Pretty Weekend

Never did I ever have such long nails so I decided to do something about it, considering my last manicure/pedicure session was more than a year back when that big toe nail was bruised. Believe it or not, it took a whole year for the new nail to replace the dead one. Armed with a sudden sense of adventure, I went with a bright pretty pink. When I saw the girl next to me walked out with green nails, I felt guilty thinking that I'm actually adventurous. Call me conservative but I'm loving it. Weirdly enough, with the newly painted nails, I became really girly. I could finally understand why some of my girlfriends took forever in the washroom. I could hardly zip and button up my jeans with that newly manicured calcium blades.

Brunch with Attituder at Spruce was way overdue. With the same old giggly us and re-enactment of our classic antics, we had a great afternoon complete with good food and company. During these times, you start to think, "the men never gets it". Fondling with my Miu Miu Mini Bow, which we found out by accident that both of us bought the same bag in the same colour and the same size, you wouldn't imagine two boyish car-loving girls squealing over handbags.

The weekend quickly came to an end. Too short but there's always the next one. Sleep debt is something I regretted not paying off but time with friends was even more valuable. Appreciation is on top of the list.

Q-Bash on Friday was totally insane. This is the first time in my life I actually went to an event not dressed up to the nines. Instead, I was dressed like a Mexican man sporting a moustache that was stopping me from smiling, laughing and talking properly. If you need to imagine how I spoke, just stiffen your upper lip and continue that imagination with hair getting into your mouth all the time. The night was nothing short of fun. I am already looking forward to the next quarter and of course, before all the celebration means loads of hardwork. I'm now recharged and ready to take on more. Bring it on!

POP!

My first Pop! Not that this is my first placement but it came especially sweet after a horrible career downturn. This makes me feel that I'm finally back on track and ready to shine even brighter than ever. Life is way less decadent than how it used to be. Contentment marks the difference. But no amount of contentment is going to evolve into complacency. Up is the only way and the direction guide provides no roundabouts. Objective now is to create another (and yet another) miracle for my foundation preparing for the bigger and the better. Having a great team and the great work, life is almost complete.

Then again, life is like a game. When you reach the high points for this level, you will find yourself leveling up. Your experience points will appear low and although it feels like starting all over again, you know you're already above the rest.

Life is afterall, a game. Am I right?

P.S. Secretly, I'm a complex, confused and competitive person. Keep your fingers and toes crossed. The above sentences have no relevance but I needed to say what I wanted to.

Delayed Telecast

Those in Italics were written when I was sitting in the last hotel hotel where we enquired on the availability of rooms... Sense the frustration!

I ended up in KL checking into Traders' and spending a fortune away. Even when I'm home now, I'm still thinking of my Marc Jacobs. I simply miss Ritz in KL and their plush beds.

It cannot be anymore impromptu. Upon my last meeting, I hit right home to grab Kokoro and we were on the road for the next 3 hours or so. To be able to reach KL in 2.5 hours was a feat considering the fact that there was a stretch of road when it rained cats and dogs, I had to really slow down and squint my eyes for the last bit of visibility. Travelling on the North South Highway was all too familiar. The heavy lids after a long working day wasn’t. And hell wasn’t I vaguely prepared for what was awaiting.

The drive from the base of Genting all the way up to the chilly top, I displayed the infamous trait of the “B Road Sleeper” as affectionately given to me by Saints. With the face turning green and coupled with my head continuing to spin from the lack of sleep, I ended up with the worst nauseating feeling ever. My body felt like it was falling apart and meaningless tearing went on overdrive. I needed a place to sleep.

When I got to the hotel, I thought, finally! I couldn’t have been more wrong. I’m sitting in the lobby of the 4^th hotel I went to, only to get the unapologetic, “sorry, full house”.  And I’m contemplating to drive downhill to try out Awana and worst still, to go down to KL instead. It was meant to be an unwinding trip and I ended up worst off than just staying at home, sleeping the next 24 hours away. All I need now is a steaming hot shower and a clean comfy bed. I would pay a fortune for it. I swear I would. Trust me! I asked for the best suite in town and I still got the “full house” answer. How is that possible?

