After trying to catch The Other Boleyn Girl two days in a row without success, I wonder if my third attempt would be a fruitful one. I am not sure if I even one to try.

And the story goes (la da di la da di la da di):

On Friday night, after finding out that I didn’t need to work late that night, I decided to catch the movie since it has been opened for so long now. I packed as fast as I could, and rushed out to catch my bus. I had about half an hour to the start of the show. I had to wait for quite a while for the bus and so by the time I reached Lido, I was five minutes past the show time. But I still believed that it was alright since there will be ads. So I ran up the escalators to try and get my ticket.

When I was face to face with the box office – the lady had told me that the show had started for about twenty minutes already! Drats the wrong timing given on the website!!!! I wandered for a while and decided to head off instead.

Seeing my terribly failed attempt yesterday, I decided that today was going to be the day. I set the alarm clock the night before, since I wanted to catch the 12plus show. Didn’t want to oversleep taking into account that I’m in dire need of sleep. I woke up even before my alarm clock was due to go off so I decided to be lazy and laze around in my bed. Soon the bane of my existent – the mobile phone rings – and starts up my day in the last way I wanted it to be started by. So I spend the entire day (or at least the most part of it) working. When I finally manage to get out of my house and purchase a ticket for myself , some lovely young lass comes along and tempts me with something far more powerful….

A night with our favourite band. Guess who won?

This has been sitting on my plate for a long long while.

nadnut had asked me so nicely, and I thought it would be really fun to do this meme.

But between my insane schedule and lack of inspirational ideas to the fact that my model has been to busy for my photoshoot, I never got around to doing it. Today, I had reached home before my supermarket’s closing time, so I decided to get a few food items to stock up and I caught the golden can at the corner of my eye so I quickly grabbed it.

Isn’t the little one the sweetest? Her expressions while I was shooting her, was so hilarious and heartwarming all at the same time.

She took a while to decide, fickle little one.

Greedy as well.

I had never liked Barney, the damn thing irritated the living daylights out of me. It did not help one bit that the darn thing was this horrid purple and green. Even while my little cousin lived with me, I could tolerate a lot of the programs she watched - constantly and sometimes even on repeat - from Bananas in Pajamas, High Five (this one was particularly interesting) and various others. But I just could not stand Barney. I would rather deal with her crying, than put on a Barney VCD which would keep her quite with no fuss.

Today, I was willing to tolerate him for a little while at least. After the photoshoot, the Barney episode also was ending, and he was singing that blood-curdling family song. Guess what PC did? She leaned over and stretched out her arms wide for a hug. When I pulled her down to me, she was very contented to just hug me and watch them singing, with a couple of kisses. How does one fault Barney when it makes the little ones do such lovable things?

Let me tell you a story.

There once WAS this really gorgeous car and its owner took amazing care of it.

I’m really going to miss it dearly.

Here is the other eulogies written for this momentous event
The Quoter
The Drawer
The “Optimist”

Time to go see my insurance agent and stock the bomb shelter.

Mandrake and I were having some inane chatter over the MSU 2006 pageant and then the mis-cue happened. It was a classic case of different topics – IM-ing makes that infinitely easier to happen. I spent the better part of the day thinking it was some game (which it was anyway); below is the transcript of our (nearly) entire day and the nonsense we got up too (Yes, I deleted a lot of our chatter in-between a whole thirteen pages worth of it before edit!)

Sheesh, it’s amazing that so much had conversed between us. Be very vary, it’s a long long post ahead!

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My friend is ready to serve the nation – and she is a girl.

Recently, she went to NIE to register herself so she can “mould the future of our nation”. And she was given something really interesting

She’s now a series of numbers that can be converted into a barcode.

After we read the words on the tee shirt, she promptly proclaims “Ah, another tee shirt I can use in bed”

Yes, the perfect place person to educate our future…

Recently, I was on a weekend trip with some of my friends. It was fairly difficult time for me. I tend to associate things to points or happenings in my life. So I’m easily put in a morose mood, since there are a lot of triggers to my numerous memories.

Throughout the whole weekend, I tried my utmost best to stay cheery. I guess I overreacted in a situation - I was already reaching a fairly low point; and with some people demanding that I should listen to them pushed me over the edge. I know I put some of them in an awkward situation - but then again I was never one to let other people make decisions for me, especially since I’ve stated my preference quite clearly.

