Archive for April, 2008

News that pissed me off

April 29th, 2008 by admin

“IT’S NOT MY FAULT”

Who is this bloody, irresponsible Lim Huang Khim?

HE stopped his car abruptly on the fast lane of a busy highway to insert his CashCard.

And it caused an accident that left a woman seriously injured.

But to Mr Lim Huang Khim, 45, it was the ‘natural thing’ to do. He does not think he did anything wrong.

AND THEN HE HAS THE BLOODY CHEEK TO SAY SUCH THINGS?!

Earlier this month, Mr Lim, who works as a driver, insisted he was not to blame and smiled several times as he recounted the accident on the stand.

I don’t want to mean, but I hope you have some sort of retribution and if this happens to your own kids, don’t bloody blame anyone, cos it is just your kids being inherited with your stupidity.

I wonder what kind of kids he has.

Aaaaaaaaarrrrghhhhh. Such idiots piss me off big time.

Another one?

Anyone read the disturbing news of how an Austria father raped and imprisoned his own daughter for fucking 24 years? And then went on to father 7 of her kids. She lived in a dungeon for 24 freaking years, and gave birth 6 times(once was twins) without any medical help, nor support!

And when one of the twins died, he just conveniently tossed him into a furnace!

Fucking sicko.

I dread to think how she is going to cope with starting her life all over again.

Argghhh I am angry! I don’t know why I am so angry with such injustice.

Grouchy ish me. :(

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Wrong bus

April 28th, 2008 by admin

It has been 2 months.

And yet, I can go onto the wrong bus before the unfamiliar landscape made me let out a loud “woooops”.

I was carrying a big auntie-ish plastic bag, and had shunned the idea of taking a cab (those bloodsuckers!) no matter how tempting it was a choice.

When I noticed how I was totally lost, I did the simplest thing I could think of – lift my arm up perpendicular to the ground and hopped on.

And as usual a scrooge like me didn’t like what I had to pay at the end of it.

Meanwhile, more to blog. Brought Minibean out shopping and it has been an indulgent weekend for us. :) She charmed almost everyone, and maxed out poor Mummy here.

And I highly suspect she is going to be super high maintanence. It was super evident when she strolled into Cortina Watch, swaggered her way into Polo Ralph, and how she woke up from her 1 and half hour nap just when we stepped into LV.

The clincher has to be how she refused to walk when I held her hand when we were outside Prada. She wriggled her hand out of mine, and then squatted down on the floor, refusing to move.

I was puzzled why until she walked towards Prada’s entrance, and tried to push the heavy glass door open to make her way into the shop.

Nice try, baby.

And she shops and she shops and she shops. I think she knows when is Mummy’s payday you know.

Payday is always dangerous, isn’t it?

And I have to eat less. Food expenses are obscenely high and it’s not even funny.

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Need for a change

April 25th, 2008 by admin

I strolled in, asking for a trim.

And then, a change was suggested.

I know there are people who like me better with flowy, sweet, sexy curls. But I decided I should do it for myself, and no one else.

And then, changed, it was.

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Don’t know why

April 25th, 2008 by admin

My eyes are terribly tired and could hardly open. The contact lens are just too dry for my eyes I think.

But the new hair just doesn’t go well with glasses and a naked face. I look like a complete fucktard.

So. It prompted me to paint my face and wipe on some colours.

***

Anyway. Did I mention over the weekend, another colleague found his way here?

!!!!!!!!!!!!

He told me over dinner at Jurong Point’s pizzahut and I nearly slammed his face into the pizza pan. But he’s a sweetheart(see, now I must lie through my teeth with higher exposure), so I didn’t.

***

A asked me out yesterday and my misadventure at the salon made me reluctant to meet him.

So.

When I was deep asleep, a message was sent.

“I don’t know why you’re avoiding me, but if I did anything wrong please let me kow. I really want to see you just because I miss you a lot. Sleep tight gorgeous!”

Honestly, I didn’t think it was too long ago when I last saw him. Like, say, last Friday?

And if I remember correctly, I did ask him to join me, and he chose to happy elsewhere, and I didn’t complain about him avoiding me, did I?

And if he needs company, he could always, well, pay for it, right?

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Do More In Style – Toshiba launch

April 23rd, 2008 by admin

It. Finally. Happened.

