I was about to start this post by saying, ‘work has been crazy lately, yada yada yada….’ but GAH! let’s not be predictable. Anyway, when has work ever been not crazy? I was a bit upset when we had to cancel our trip to Bali last week but in the end it worked out fine as I’m quite sure that if we’d gone ahead as planned, I’d be getting the dreaded call to come back ASAP and to make sure I looked happy doing it 😀
Went to Manila for a meeting a couple days ago. I ate enough for 2 people in the 24 hours I was there (arrived 1145 Mon, left 1220 Tuesday). The little Filipino food I had was definitely good enough to make me come back for more on my own one day. The traffic jams were horrendous though, and wayyy scarier than our own tame ones. I shut my eyes and went to sleep when our driver started weaving his way full-speed between other speed machines.
On the homefront, MC and I have been absolute gluttons and have eaten our way through our savings. No, it’s not just because it’s Ramadhan, but because we suddenly found in quick succession, several restos worthy of repeat visits no matter what. The otak and ayam pop at Puti Bungsu Batam, the crab and lala at Restoran Stadium Negara, the sausages at Bavarian Bierhaus (ok, that’s just me), the new menu at Aunty Nat’s…. sigh. There’s more but I’m just making myself hungry. G’nite y’all!
Spent the day working at the desk you see in the picture while listening to the sounds of revelry coming from the pool below. If I crane my neck just a little, I see a glittery blue sea 100m away.
Boy was it hard to concentrate! 🙂
Postcard from PostSecret.
The postcard at top is my favourite one of the week from PostSecret. I am by nature a frowny person and when my facial muscles relax, my face usually sorts itself into a grumpy expression. At best I look mildly annoyed. I do laugh great big laughs and smile when the occasion calls for it but what will my wrinkles record? The grumpy (real) me or the smiley (fake) me? Haha. Something to think about the next time I glare at my monitor.
I’m flying to East Malaysia and Brunei for a series of meetings tomorrow. I love business trips – getting to eat like a pig and charging it to our corporate account. The only embarrassing thing is when you submit your claims and accounts say, “Wah, you ate a lot for one person ah!”
I finally decided to have a set amount deducted monthly from my credit card to be given to the SPCA. The current plan of waiting for a good month salary-wise didn’t work very well. I either forgot to donate any the whole fiscal year and had to fork out a lump sum (ouch) in April, or spent the extra earnings and then gave less than I originally intended. Jeez, the things I do to reduce my taxes.
Woke up from a nap that had me dreaming of characters from Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s Love in the Time of Cholera. As I lay there blinking myself into wakefulness, a sudden memory hits me of Ty and I making brownies on a gloomy day such as this. It must have been at least 12 years ago, this sudden bakefest. I don’t even remember what triggered it. It’ll be 10 years this September that Ty died. Sometimes it feels so long ago and I can’t remember his face anymore. Sometimes it feels like yesterday. Suddenly I feel I need to go visit his grave and say hello. It’s been too long.
This is my first non-working Sunday in a month. The new job isn’t much different from the old one except for more financial objectives and the listening-to-people-whine part. OMG the whines! If I was ever this whiny, AA, please come back to the office and shoot me. No work – whine, give work – whine, demotivated – whine, motivated – whine, no pay hike – whine, pay hike – whine. I try to adhere to at least one of the Commandments and not use the Lord’s name in vain, but Jesus Christ Almighty! I feel so old sometimes.
I’ve been looking at a real life soap opera enfold from afar and may I say the twists and turns in it kalah The OC. (Fake) fainting spells, sexual orientation, cancer scares, possible bulimia… I feel sympathetic to the people having to deal with all this but for the person who is perpetuating it all, I have none. There I’ve said it. Call me heartless, but I have no patience for people who think others are responsible for their own happiness and are quick to blame when they are not the centre of attention or their group’s fawning admiration.
