Finland babe!

Another interesting aspect of my job includes playing baby-sitter to clients in town…especially the ones coming from far away Nordic lands…..

Salient feature of my Thursday night:-

(1) Had drinks with Finland client who turned out to be a babe (see below for a description). First thing I wanted to do was pick up my mobile and start calling single guy friends out to check out the newest stuff and in the process elevate my status quo to super guru

(2) Company foot for drinks at 12SI and also a delectable dinner at Mandarin Oriental Lai Poh Heen. Whack like crazy!! Scallops, tiger prawns…etc..


Pertaining to point (1) : One word: HOT!!

Mid twenties…sexy, pretty, blonde blonde hair…and the most alluring feature: smart and successful… Hits the gym too….DAMN…makes me want to put in additional 10 hours and rise to her level! She is a manager in charge of the asian markets.

I have always adored meeting new ppl…the mystique, the excitement…the learning of new cultures…always intriguing…making life more exciting and berable

It will either make or break my day! In this instances, I went home, although undeniably tired and brain dead, with a beating excitement that always come when you found a jewel….

I now officially have a friend in Luxemburg, who also happened to have a summer cottage in Finland. Cool eh? I thought so too…so allow me this moment of gloating.

Phenomenal

Woman, if we are not great...we can only be phenomenal!

Raise your glasses, go get your guy and seize the world ...in your PURPLE HAT!

With the norm of “forwarded” emails, you will sometime happen across thought provoking articles…

It will make you want to move your lazy butt off the chair, take your eyes, that seconds ago were glued to the PC and MAKE an impact in this place we call home….

My friends, go get the job you always wanted, go and tell your boss you deserve a promotion ( I am going to get myself promoted too….), tell your bf you deserve more than his five seconds (both emotional and sexual play!!)

For my single friends: GO OUT, MEET the guy, or any guy….go to the gym, change you outlook if you are not happy abt it….go to ZARA…get yourself two things – a power suit (FOREWARNING: it cost a mighty RM900/suit) and a slut dress…with plunging neckline…all for one thing : WE LIVE TO HAVE FUN IN A PURPLE HAT!!

* IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER - by Erma Bombeck (written after she found out she was dying from cancer) *

Salient points from the article (so that I won’t bore the shit out of you…like me, you probably read this a zillion times!!)

~ I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

~ I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.

~ I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

~ When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."

~ Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing what. Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us.

Age 3: She looks at herself and sees a Queen.

Age 8: She looks at herself and sees Cinderella.

Age 15: She looks at herself and sees an Ugly Sister (Mum I can't go to school looking like this!)

Age 20: She looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too tall, too straight/too curly"- but decides she's going out anyway.

Age 30: She looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too tall, too straight/too curly" - but decides she doesn't have time to fix it, so she's going out anyway.

Age 40: She looks at herself and sees "clean" and goes out anyway.

Age 50: She looks at herself and sees "I am" and goes wherever she wants to go.

Age 60: She looks at herself and reminds herself of all the people who can't even see themselves in the mirror anymore. Goes out and conquers the world.

Age 70: She looks at herself & sees wisdom, laughter and ability, goes out and enjoys life.

Age 80: Doesn't bother to look. Just puts on a PURPLE HAT and goes out to have fun with the world.

Cheerios girls!

Rantings abt love-less life...

Having said that, my life is close to perfect!! Amazing friends, supportive family, never had to worry abt lack of a comforting existence, bloody hell...i even got my DREAM job!

Albeit that, i still rant, rant and rant....When i lament to cuz that i do not have a love life...(and my friend, i meant it! Not just at the moment thing. I REALLY have not had, still not having and potentially might not have....a bloody love life!) she said: "God is fair. You can't have everything"!!!! Bugger!

Does it matter? Does it REALLY matter? Yes it matters coz it is the stupid "marriage season" month * OCTOBER*...everyone is tying the knots in this so-called "PROSPEROUS EVERYTHING WILL TURN OUT GREAT" month of 8!!

Got invited to a wedding end of this month. Prompted me to be on a strict diet...(hmmm...having said that, i ate a hefty lunch followed by cheese cake from Starbucks this afternoon)...trying to look svelte in a purple dress on 30 oct....(unlikely, which means i will need the special effect of Triumph's bustier!!)...