I was left sleepless for nights, and it felt kinda surreal when everything’s a wrap.

And now, it is pretty amazing for me to recount the entire day’s event and sit through the not-so distant memories of it all.

Oh yes, the little skips, the little jumps, the nervous giggles, the silly squeals at the stairswell, when it all ended.

It may not be perfect for some, or even for me, but somehow, I wrapped it up with a grin.

And, a big, big, massive thank you, for all the wonderful people who have made it possible, for I have learnt lots from you guys.

***

Ah, dammit, why did I start this post with so much emotions?! It’s supposed to be a freaking fun post.

Oh yes baby, it was plenty of fun and laughter amidst the pressure.

Venue: Marina @ Keppel Bay

Date: 8th April 2008, Tuesday

Time: 3pm, and another at 7pm


The stairs leading to the event venue.

Looking up to the event venue, with the guys fagging.

The guests mingling along the balcony, overlooking the gorgeous bayview.

I did say it is gorgeous.

The set up to the event, just before everything started.

Jemuel and Wenmei, who dressed up in style to attend the event.

Wenmei and I.

DJ Andrew T kickstarted the event with some spinning and scratching, and I have absolutely no idea why he looks so grumpy in here. This guy rocks man!

Phiz! This boy made everyone go “Wow!” and he is one of the nicest, and shyest chap there, who made all of us smile and squeal in absolute glee when he gave us those bashful smile. And who can forget those smoooooves of his.

It was a pity that I didn’t manage to see the entire sequence as I was backstage.

And *drumrolls* it was time to bring out the scorching hot hunks… and (I have to say this if not..) gorgeous babes.

Aaron, who had his hickey hidden by the sleek outfit, kindly sponsored by Aigner(outfit, not hickey).

Evangeline the sexy followed up next.

I wonder which model the guys were checking out.

He. Is. Ohmygodohmygod. Makemypantieswet. HOT. (Chris, not David)

Pictures really don’t do him justice. I remember how he was telling me he was looking bad on the day of his fitting(he wears the $2700+ Aigner leather jacket so nicely -slurp-), and all I could do is to feel all insulted cos really, com’on, this guy can NEVER look bad. He is so much better looking in person that on my fitting day, I thought it was really my lucky day.

His eyes(I swear they were talking), his smiles, his down-to-earth mannerisms. And he was on time.

Where to find where to find?!

I really thought Josephine is soooooooo pretty. I don’t know, I am just naturally drawn to her. I am seriously wondering which direction I really sway.

Cordelia was next up, covered in silver bodypaint. She nearly got the shock of her life when she strutted onto the stage, and saw her brother seated in the crowd. Muahaha.

Charlotte oh Charlotte (Babe, if you hadn’t realised, I am a much bigger photowhore than you are! Ha!).These 2 spunky chicks did a fantastic job with their absolutely brilliant attitude. Super impressive, I tell ya.

Charlotte showing off the notebook, and you could vaguely see the nice marine view from here.

Finally, we have Zoe concluding the product modeling featuring the options product(accessories).

I must say this babe is awesome lah. One of the models who agreed to do the show called up just couple of hours before the show started that she wouldn’t be able to make it, and thus a backup was needed.

Zoe came down, and not only did she litted up the stage, but she was such a gem during the breaks as well. Damn cute!

May I just introduce some of the other ‘models’ who grabbed some of the limelight that day – Pala-chan and Papu-chan!

The cutie little sea-creature(??) you see swimming towards the dynadock. Okay, that don’t sound nor look too right there, but yeah, you get the drift.

Those that you see on the table are actually MP3 players and flash drive memory(oh! And wireless mouse too!), and they look damn cute when plug into the notebook man! The girls were cooing over the cuties, and amused at how Pala-chan(the white one) actually has a girlfriend (the pink one).

Well, what can I say? Even a cartoon character has its needs too.

Need for a companion, that is.

But it is damn sweet to be a present to buy for your girlfriends lah! I want one too!!

And not that you can get it anywhere you know(shh, ask me and I might just tell you).

Now, for the less formal behind-the-scenes shot.

Phew. Finally a chance to photowhore MYSELF.

Like, so many, don’t know where to start.

But ah well, I shall let the others steal the limelight first. Especially the models!

Like Andrew. Oh. He’s the DJ. Not the model.

Wenmei, RJ(the emcee), and me.