I am so loving my new haircut! So much so I think it’s gonna be a keeper for this year. It’s so easy to maintain (except for the shine) and looks good most of my waking hours. I went out for my usual weekend groceries and happened to see myself in a reflective shop window. For once I didn’t look like a twitterpated troll and actually looked pretty decent. Hooray! The only bummer? It needs to be trimmed religiously every 4-5 weeks.
MC will be back in 10 hours. Hurrah! I’m taking Monday off. Double hurrah!
The new Coldplay album. Sorry about the flash. Dunno how to fix iSight settings.
Haven’t found a Yellow, Warning Sign, Fix You, In My Place or The Scientist yet. Oh Chris Martin, don’t go bonkers on me now. Conclusion, this album has not knocked off the new Sore and Naif album from my current playlist.
Been missing yoga classes the last 2 weeks. I feel bad especially since I know it has more to do with being malas and tired than anything else. I’m glad I paid upfront or else I’d prolly stop going. These days I get my exercise getting ass-kicked by MC on Wii Tennis and Wii Baseball. Good thing there’s also Wii Bowling. Or else I’d be totally humiliated.
During my mani/pedi session with Lil Ms D last weekend, we traded stories and myths that were floating around our worlds. I think the one that got the biggest laugh was the one about drinking too much water making your pepek very wet and lubricated (conclusion of myth: hydrating yourself is bad). I’m still shaking my head in disgust. Dudes, wetness down there is a good thing. Wetting yourself is another story. Bengap.
The plan was to take Friday and Monday off to substitute all the working weekends and fly back home. MC was going to Singapore anyway and I didn’t want to babysit the critters alone. Then an important client meeting was pushed to Friday. So I thought: cancel flying back and take the night bus to Singers instead. Then an email came from the boss saying I had to attend a Geology course on Saturday. The question now is whether to still go to SG Saturday afternoon or just stay put and risk going insane from the critters. Sigh. Watch Don’t Mess with the Zohan in SG or experience Critters to Insanity in KL? Stay tuned.
Work has been interestingly insane, what with settling into the new job while carrying out my old workload. I get the odd panic attack but so far there’s nothing a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup and whining to Lil/Dali/MC doesn’t fix. *crosses fingers*
On the homefront, the critters have me swinging from one emotional extreme to another. Sometimes I think they spend the daylight hours when I’m at work plotting to drive me nuts. Then just when I entertain thoughts of chucking them at the pound, they do an abrupt aboutface and become meltingly cute and loving. Dear gosh, I’ve raised demons.
I got The Best of Radiohead album last week while in Sungei Wang scoping out Wiis. Sure brings back memories. It’s been on endless playback at work, home and in the car… 🙂
It’s been a rather chaotic past couple of weeks since returning from Dubai. First there was the whole excitement of being awarded a huge new project that’ll keep me busy for months to come. A visiting friend from my old days in the field. Writing 5 chest-thumping essays for some review at work and the total shocker: a job offer in Vietnam and the counter-offer to stay here.
Vietnam! After my boss told me about the 2 jobs, it was all I could do to stay the rest of the day and at least pretend I was working. The excitement of working in a new location, a very exotic city to explore for the next 2 years, amazing culinary adventures, reuniting with old colleagues…. but after several rounds of negotiations with my higher ups, MC and I regretfully concluded that the package just wasn’t good enough and that I’d accept the new job in KL instead. Sure the pay rise in HCMC would be reasonable but it wouldn’t cover our loss from MC’s income. So suck it up KL! You’re stuck with me for another year! 😀
On a sad note though, Boss#3.1 is moving back to his home country after only a year within our shores. It’s a fantastic promotion for him and we’re all very happy for his rise up the corporate ladder but we’ll miss him badly. Boss#3.1 was a great teacher and boss. It’s a huge loss for our team. He’s leaving some very big shoes to fill in.
Ah, my meds have kicked in and I’m off to bed again. If I thought getting sick would dampen my seemingly 24/7 desire to eat, I was very very wrong. Haha. I’ve already scarfed down 2 cupcakes from Cupcake Chic and now a bowl of soup seems mighty tempting…..