It got worst because i actually went out on Saturday nite to grab my invitation card...damn...She was glowing and always touching her hubby. Worst part: her hubby is gorgeous, a religious person and damn, the field is always greener on the other side ain't it?...showed us their wedding photo!!!! Hatred starting to rise!

Wanted to leave very badly. Made up a lame excuse! Which also made me lied!

Me: Need to go now

They didn't let me go....

Me: Sorry, must really scoot coz my FRIEND is actually waiting for me...he has been waiting for a while ler

They: Oh, why didn't you bring along? Cute or not?

Me: No lar, not presentable (apologize to the non-existent person)...no none ler... JUST a friends...tat is why i didn't bring along to introduce!

They: Ok lar...have a wonderful time dating! Btw, pls come to my house for bridal shower on 29 Oct...

Me: Ar...ar...ar...(mind refuse to register this is happening!!)....ok..(I DUG MY GRAVE AGAIN!!)

NOTE: The friend is IMAGINARY! No such person exist...i just wanted to go home, wash up and cry cry cry....

As Suanie puts is eloquently, i want to be on first billing!!! ARGH!!!

When stressed, the one number you dial

NO...it ain't the phone sex service hotline!!

If you have been reading my posts, you will understand a few things I love abt my work …one of which includes colleagues who are sweethearts.

All my life, I have been rather skeptical (to the point of being a sour grape, dare I add) abt the species called men, save for my dad, uncle and grandpops…

why, you ask?...sigh…dunno ler, can give you the following reasons but even I still can’t find the cause to it…

best part of my life, been in girl school…not exposed to guys and although it has been 25 years…you would expect me to grow up and learn to appreciate guys (i.e. when I am feeling horny and all slut-ty ler)

But nooooo…always tot they were scumbags…good for nothing brainless wankers…only good to you when they are in the fishing mode!!

However, this negativity actually diminished some what when I started working in my present company. I can’t justify save for saying that my workmates showed me the beautiful side of men…phew….they might have just saved me from turning lesbo without them knowing…if they knew, they would think to themselves, saved a soul today ~ hence, added one mili-second before “end of world”…

My company has an open policy, i.e. no cubicles, and everyone can hear me flirting on the phone if I m not hush enough…actually, it is a Penang-based company…so “open policy” was to put it nicely…kiam siap sounds more like it…doesn’t help things that this company is also a joint venture with a company based in Kiasu-land…Singapura…(no offensive my dear Singaporean friends…mua mua…love you the same)

I digress. Back to the point. I notice tat when my colleague get all worked out abt well, work, he calls his wife.

MrSweetheart (in a hush sexy voice) : Loh poh (darling), how are you?

* can’t hear the other side*

MrSweetheart: Busy ar?

Loh poh talk

MrSweetheart: No lar, just calling to see how are things…

Loh poh talk

MrSweetheart: Nothings lar…so, wat are you doing?

Loh poh talk

MrSweetheart: Ok lar. Bye.

Me thinking: WAT WAS THAT ALL ABOUT?!!!...

I “theorized”: when he is stressed, loh poh is the one person/thing that will soothe his strung nerves.

There is no message in the tele-conversation, just the fact that he hears her voice makes everything ok and fall into perspective again…says a lot abt their relationship..and mind you, they have been marriage for more than five years!!

In conclusion, everyone has the one person to call when they are really pissing off work…or is it the other way around?

So, who is that one person for you? For me…..my best friend.

Saturday ~ and it poured

Two couples, one mighty hurricane and coffee on a faithful Saturday afternoon….hmm….just like in the Hindi movies!

Anyone guilty of being a Hindi romance movie sucker? I am…love Khabi Kushi Khabi Gham….love Sharul Khan…love the OST

Friends asked what is the secret to an A1 in additional maths…

Answer: Sunday matinee Hindi movies, preferably with Sharul Khan as lead actor…the beauty of watching TV coupled with a language I didn’t comprehend other than “tum”, was that it becomes much easier to concentrate on algebra and geometrics.

