T.B.W.A. Let's GO!

The CORBIS Futsal tournie is here again! And like last year, all agency teams also have a cheersquad. The TBWA cheerleaders won 'Best Cheer' in 2007 *yay* (REGARDLESS of us being the ONLY cheerleading squad -_- Wateva. We were still awesome.)'08 sees me as not part of the cheerleading squad anymore, but as the choreograpaher/ coach/ cikgu. ;)






Heard that there'll be sum stiff competition this year (2 other agencies are also sending in their cheergirls). But gurrrrl. You better BRING IT!

I. Just. CAN'T!

There's a TON of things to clear in the office, a TON of personal stuff to settle, friends that need favors and miscellaneous shit along the lines. And i just. Can't. Fucking. Focus. -_- I CAN'T!

As I'm sitting down at my place in the office, in front of the laptop, willing myself to focus and get in the zone so i can write, i just find my head filled with too many random thoughts. They just keep popping up. And incubating themselves there.

It's like annoying little flies that i just CAN'T swot away. They keep hovering...and buzzing around...refusing to go away. And then i get fidgety. And restless. Even going out to the office staircase to smoke doesn't help. I just brood in a corner, my mind a jumble of mess.

Was smoking yesterday, and my CD came out. One look at me and this came out of his mouth, "You look like you're in pain." And i guess i am lah. -_-

It's like, i look fine (Still cun. Still fashionable. *Bwuek*), but when in fact, I'm REALLY not. Like, i saw Poomela on Sunday @ Delicious and was telling her all that's been goin on in my life and shit. And she had this worried look on her face. That made me stop. She said that although i keep on repeating to her that, "I'm fine", she thinks I'm the complete opposite. (Thanks for the vote of confidence by the way Pammmm -_- haha.) But it's great that she's not baby-ing me through all this crap. I lav you Poomelaaa. I told you that already rite? ;p

She's right. I need to take care of myself. No more distractions (you know who you are. And am pretty sure you read my blog). I'm self-destructing, i swear. It's like, I've been computed to turn into a choreographed mess every now and then. I am only able to operate smoothly/ happily/ mess-free for a certain period of time, and then i set myself for detonation.

In 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1.

Beautiful Mess~

Pierces the fucking heart.
I swear, Jason wrote this for me.

I can imagine sumone listening to this and the first image that pops in their mind is,well... Adriana. -_-

I've attached the lyrics so you can see what i mean. I'm not being perasan on the whole "Beautiful" bit, but i can DEFINITELY identify with the whole "mess" part.





Jason Mraz-Beautiful Mess

You’ve got the best of both worlds
You’re the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you’re needy,
Humble but you’re greedy
Based on your body language, your shouted cursive I’ve been reading
You’re style is quite selective though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests that this is just what happiness is

Hey, what a beautiful mess this is
It’s like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don't mind my nerve you can call it fiction
‘Cause I like being submerged in your contradictions dear
‘Cause here we are, here we are

Although you were biased I love your advice
Your comebacks they’re quick and probably have to do with your insecurities
There’s no shame in being crazy, depending on how you take these
Words that paraphrasing this relationship we’re staging

And it’s a beautiful mess, yes it is
It’s like, we are picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
And the kind and courteous is a life I’ve heard
But it’s nice to say that we played in the dirt
Cause here, here we are, Here we are
Here we are x7

We're still here

And what a beautiful mess this is
It’s like taking a guess when the only answer is yes

And through timeless words in priceless pictures
We’ll fly like birds not of this earth
And tides they turn and hearts disfigure
But that’s no concern when we’re wounded together
And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts
But it’s nice today, oh the wait was so worth it

Off tandem...

My eating patterns have been a lil off lately. Usually i skip breakfast altogether, just having coffee and ciggies in the morning and only PROPERLY eating at lunch. These few days I've been eating brunch and skipping lunch (looks like I'm doing that again today -_-). Then i get ravenous around 3 or 4 in the afternoon.

It's actually good, i think. Coz then i can do other stuff at lunch i.e, Sleeping, shopping, do my hair, or my nails yata yata yata. Fuck. Now i sound like a shallow bimbo.

I. am. ACTUALLY. happy. *GRINS*

It's been a good couple of days for me :). Mondays usually suck, but yesterday's was actually a good one. Went for drinks @ SOMO in Mon't Kiara after work with a friend, and got happy tipsy (Had Kinky Blue Fairy!!!). Din feel like heading back to Damansara Perdana directly after, so i called HIM up. We chilled @ La Bodega over at Pavillion, and over Sangrias, talked/ joked/ chilled/ laughed.

I'm still very happy from last night's 'residue' (Everything's a residue innit babe? ;p). I'm happy when I'm hangin out with you.

I'm not being cheezy. Not being mushy. Just stating facts.

It's Friday...I'm in LOVE!

Don't you just feel SO alive when Friday rolls around? *GRINS*

My C.D was asking me how am i doing this morning, (I've been shitty all this week, Monday being the worst I've spiraled into quiet depression)

CD: So, how's things today?
Me: It's Friday. I'm goooooood... *Two thumbs up. Followed by cheezy grin*
CD: So what if there's a landslide? Still good??
Me: It's STILL Friday dude. I dun care. Lalalala. *Me skips out gaily outta his office*

The only thing that can ruin my Friday is if there was a landslide, and land slid ON my car. Then fuck la kan, i can't drive out to party later at night. -_- Eh. But got cab wuuut. ;p So, it's cool.