Oh, not the models either.

*Letmebreatheletmebreathe* Chris, who is American mixed Korean and… not sure what.

More Chris. *Grins*

Zoe, stealing Pala-chan away from Papu-chan. Papu-chan must be very jealous.

The silver girls looking saucy.

Cordelia with nice legs.

Evie with that seductive pout.

The poor silver girls were being avoided like plague cos they ‘stained’ everybody and everywhere. But they took it in their stride, which was marvellous.

Their showing off the L300 and L310 onstage.

The Aigner models.

They were wearing $10k on them, and I was holding my breath most of the time when they sashayed around.

Even Phiz was spontaneous enough to showcase the notebook. Told you he’s lovely!

Not forgetting the hottest models of the day:

Or so we think. Coughs. Chokes.

Sorry, a bit the overweight, but hey, we can be plus-sized models!

Not as cute as the above, of course(always be careful.. you never know who are reading).

Of course, and the very cute Aaron too:

I thought she looks supercute here.

Zoe and I, with rabbit ears, courtesy of Mel.

I can never look good beside this girl, can I?

He helped me with almost everything on the very day. Clean up, moving the cabinets… set up. Sooooo niceee caaaan!

Fern kissed me on the lips when the night concluded. She looks like Songsong(Nnadia Chan!).

And yes, we went on a rampage with the camwhoring during the break, just when the thunderstorm approached(I look pregnant next to these girls. Bah!).


Looks like a giant teardrop from the skies.

With David! My reality check point.

My very kinky, silver models.

Darling Phiz.

Giggles. Chris.

Siti, who made sure everyone drink her bar dry. The staff there were totally brilliant.

Jemuel. Thank you. Really.

Me, with the bunch of them. Thank you too :)

Some of the chaps at the post-party.


Alcohol is evil.

Then again, not really.

Cos I am sure these girls weren’t intoxicated.

He. Had. His. Hand. Round. My. Fat. Waist.

I can die happy.

That’s why they took another one, so I could freeze in time for a little longer as I asked Aaron to be closer.

I am very the hamsup.

My baby scratch! Thank you Teo brothers, for being my teachers.

I was supposed to look engrossed and professional. I don’t think I didn’t it well.

You could perhaps see one of the new notebooks from here, which Andrew used to spin music for us.

Me and the crazy bunch of girls. Remind me never be in front, cos it just makes me look…… twice their size.

There are two very vain Evie in this picture. Heh.

The models. Damn cool, this shot.

And the models on stage.

Cordelia and the ‘clients’(in her words). David looks like he is pinching Cordelia’s nipples.

Er, imposter in the midst!

Another imposter spotted!

Everyone has the funniest expressions in the different pictures, and thus, I really didn’t know which to choose… so you are seeing most of them here.

Pai kia Chris and 2 grumpy women.

They are the best ambassadors man. Even when they are trying to look ugly, they can somehow make sure the products are in pretty view.

And then, the candidness just never ends.

And Aaron looks like a sulking schoolboy. So very the cute.

Three extra models now!

The guys seem to be in shock though.

MTV should really offer Chris a job as a VJ or something. He just oozes charisma.

And at the end of this, people will just think I ooze hormones and little else.

A really cute picture of the girls.

And giggles…. what the hell were they trying to do?!

My heart went *pom pom pom* when we took this picture and I was genuinely shy.

*Blush blush blush* I want to type something but my mind just went blank, so uh. Nothing.


And Phiz!

And hahahahahahahahahaha. I like this picture. The guys are like very the uncool.

I finally concluded the night with a glass of water, and a nice drink at Prive.

It was… a very beautiful night.

And one, I would remember for a long, long while.

So how? Anyone wanna buy notebook?

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Lonely day in the office

April 22nd, 2008 by admin

I feel as if I have been quarantined. SOOOO LOOONNEEELLYYY!

Except for the one meeting I had today.

Training one training, on leave one on leave, sick one sick, out one out. I am the only one left.

:|

And then I have annoying vendors to get back to.

Sometimes I thought I am stupid enough you know. Until I meet people who can prove me wrong. Then it is so annoying and frustrating.

Then ah, I will feel so sheepish cos this must be what others go through when dealing with me. Hahaha.

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Wrapping up the week

April 21st, 2008 by admin

It is not easy shopping for gifts.

Awfully horrid.

