It’s so strange. I woke up at 3:30am. With a dream. And thought. I must blog about this. And now that I’m here, I can’t recall what it was. 0_o
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There’s a futon in the living room, which I’ve had since my Uni. It used to be my bed back then and I fondly recall some good memories. Not the bedroom kind, the being-in-my-life-throughout-the-transition-from-Uni-Student-to-whatever-I-am-now kind. This futon’s travelled a fair bit and still has its use as a couch or guestbed for the last 2 years. The boy has been cajoling me into selling it and buying a spiffy looking sofa to complement the newer one in the pic below but I find myself dragging my feet. Sure, its an ugly looking futon; it’s not comfortable, as it is lumpy …but I find myself curling in the comfort of the “ugliness” for a snooze or for a read. I just don’t know why. I guess I am a sentimental fool.
I guess I’d have to let go...


...Not before I purchase my priorities – a coffee table, a rug, a painting and a tv stand!Tee hee hee hee!

I’m feeling restless today.
So I finally peeled the bathrobe off me and had a bubble bath.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
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I called my old work today, thinking I could speak to a girlfriend of mine. Of all people guess who picked up the reception phone? The fake and socially incompetent asshole. SIGH. Hearing his voice makes me want to vomit blood….*vomits blood*
I could heard the smirk in his voice while he says “ so you’re in between jobs again? Seems like you’re constantly on holiday”….
Well….FUCK YOU, LOSER.

The weather, the madness (who would have thought it would snow 2 weeks to summer) the howling wind, the freezing temperature 7degrees at the moment.
I’m gonna make myself a cup of milo and not get out of my bathrobe! Lurve it!
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I had a tiff with the boy yesterday. Just a tiff, nothing serious but it got me thinking….perhaps it would be better for us to take time off, perhaps we need space from each other. Mebbe we shouldn’t be living together…… Of course, none of these ideas would materialise.
Why? For some weird reason I can never stay mad at the boy for long. My mouth, my face tends to smile whenever I see him. It’s terrible in a situation where I’m trying to prove my point! Gotta train myself to stay angry. How would he learn otherwise? I know, I’m such a girl. Can’t help it though. Damn exercise. Blame it on the raging endorphins!

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Yes I am jumpy in my last two entrees but my thoughts are all over the place and I decided to stuff being organised and just write whatever comes to mind. Heh!

Compiling 4 years worth of photos.

Thanks to digital cameras, I can’t remember the last time I had my pictures developed. Nothing can be compare to a hard copy photo, I reckon. After all, they are memories….
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Here are some things that have been bugging me for a while.
I know I can be a doormat sometimes but….

Mat, what makes you think I would just whip out my credit card so that you can use to book ticket flights? I mean, really, we don’t hang out much except for when we’re at clubs and barely know each other. I bet you don’t even know what my last name is. So, really, mate. If you regard us as friends or if you’d respect me, you’d understand why I’m doing the things I’m doing.

Maybe both of you were born when the stars were almost aligned the same way..

That’s the only explanation that a girlie and I could come up with.
I had a road trip over the weekend, to a little town a little more than an hour away.
It was meant to be an escape from the big smoke, just to take it easy and chill – and it was great! Strangest thing happened though, while at the little town, standing by the main road, and the one and only street. I heard someone call out my name.

I turned around and there he is. My Ex- MD from Canberra. Him out of Canberra, Me out of the Big Smoke bumping into each other in a little town out in woop woop. I swear there’s some sort of chemistry between the two of us. A freaky moment.
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Here’s an excerpt of a conversation I had today…

i miss KL says:
u know what's even more sad? as i was obssesed with 90210...i was obssessed with going to 7-11...n remember thining, man i wish i could grow up faster n go to 7-11 anytoime i want...(last itme have to get permission la have to go with adult la)
Me says:
OMG.
i miss KL says:
sad rite
Me says:
I WAS OBSESSED about getting my first kiss
if any of my boy friends are BOYFRIEND materials
i miss KL says:
hahaha but i guess i have achieved my goal
hahaha
me too me too
hahah
Me says:
HAHAHAHAHAHA
and we'd tell our parents we go padang to play but actually go to subang parade...
this is when we were 12
i miss KL says:
kekekekekek
sigh those were the days man
Me says:
and then us girls would role play
u be kelly, i'd be brenda...and u'd be donna and andrea
hahahahaha
BIG SIGH
i miss KL says:
shit man i forgot the characters' names liao
o wait that it was wayyyyyyyyyyyy cool if u knew how to dance the 'theme' dance of 90210
muaahaaahaaaahaaa

Busted! Looking back, I doubt I understood what the show was really about. All that matters then was how cool it was!

Britney Rawks!

Now, I don't usually have much to say about pop stars, celebrities or any other wannabes BUT I'm really glad that Britney has decided to dump her loser ass husband.
It's about time! Good on you, girl.... Whooooooooooooo!
So, to commemorate the occassion, It's Good-On-Ya-Britney Day!