(1) Watching TV deceived my brain into thinking I wasn’t actually studying…channeling “feel good” hormones to other parts of the body…allowing me to relax…which ironically allowed me to load more maths jargon in my pea brain.

(2) The fact that it is a Hindi movie means that I wasn’t distracted by the singing and the “tum”s….again, allowing me to concentrate on my maths problems…

But I digress. I finished my Saturday fashion designing class at 4pm……it was pouring…my school is smack right in front of bustling Plaza Bukit Bintang. There is a Muller kiosk (and for the benefit of all PJites, they don’t sell mag or cigies..they sell german sausages and drinks) in front of the school. I didn’t bring an umbrella and abhorred the idea of being all drench and miserable. So waited for the pour to recede.

Incidentally, there was a growing crowd taking refuge from the rain at the foyer of my school.

(now imagine you are watching a snippet of a Hindi love story at Muller open air cinema…)

Two love birds sipping their ice-blended whilst it pours.

Couple 1: Girl smile coyly. Guy does all the talking. Trying to impress the girl. Girl looked smitten. That seem like a good sign. Bravo boy, you caught your fish…

At that moment, Heavens decided to open its dam gates and crash came the heavy down-pour.

Couple 1 smartly decides to exit the play and join the audience at the foyer. They ran across. They made it safely. Girl laughing all the way. Guy still talking…*Cupid is being unfair!! Where is my fair share? I want my soulmate and I want him NOW*

Surround sound effect got a beefing up from the element called “wind”. Whoosh whoosh….Spectators had to take refuge behind the glass doors of the foyer.

Couple 2: Still chatting away …oblivion to the chaos created by the rain and wind ~ all in the name of LOVE.

* the wind was mighty…a table and three chairs overturned, a potted plant came crashing down*

….they were still glowingly sipping their ice-blended coffee..soaking in the ambience and raindrops..*obviously lar*…poor guy was drenched.

I : Shit, those guys are not fretting abt the rain?!

Friend: Love is a wonderous thing

I : Albeit stupid. We are laughing at these two jokes….having said that, I m enjoying myself counting the minutes before they decide to run for cover.

Friend: For them, this experience is a hallmark to their relationship. They will look back and think to themselves, we were young once, in love and soaking in KL’s pour….ah… ah...the beauty of life!

I : *LOL* What ever lar… This is free entertainment,man

They did not pursue the countrship in the rain long though (maybe because there were no trees to play hide-and-seek and no Hindi-upbeat-OST to accompany the play)…

In less than 10 mins, they chicken-ed out…took cover…sigh…end of my rather entertaining Sat afternoon.

Laughing my ass to Sg Wang to do shopping.

New York gym!!

My New York friend read my Shower Bliss post and shared:

Relax my friend. It is normal to get turn on. I had the same experience. In fact, in New York it is much worst. The girls strut around with nothing but glistening skin everywhere in the shower room. From young chick with firm breast, to hot 20-30 year old babes...to mak cik and datins with bulges all in the wrong places and orange peel...and also nenek with sagging breast!

Euww....if I ever be 80 yrs old and have sagging breast like that...pls kill me! No wait, i will kill myself first ...

LOL

Beach Club,drinks...and MrM

Friday: Always wonderful coz everyone around you are actually cheerful. I was estatic...because TONIGHT I get to go off for drinks with MrM and my workmates.

*wink wink ~ straight short ah lian eyelashes* The life of a cosmopolitan gal...*emptiness* rising again!

A round of beer at beach club with my workmates (actually more than one lar *cheeky smile*)...damn but i genuinely love them..i m grateful everyday for heavens actually heard my prayer and present me with the greatest gift...my dream job. Complete with a lovely box and ribbons (i.e. my wonderful workmates and a great great boss).

As usual, after a few drinks....tongue loosen and it is so much more fun talking.

If you don't understand why your man want a drink on the weekend with his friends...let me ease your confusion.

It is damn FUN! Pure simple FUN!...unadulterated FUN! (i.e. no need for Brad Pitt to elevate you to cloud nine in TROY...sigh...gorgeous-ness)...just a gang of ppl who seem to click, who are open to any conversation...chatting and laughing their ass away!Damn it is fun! And then go home to their love ones and cherish their family...that my friends, is what a good life is all about!Nothing shoddy in drinking, no extra-marrital affairs...just platonic friends hanging out bitching abt work and life in general!