Coz I forgot to call and wish my sister on her birthday - I managed to find some time after the big dinner to call her. As I speak to her, I realise to my chagrin - the little devil is of age. Hit with that realisation and that I’m so removed from my family, it only spirals me further into my own shell. My sis happened to be with her godma (my god-sis) at that point of time, and told me to go and visit my godma. At which I reach my breaking point. I’ve yet to come to terms with the passing of my godpa - so I wasn’t able to deal with the reminder of that period.

When one of my friends comes to get me for the mini party going on; after I had hung up the phone, I was not in the party or talking mood so I just lied on the bed and let my mind wander… it really wasn’t the best of things and I was just headed straight into a depressive state. So I picked myself up, put on a happy face and joined the party. Probably wasn’t my best performance, but hell, at least I tried right?

To the people who put up with my morose mood… thank you

As most of you know, I’ve avoided having alcoholic drinks for quite a while now. I only tend to drink when work calls for it. I went to a chalet/bbq party the other day, and there was quite a fair bit of alcohol, so it was offered to me and I decided to join in the festivities and merriment. One glass soon because another and another, tried some new flavours of Absolut, poured way to much alcohol in my glass at one point so I had to keep topping up with mixer. My friend actually was going to pour more, coz he thought I was just drinking coke. I haven’t been so high in ages… it was a weird feeling and got me thinking of other things.

All in all, it was a great night, with amazing company. We made so much noise, and cracked so many dirty jokes that we chased the near by people away. After the food finished, we went back to chalet for more “bonding”. There were screams of delight from the room, as most of us plonked ourselves outside (due too the sheer number of people who turned up) – we had to strain our heads to see what was going on, or just wait for the person who caused the screams to come out and tell us. I think the people next door might have thought we were having a mass orgy of sorts.

But sitting outside was great; we were all just sitting on both sides of the walkway with bottles of alcohol in front of us. It was a great time just to sit and joke, talk and laugh with friends. We had some of them pull of funny antics, a competition between the couples and a dare of stripping.

I haven’t had such a fun time in ages! It is one of the best bbqs that I have been too in a long while… and it just reminds me that I should at least try and plan my party; especially since its long overdue.

Today has been an odd day to say the least. There are things I wish I could take back, and things that I wish I would do again—no second guessing myself. In the course of this day, the following so many emotions have come to pass, that I can’t remember them all.

Another day passes that I’m reminded of my position and the “decorum” it entails. It is only so, because of certain people that chose to be close-minded and create such an environment. It’s an image I have to live up to and create just so that I don’t hurt / disappoint anyone else.

At work, I’m a bitch. I’ll honestly admit that as it is true. My management style tends to be more like a man – no surface feelings, just do the work and don’t give me grief. Emotions don’t come into play, this is an office, and we are here to work. No emotional blackmail, no crying, no “I’m a woman, so you need to help me” nonsense. I’m not in the office to pamper people, to see to their every whim like I am there just to assist them. It’s weird someone has to stop and teach you how to do you your job – as someone once told me to say to someone else, “If I’m going to teach you, am I getting a cut of your paycheck?”

Is it so hard for one person to keep their emotions in check when at work? I might be a lot younger than some of the people in my department, but I’m also paid to be professional when I step through those doors; so out comes the suit of no-emotion. In fact, I’ve done an amazing job of keeping my emotions in check, regardless where I am. Yes, it peeks out sometimes but never at work. I’ll finish my work before I step out to grieve over someone’s passing – never at work.

With all the irritations of the day, I almost gave up having a silver lining before lunch. Thankfully, some funny emails helped turned a scowl into a smile; and the fact that my leave is approved for my short holiday next year is also a perk up. Sometimes I wonder why I still work where I do. People and work can drive me insane. As I mentioned to my friend this afternoon, I hardly have a life outside work. For the whole time I’ve been working for here, I won’t know if I can go out after work until 6pm. I’ve left friends hanging, cancelled on them and turned down amazing offers to go out at times. Yet some part of me says it’s all worth while, and there are times in my job when that is true.

To the one who bought panadol and brought it all the way to my place coz I was sick as a dog and pretty much immobile.

To the two of you endured my whininess, stubbornness and your hunger when I was just being utterly difficult for nearly 6 hours.

To the other two, who help solve my cake craving at such an ungodly hour.

THANK YOU!!!

I really did appreciate it; whether or not I was capable of showing it at that very point of time.