But still, when you finally find that one gift that will plaster a big grin on your face, and makes you excited, it is all worthwhile.

Anyway.

Manchester United had a much-needed draw, and right after my post, Mr Nightclub Girl A called at around 3am, and I was already dozing off with my CSI episode 12 halfway through.

I saw the missed call and messaged him like half an hour later.

He asked if I was asleep and I couldn’t even remember what I replied. He asked why won’t I pick up the phone, but I really didn’t hear it.

He asked if I did much, but there wasn’t much to update. I was too sleepy to anyway. He followed up by asking what I did for Saturday before asking me to call him.

I fell asleep whilst messaging halfway.

It was half past 4 when he messaged me again, which I only saw in my semi-consciousness the next morning.

“I’m kinda upset that you won’t answer my calls. Hope you’re ok, cos I really care about you. Call me k.”

I didn’t call him back, and I missed a further 3 calls from him from then till this afternoon.

I was out running errands(and shopping), and I only messaged him back at 10pm.

I think really not fated, you know(like how I had lamented to a friend at Zouk BEFORE I bumped into him and his, uhm, date that sometimes, I think things are simply not fated). Cos when he called back immediately(another 3 times), I was talking to my friend’s mum and I didn’t manage to pick up.

I got home, didn’t know what I should say, and thus, I didn’t call back either.

Uh huh.

So this is it, I guess.

***

I had cheese and crackers today, and I had my head bowed most of the time. It was unexpected, and pretty strange.

I could finally breathe easier thereafter.

***

I received a nice little gift today, and it is nice. Very nice :)

I thought of getting something for myself, and a much needed name card case is on the wishlist.

After browsing around all the shops, I realised the most economical option, was the one I like best. The red one from Prada. But the silly thing is, it doesn’t fit my card at all!!!!

Okay. Then I finally found the answer when I was having late lunch at Swenson’s this afternoon when the lady next table pulled out a nice little box from her paperbag, admiring her new purchase – A card holder. Maybe, I will save up enough when my next pay cheque comes in next week, and I should reward myself. :)

I thought I needed a new bag, but then I think that gotta wait… for a while.

***

Jeremy says I don’t update enough. That’s SO NOT TRUE. I have blogged 16 posts out of the 20 days in April, and I think that is no mean feat! Hmphf.

Charlotte says I should photowhore myself more often. I do have like hundreds of them which I have uploaded but not yet posted(where the hell is my birthday post?!).

Looking at the posts I had posted in the past, I do realise how words have littered this place once too often, and this blog is getting too intense to appeal.

No fear baby, I have promised I would have one pretty post(and a pretty long one, that is) coming up, and with ample eyecandies for you guys.

Just make sure you guys remember to drop a line or two after wiping the drool off your chins.

Stay tuned, baby, stay tuned.

For now, I should coax my reluctant self to sleep as I embrace a new week again.

Damn. No one is going to be around tomorrow. I think I prefer the office when there is more liveliness in it.

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The mystery of the missing tickets

April 20th, 2008 by admin

So… the follow up to the episode from last night is.. there is no follow up.

He messaged at 6am, enthusiastically saying “Pleasant dreams gal!”.

I took a look at the message from the corner of my eyes, and with a raised brow, replied, “You messaged the wrong girl is it?”

A second later, my phone played the ever familiar “Bohemian Rhapsody”(my ringtone, that is), and I let the song went on and on.

I didn’t answer it.

Saturday has whizzed pass, and I woke up with a pounding headache(gee, how do I get a hangover without touching alcohol? Wait a minute.. I did have a bit of whiskey green tea. Couple of sips, that is).

It was 3pm when I finally crawled up.

Friends called up to check on me.

I was okay, and all cool. In fact, I think the wall I have built up to everyone around me has worked very well, cos it is always built to cater for moments like this.

I have pretty much immuned myself from emotions(though apparently it doesn’t apply to work-related), and I no longer is the emo-wreck and crybaby I once was.

Maybe the detractor’s right, I have turned into this cold-blooded bitch, and I have tendencies to block things out so that things don’t affect me anymore.

Such, is what I learnt.. since.. since.. since.. 3 or 4 months ago. Something I thought I should learn to let go and move on, because nothing lasts forever.

Much people had came and went. It was hard at first. Trust me, it was hard. Then, you just wish it won’t happen again.