I have so many things to settle this weekend, I'm tired just thinking about it. -_-

In no particular order:

- Visit hair saloon to touch-up hair and trim it shorter
- Mani & Pedi (I'm thinking of going fire-engine red again)
- Pay bills. OMG. PAY BILSS!!! This should be the first thing i think of rite?!Sheesh.
- Go Showpink's Junkyard sale
- Go Bijou Baazar
- Go Borneo Ink @ Hartamas for Inking appointment
- Take pix of all boutiques around Damansara Perdana area for Tongue in Chic (SHIATZZZ. This is SO overdue! Joyce won't be happy...)
- Thinking of catching Indy Jones (But unsure with who yet ;p)
- Sort laundry
- Sort a mountain of shit that's been dumped unexpectedly at my doorstep
- Sort shit with the EX-Fiance (I want my TV and ASTRO back)
- Stock up on daily essentials (I'm running outta moisturizers and stuff. -_-)

Daaaamn. So many things can die wey.

But it's ok. It's Friday...I'm in LOVE! ;)

50/50

That's wat i am rite now. 50% ok. 50% fucked-up.

How is it possible to be on top of the world one day and be at the bottomless pits of Hell the next day? Fuck la.

I know, i know. It's LIFE. -_- But at the rate I'm going, I'll self-combust, I SWEAR! One minute I feel like shit, the next I'm deliriously happy. I think I'm goin nuts.

Slowly...but surely. I'm goin fuckin insane.

I think i need medication.

-_-

Death by Playah

You know it's not going to be pretty. You meet a playah PLAYAH, and it's all fun and laughter (thanks Poomela for the phrase ;p).THEN, it gets...strange.

For the next few weeks or so, things are all awesome. You're excited, you have crazy fun (and even CRAZIER sex)and somehow, you feel invincible. Like nothing can touch you. You realize that you're actually happy.

Then fuck, you start falling for this playah. -_- I don't recommend it. I don't fucking recommend it AT ALL. And the worst bit outta all this shitty circumstance? You know you're a player too. Nothing good can come out of this, i tell ya.

Say it with me now people:

SELF-PRESERVATION...

SELF-PRESERVATION...

SELF-PRESERVATION...

Don't die at the hands of a player. No matter HOW cute he is.

INTRODUCING: Tongue in Chic. Featuring: MOI!

Too early to ACTUALLY announce la.



Okay.


But Joyce The Fairy started a fashion blog, called Tongue in Chic. Catchy tajuk don't you think? So, was reading her blog and there was a shout-out for contributing writers. Naturally, I e-mailed her. My e-mail headline goes:

"Ooooh Ooh. Pick me Joyce. PICK ME!"

Caught her attention, and she e-mailed me back within a few hours. *Yays. Clap-clap*

So, I've been assigned to cover some boutiques around my area (Damansara Perdana) to begin with, and any other things i see fit, later on. I get paid for the posts, depending on the length and type but that is SO besides the point! I get to work with KinkyBlueFairy herself! And if that's not reason enuff...I DUNNO WAT IS! (Ok, i sound demented rite now. Scary sial)

I'm excited to the MAX! But fuck la, i need to get my own Digicam. -_- Been meaning to get my own for quite a while now. Procrastinated and now, cibai. When i REALLY need it takde. *sigh*

Tiesto/ Change-is-a-coming/ And other cock stories

Went to PD last weekend for THE party of the year. This was an even longer weekend as compared to R5GG (Revelation 5 Global Gathering). We headed down Friday afternoon (took half-day summore ok. We were THAT bersemangat!)to avoid any form of traffic. But traffic was relatively clear. Goodo!








I drove down with Susu. And you know wat? The 1 1/2 hours drive wasn't boring. Not even for a minute. So, that was awesome. I can't be bothered to recap EVERYTHING that happened last weekend, but here are highlights:

* 2 dudes got in a tiff because of one's snoring. Weird. I know.
* People keep on mentioning to me that this particular chick i know is hot. And i can't fucking see it.
* I learnt that most trance DJs from Europe e.g Tiesto etc etc are gay. I have to do more research on that.
* People don't really know me. They think I'm sumthing, and i turn out to be sumthing completely else.
* SUSU ACTUALLY CHECKED ME OUT (well my ass to be precise) 4 YEARS AGO IN UNI, AT A PLAY REHEARSAL WITHOUT KNOWING IT'S ME. ~It's weird how our paths should cross again now.
* Ash's slut will ALWAYS be a slut. -_-
* I had THE shittiest lunch ever on Sat: A lil white rice, with kuah pajeri nenas and a piece of fried chicken. Susu had the same. I'm sorry you followed wat i was eating babe.
* But we had THE best dinner that nite: TGIFridays' Cheeeeseeee Burgerrrrrr. Fucking yummmmmy!
* First rave nite i gave up by 2am. Second rave nite by 2.30-ish am.
* Met a guy who was Haanim's fren by the pool. His name was "Tiger" -_- Cibai. Tiger konon.
* Secret squirrel emo-ed. *sigh* Why am i even surprised? All our outings would not be complete without it.
* Had chinese food in some old-skool/dodgy part of PD with Poobee, Ah Chai and Susu on the way back to KL.
* Hung-out @ Susu's for a bit when we reached home. Realized how cool his house mates are. :)
* Reached D'sara Perdana and hung-out with Ash and Mamasan and Quek @ Rasta TTDI.

That's about it for Freedom weekend. Pix are all in my FB.

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Oh ya. Am separated with The Fiance. Long-ass story that i don't wanna tell. But basically, am working on the logistics rite now of where i'm moving out to and stuff. Pls dun worry about me, i'm doing fine. And no, it has nothing to do with ANYONE. It was my decision all along.

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Went for a brainstorming session this morning @ a client's place. Was a very productive one i think. ;p Never has the Copywriter (i.e ME) been given so much credibility before. With it...comes pressure too. But i'm liking it. I'm liking it very much... :)

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That's it la. Damn malas to story the other cock-stories.