I’m freeeaaaaking blogging from my Microsoft Word because I haven’t got internet access. If I had, I’d spend the entire night meddling away with Facebook. I’m feeling like an idiot. A miserable one. Right now, I’d rather be back in the office, slogging away. I am absolutely serious. And I’m absolutely miserable. Yes I’m whining. I need my beauty sleep.

*chug

Just out of curiosity - Are Italics called Italics because some Italian came up with it or that the Italians are not so straight up (relative to the Germans)? Tough joke to laugh at. I know!

"Pop" Goes My Heart

Hectic is an understatement to describe my week or rather, the past weeks. The toiling is finally showing some fruits. It was an empty piece of canvas and now, it's got sketches and lines of a blueprint. It's a matter of time when the colours are filled. There's no need for a Monet but it's about completing the picture that you can call your own. I can't wait for the first "pop"!

Networking is always preferred when they come naturally. Business cards that runs out too fast only goes to show the pace I've been on. At the end of the day, it boils down to the company when the most mundane of all things take over. The constant laughter brought me past day after day way easier than I thought a Raffles Place life would be. Basking in the sun post lunch became decadence which I haven't had the chance to do it since I started in this concrete jungle again. My mealtimes are regularly 2 hours after everyone else's. Lunches at 3pm became common. Dinners at 9pm are an inevitable way to send indigestion and fats cultivating in the right path. But read this, I'm a happy camper. There's no way to possibly imagine me dating a few years back looking at my calendar right now and be feeling pleased. The people made it possible and I'm glad the choice was right then. There's mental note that I've been sending to myself read, "I could be more competitive..." In a good way that is.

Parking is impossible in this part of the country. The queues for lots are measured by quarters, in not, years. No longer is it the ability to pay for the exorbitant season parking charges, miscellaneous ERP charges and other costs of owning a vehicle, altering the situation the least bit. My car will just continue to sit in my semi-sheltered carpark to collect dust with the occasional weekend stripping of petrol making the main difference. Mileage sensitive me now has one less thing to worry about apart from the pending insurance and road tax costs. Supping up my baby and racing him has become the next on the list after Chanel.

The fingers typing is post is extremely rest deprived. The next weekend is highly anticipated.

How I love this world...

Talk About Insensitivity

What is the million dollar question you should never ask your ex-girlfriend?

"I remember you once told me about your contact who sells diamonds..."

Thought bubble popped with unseen eyes rolling in all directions - 'Yes I did because you were talking about marrying me!'

Is that a subtle way to announcing your pending wedding bells ringing or is it just pure insensitivity?

By the way, I hate it when I'm too smart to catch the little details.

Thou shalt not dwell as memories are meant to stay beautiful. To taint it any further is strictly forbidden. As a friend, the care for your well-being hasn't been terminated. As an ex-girlfriend, all one can ask is a little respect to not tear open a wound that has healed. Too much to ask for?

Fully Geared

The moment I got seated in front of my stylist, I told him to do whatever he wants and to cut it short if he wanted to. I didn't want to know what he had in mind so I would be in for a surprise by the end of the hour. While he chopped and snipped away, I was fussing with Facebook. I came across a joke. Considerably the joke of the millennium. I had no intentions of taking any action and if I ever do, it would be legal. No one taunts this cookie and I've made it absolutely clear. People who know me knows very well, I can be nice but don't attempt to even trifle with a well you can hardly measure. Drowning is no fun. This is not a joke which is why, this post is not dated on April Fools' day.

Had a chat with Peter Pan earlier on whether I should stick to banking or to return to legal. The conclusion was simpler than I thought. With the existing team, I'm extremely blessed. Having a mentor like Sexy T and a teammate like Sherzer, I shouldn't be asking for more although legal remains my passion. I suppose in life, you can't always have the best of both worlds. In my world, this is more than sufficent. From a quality to quantity driven role, a switch of mindset was mandatory. As far as I'm concerned, I will ultimately conquer the industry and be the same superstar I used to be in legal.

Prepare!

Roar! Book of Eli... As though that narcissistic man will ever appear here. Let bygones be bygones.