Sometimes I miss the old me, cos I could feel much more. Though it sometimes creeps its way back, but it takes less energy to brush it off again these days.

So yeap, don’t worry, I am not upset about A. In fact I think I could one day forget about it, and find enough excuses for him to.. I don’t know.

But for now, I can just shrug and dismiss it as another unexpected(albeit a little disappointing) episode.

It is now Sunday, and no, the call never came.

***

I got pissed off with someone who knows about soccer less than me(you see, not say I know a lot, but you know…).

Now I know why they say soccer is like a religion.

I harshly asked him to fuck off when he asked why am I watching soccer when Blackburn is going to kick Man U’s ass anyway.

Even if it is true, since they are leading, I didn’t need to hear it you know?

And his next question.

“So is this first half or second half?”

The time on the top corner of the television said 58 minutes.

“First 45 is considered first half and anything from then to 90 minutes, is 2nd half.”

I fell off the chair when he then asked, “So, how long is one match?”

***

I fell asleep in the late afternoon, and woke up only at 8pm.

Decided to catch a movie, and after the tickets were booked for Sleuth, I reached Cathay cinema at… 9.30pm to grab a bite.

They were so slow that at 10.30pm, I didn’t even get my desserts when I left the restaurant.

We went to grab some pop corns and the tickets were passed to me.

Just as we grabbed our drinks and pop corns and made our way to the cinema, we realised the movie tickets went missing.

Mysteriously!

We tossed out everything from our wallets, pulled out our pockets(those that could be pulled), dug our hands deep into our back pockets, and emptied our bags.

Nothing in sight!

We went to the pop corn counter, and no one had seen it.

We scouted the floor and blarblarblar, nowhere to be found.

By then, we were already like 15 minutes late for the movie.

Mood was dampened and we headed up to look for the staff for help.

We waited for another 10 minutes and after they checked with the box office and yadda yadda, someone told us our seats were taken up.

Huh?

But anyway, we still managed to go in at 11pm, and by the time we left the cinema, it was 12.05am.

Utter waste of money and time, I know.

But the seats weren’t taken up like the staff said they were, and we moved in.

The movie tickets were still not found by the time we left the cinema.

How mysterious.

***

I was asking my friend for some work contacts.

We stood by the roadside when I slipped my phone into my back pocket.

I thought I found the tickets but realised it was just the pocket being too shallow.

My hand lingered a little more in my pocket, and it was empty except for my phone.

Seeing my hesitance, I was asked, “You found the tickets huh?”

I shook my head. “Nope…. not found..”

I casually tucked my hand in to the next pocket and halted my sentence.

“… oh. Found.”

My friend wasn’t convinced.

I smacked my bum cheeks to feel for something different, but nothing felt out of place.

Yet when I put my hands into the other pocket where my phone wasn’t tucked snugly in, out I pulled, the elusive tickets which were in my pocket all these while.

Strange oh strange. It was the same pocket I had stuffed my hand into at least 3 times when we looked for it.

Then again, coming from me, it wasn’t anything surprising.

And as usual, I gave an embarrassed giggle and buried my face into my hands.

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Process of elimination

April 19th, 2008 by admin

Storms are good for dramas.

Like, seriously.

Thunders, howling wind, white mist of heavy downpours… woohoo, perfect concoction of something brewing.

Some people are going to think I have no right to blog about what I going to, but oh well, whatever!

After a long week, and a few boring weekends, I thought I would drag my sorry ass out to just, you know, catch up with people I haven’t done so in a long, long while.

Just when I called up a friend who is back in town, I had 3 other invitations to head out on a Friday night.

With the past quiet weekends, it was definitely unexpected.

One of whom, say, A, is a guy whom I thought I could potentially see.

I called back to ask him what are his plans and yadda yadda.

So anyway, I decided to head out with my friend instead, since I really wanted to treat him, and I thought he was feeling a bit down and needed a little company.

However much I was reluctant to head out, I was determined to stay awake.

I went Thumper.

I slumped in the couch and just… lazed.

A and I exchanged messages, and he said Thumper is boring and thus he wouldn’t be heading down. I thought it was alright cos I was with my friends nonetheless.

They decided to head to Le Noir, I sat on a stool in a corner by myself and stoned until they were done.

Then, it was Zouk.