Beach Club hosted Eka girls...transverse, trying to make a living...no grudge against them..but their dancing was horribly...and don't have to mention their singing...phew!! it was quite terrible.

MrM: Correct me if I am wrong, girls hate giving a blow job rite?

Me and Ms24-yr-oldQantas-Pilot-Intereted-In-Her: Yeah!!
(I don't know on first account...never having the privelege of trying before...but concensus I have read says they hate it)

MrM: But girls love it when men get down on you rite?!! (puzzlement and damn-it-is-unfair look)

Me: What to do? Girls rule!

MsQ: Ok, let me ask...you like it when your wife give you one rite?

MrM: *grin* not answering

MrM: *in an attempt to change topic* Damn, young girls nowadays are DAMN hot!!

Me: Thank you.....LAUGHTER all around *raise my glass for a clink clink of beer bottles all around*

MrM: Yeah *put his hands round my shoulder in a camaraderie sense*

DAMN it felt good to be out and having FUN...we even played a game of "beer games"....actually i have only played twice...but MrM has played so many and some are so wild that the bet gets higher than just drinking to girls french-ing girls and guys giving guys a wild kiss! Euwww......imagine that!!

MrM: I find that as I age (he is but in his late twenties), I am past the age of clubbing and wild sex. I no longer think of sex as merely a gratifying act...sex is more ....it no longer is an act... it is much more satisfying to make love to the one woman whom you can trust in this bleak world!! It is abt spirituality and an element that can't be expressed in words...

Me, MsQantas and another silent workmate: Nods around and click click of beer glasses....

CHEERS!!

Honda Show Room....

A guy was once advised: She may not be the brand you want. You want a Honda VIOS. But what the heck, try Honda City first lar (since she is ready to be driven on the road and for VIOS, you will still need to be on the waiting list...not to mention more expensive). You may find that you can actually learn to like a City because it is economical, comfortable and relatively safe. She may not be show room quality but why not just TRY?

LOL!!! Damn funny! Laughing my ass off the chair here....

In my opinion, this statement is probably more relevant for the female gender rather than the male species. For guys, the chase...i.e. Honda VIOS probably exude more allure ...and hence, mystery will make them go for the kill....

For a girl, second best i.e. Honda City, is probably not that bad lar....save car, nice looking car...can consider lar...why not try first rite?

Wake up girls! We live in an unfair world...you think you are trying...but girls are made to be able to love and guys are born to love...get it? Girls can learn to love, guys must love before making the kill....so, don't settle for second best unless you think it may be at par with show room quality!!....You might get hurt in the process....

JAC...to vote or not to vote, that is the Q

Received a sms from a friend at 10.00am, Sunday 3 Oct 2004:
Pls vote for a friend's daughter on Malaysian Idol. Key in: Jac and send to 33308. Voting closes today. Thanks. Get your friends to vote if you can.

So my question is: To vote or not to vote for JAC?

I shall vote because of TWO things:-

(1) I am a Malaysian. Malaysians have a distinctive behaviour of "Eh, do me a favour as a friend lar" or "Give face give face lar"....I am guilty of it, you are guilty of it...this,my friends, is called LIVING IN THE REAL WORLD where HUMAN INTERACTION is the CRUX of everything. You help me, I help you.....the art here is to know the limits of "helping a friend"

(2) Which brings me to my second reason. I was at Bkt Bintang and heard Jac's live performance. She has voice...still wet behind the ear but through experience, she will grow. Hence, I really believe she has potential. She also has the "star" factor given a bit of grooming from all the media professionals.

Hence, based on these reasons....i believe it is justified that I vote for Jac. Oh yeah the other reason is a personal battle against all other girls who only vote because they are infatuated by looks.

Dwen and frenchie girl said that chances are Vic is gonna snag it coz he has loads of fans...albeit, young immature girls, who can't differentiate a bountiful voice deserving merits from their rioting hormones at the mere looks of Vic....So, Jac...this is FOR YOU!!!!

Good luck and if nothing else, one girl here believe you will make it....