Ok Ok, i'm going overboard here... but saved the best for last (the message, not the video)

Stronger, than yesterday...

Sydney weather’s been pretty gloomy for November. It’s been raining the past two weeks, gloomy and wet. And I love it! Don’t get me wrong – I love the sun and summer but on the other hand, I love the cool weather. Where I’m guaranteed a good sleep, a good snuggle and a good veg out in front of the tv.
AhhhhHHHhhh…..

On another note, aren’t I doing a great job updating this blog?

bITCHIN'

I wrote an awfully long bitchin’ post about Kayu, my partner’s best friend. It’s a great post! Untill my conscience jumped in and took control by deleting every single word I wrote. I guess it’s for the better. Nobody gets hurt, nobody reads it and we all walk away happy…..or do we?

How many of us often have to put up with their spouse’s friends? The weird characters that you would never be affiliated with if it wasn’t for your spouse? Does anybody feel the pain of gritting the teeth and putting up with these people just because they’re part of your other half’s life?

Of big hair and big shoulder pads

Did i mention how much I love You Tube?

I stumbled upon bits and pieces of Beverly Hills 90210 episodes and am flooded with memories of Brenda, Brandon, Jason, Donna, and how we used to swoon and imagine we were as cool as that.

I kid you not. Us 12 year olds. Pretending to be cool 17 year olds. Wanting to grow up quicker. Wanting to go on dates. Wanting to be the "in" clique....

Great times..

OhhhHHHHhhhHHHhh

Sat Night Karaoke = great fun
Sun Hangover = not so fun

...... sigh

After three gruelling interviews, I have been offered a position in a professional IT services firm, which I promptly accepted. I would use the term prompt loosely, after all, I had spent the past week going in and out of the office and having long chats with pretty much all those who interviewed me.

Love the office culture. Like the people…and its very promising

The remuneration benefits of the firm are awesome – I get free life cover, with training and development allowances and of course, the obligatory super.
Fingers crossed once again.

SighHhhhhh.....

I'm a hopeless romantic.
I love this ad.

I baked.

I freaking B.A.K.E.D. 3 days into my stagnant career and I baked. Wtf.

I can’t believe I’m writing this. I have quit. I am back in the job market.
Need I say more to express the disappointment and pain endured from work?

There we go again. I chose the shittiest time of the year to be job less.

Let the rat race begin

Eeep. Talk about throwing me into the deep end of the pool. I’ve just been told that I’ll be in a client meeting on the morning of the first day of work. Phew. Could P.R.E.S.S.U.R.E come a knocking any closer?

Heck, i can't even enjoy the last week of being a bum, i've been so stressed out and burying myself in books, hoping to refresh and sharpen my "skills".Which btw, did shit all, somehow i keep falling asleep when i'm "studying". This, coming from a girl who does not usually nap!What are the f'ing odds?

I’m determine to do well and will certainly strive to do my best. Gan Batte!

Why is it that your bestest friend would post the most hideous looking photo of you on their friendster profile? How do you make them stop? Of all the millions of cam whore pictures, why couldn’t she post a decent pic of me?
Yuck.

What was supposed to be a celebration of a birthday over the weekend became a reflection on Mr Sniffles life. Mr Sniffles has been with the family for 12 years. Having battled cancer for the past 2 years, we have decided to put him to sleep.
RIP Mr Sniffles, I’ll never forget how you gave me comfort during those hard times, how you sat by my side and gave me doggy hugs when I was in mourning. I hope you realise how much we love you and how heart breaking it is to let you go. Perhaps we’ll meet again one day….

I’m back on track.

I have a job. I start on the 18th Sept.
Where have I been? Travelling, of course! Here’s a few snapshots...







Oh, and I've been dreaming of this...

*drools*

Had my folks visiting for a couple of weeks and it’s the most exasperating, hectic, and emotional visit. All in all, we had a great time with different experiences crammed in two weeks. I was an emotional wreck when they left – you’d think that I’d be immune to the sappy shit having live here for 5 years but I guess not. I’m such a wuss.

It’s been a week since they left and I truly felt as though there is someone watching over me. Someone who is setting up the weather, the timing to coincide and compliment whatever’s been happening. Thank you.

What nerve

What makes you think that you could just charm your way back into my life an d pick up from where you left me hanging 5 years ago? What? So now that you’re single again, you’d imagine that I would drop everything just to be your beck and call?
Up yours, buddy……up yours!

What are the freaking odds of falling sick 3 times in 6 weeks?

I can’t believe that I’m down with the flu. Again. For the third bloody time in six weeks. WTF? The boy, is not faring any much better. He’s down with it for the second time within two months. The only explanation that we both could come up with is the quality of air in Sydney being so bad, our bodies couldn’t cope with it. In some ways, I suppose it is true. When in Canberra, we took fresh air for granted. Healthy bodies, mum’s cooking….and the list goes on. BUT HELL…I’m from KL. Smog city = land where you can hardly see 500 metres away half the year. WTF WTF WTF?