I so much wanted to just.. you know, bail out cos it was so not for me. I was sitting by myself most of the night people-watching, and was slowly zoning out.

I caught a glimpse of the stormy weather, and cursed slightly. I had so much wanted to head home.

So I headed back into members’ and just.. lazed in a corner by myself, with my head bowed and SMSing furiously.

And then…………

I glanced to my side and saw a familiar figure.

A.

He was strutting in, with a chick following behind him…. and he was holding her hand.

-Utter horror- Wait a minute. Utter horror is an understatement.

I immediately bowed my head and hoped no one sees me.

I grabbed my bag and then snuck out of the very packed crowd hoping no one seeing me making my escape.

I went out and saw the horrendous queue, flooded floor, and my Nine West shoes and jeans got really wet.

There was no way I could have gotten home.

Maybe there was disappointment, maybe there was just plenty of embarrassment and awkwardness.

I thought it would be easier if he didn’t see me.

Anyway.

I stood there like an idiot, and thought I would just join my friends.

My friend met me outside and brought me in after I dialled for emergency call to Germany to Effy.

I was still too shy, and decided to stick to a girl pal who went to the unisex toilet, instead of heading back. I was thinking of removing my very wet jeans, and wore my top as a dress.

And… like the life of a drama mama… shit happened.

Hahaha, he was right in front of the queue, and I didn’t even realise that! See, that’s the importance of checking your blind spot!

He came up and spoke to me, trying to make me lean in close, and then he held my hand, with his free hand stroking my face and sweeping a stray strand of hair away from my face.

How sweet. What a charmer. How nice. How… absofuckinglutely fabulous! Altogether now.. “Awww….”.

It was so obvious that I was pretty distant and it was even awkward to look at him in the eyes as I tried to smile, like usual.

It was so awkward that the guy at the back was like sneering when he walked away cos the guy behind us thought he was just some guy hitting on me and was making me feeling extremely, terribly, awfully, uncomfortable.

He made a snide remark and made all of us laughed. Though I laughed along, I was thinking to myself how I could have said he was someone I could potentially see. Muahaha. That would have been really funny.

So anyway.

When I got back to my friends, I passed A and his date, and they were canoodling, cuddling.. and very cosy.

Uhhhhhh huhhhh. I decided to make my quick exit gracefully.

Without saying bye. Muahahaa.

A bit the disappointing, and I wasn’t the only one feeling it.

And then!

Ah ha! Best bit was when we had further SMS exchanges, I then realised it was nightclub girl.

Wow. It is like.. you know I didn’t meet him, and then he got himself a nightclub girl? Or is my company is like, not as good as a nightclub girl thus, he didn’t join me at Thumper. Or my usual company is like one of the nightclub girls? Then man, I have really been cheap! Cos it would be more expensive to bring her out than me!

I think he had thought I would be at Thumper and didn’t expect I would turn up at Zouk where he brought his date to.

Hurhurhur.

Here was how the exchanges went.

He said not his girlfriend. Someone he just met.

I said the more he should make it worthwhile.

He said for company only. No chemistry.

I didn’t reply and he replied with abhorring audacity that… “I feel happier with you.”

NAH BEH! Compare me to nightclub girl! Sheer class.

I said. Whatever is good enough for holding hands and cuddling is good enough for other things…. (you know what I mean?)

And he replied how he would put his arms around his guy pals’ too.

Uh…. hooookaaaaaaayyy.

I didn’t reply him cos I gotten home and my baby and parents were just getting ready to head out(they woke up at 4.45am) to Genting.

My baby was so impossibly cute. And it is such a blessing to be able to kiss her goodnight and kiss her every morning before I go work.

And he messaged me again that he will call me tomorrow.

I don’t think so, honey.

Tsk tsk.

Another one bites the dust.

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I love work

April 18th, 2008 by admin

I love work.

I love my boss.

I love my colleagues.

I love my boss very much. Bosses, I mean.

I love my colleagues, very very very much.

They are the most wonderful, good-looking bunch of people I have ever work with.

I have to have extremely great self-control to keep my paws off them.

Like, they are like so sexy can?

I am sorry I have to write this post cos a colleague of mine found my blog, and I am afraid my boss will find this blog too, soon.

Ahhh!!!!!!!

*Shudders at thought*

*Cringe in embarrassment*

Can I like, erm, have a pay raise? *Giggles*

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