firewall

I think the management may have banned all pc-users from logging on to MSN Messenger. This is so sad. I'm losing motivation to work. Already the studio's like a graveyard, now we can't keep ourselves sane by talking to "friends" (but due to political reasons cannot be seen as too chummy in public) in the office, or friends from the outside world. Yesterday was the first trial of a day at work without Messenger and already there was a low steady drone of bewilderment and dissatisfaction. Today, speculations are flying.

"Did the company firewall us?"
"I saw this IT guy coming to fix the server... maybe it's him!"
"Why why why why why..."

But all Mac users can still go online. That's right.
This I don't know how to rationalise also.

What a pity. I used to be able to brainstorm with folks from the sister company next door over the net. Now we have to call each other. I used to be able ask my friends outside to help with simple translations. Now the company has to pay for a 5-word sentence translation. Makes perfect sense.

Of course I have to look at things from the other point of view. Was I exploiting my privilege? Has it interfered with my work? I don't know, I do deliver my work on time... quality-wise, it's very subjective, innit? Ah well. Maybe we'll all get over this after a while. Maybe some will cite this as a reason to leave, haha. But one thing's for sure... the graveyard just got darker and colder without occasional cheer-up messages and snarky-funny comments from colleagues and friends.

Fuck, this mushy-whiny shit is pathetic. I don't even know if the company really firewalled us in or something's fucked up with MSN in general. I need a sex life.

lazy sunday

Lazy weekends are the best. Of course mine would be better if I wasn't sporting a skull-cracking eyeball-popping headache, but hey... beggars can't be choosers. I'm a tad worried about my horrible headache. Could it be from my mini-fridge in the room? My computer that's never turned off no matter what? Some microscopic fungus releasing pores from the ceiling (hey I had that in my old house)? Or just some plain old virus combined with the crappy weather?

I must be watching too much CSI.

Anyway, highlight of the weekend is my lazy Sunday lunch at Zipangu. Does appetite diminishes with age? Or am I finally graduating from the school of urbanite? Nowadays I can't seem to eat as much as I could at buffets. Daaaamn. My inner small-town Chinese self is groaning at the wastefulness. I only had ONE helping of everything! How can!

More yummylicious pictures here.

epitath

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Awwwwww.
Here's a big sorry to the boys of my rock band.
Here's another big sorry to the 27 men waiting in line for their turns after my 56th.
Muahahahahahahaha.

angels & demons

I vomited a little in my mouth. I swallowed because I have to walk 20 steps to the toilet. What's 20 steps you may think. Well you are not bleeding heavily from your nether region.

Anyway the bile tasted bitter and sour. Hmmph at least that's still normal. Me only eating a few spoonfuls of porridge for lunch wasn't.

This super-heavy-a-month, almost-nothing-the-next period cycle is really getting on my nerves (and my poor stomache). Someone, for the love of mankind, please drag me to the gynae after my period's over. Because I'm 2 years overdue for my check-up. And the best time to get a clear ultrasound is right after the period.

Am supposed to give someone Angels & Demons. But when I was flipping through the first few pages to find some space and write a personal message... I somehow ended up reading a bit of the story just to refresh my memory... and then I read some more. And then I decided to finish the book before giving it away. So if someone receives the book in slightly dog-eared condition, have comfort in the knowledge that I really, really like and recommend the book. Better than Da Vinci Code. You're welcome.

summer bliss

2 weeks ago, I went for the Summer Bliss garden party at Valencia.

The homes there are nice. In a not-gonna-afford-it-unless-I-marry-a-102-year-old-tycoon way. Siiiiigh. I don't have Anna Nicole's jugs.

I went on an empty stomache. Luckily they didn't just serve pastries (tasting like nothing else but dough and sugar) like the last party. I had spaghetti, potato salad, mini lamb chops, fried chicken, fish fillets, chocolate cake (hard like rock, man) and bread pudding. They had really funky-looking young magicians walking around showing people their, ya'know, wares. Too bad the audience were either too shy to respond warmly or too engrossed in their food (like me) to pay them much attention.

There was a jazz singer and a swooning pianist. I was devilishly trying to catch her accidentally stepping on one of them furry rabbitses. There were so many bunnies clamoured around the pianist's chair and the lightbox. Lightbox I can understand, it's warm. Pianist chair? For what? Enchanted by the tinkling musical notes?

Suddenly the loudspeaker gave a loud squawk. And all the bunnies around the piano jumped into the air in fright. It would've been a ROFL moment if I wasn't more concerned about their eardrums and bowel condition.

Then I saw her. OMG KAWAIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!

SO CUTE CAN DIE!!!!

stress!

So stress can die. Work. Freelance work. Christmas performance. And my stubborn, defiant resolve to have a social life on top of all those.

Went for Bren-Bren's birthday gathering last night with my A-Levels classmates whom I haven't met for 8 years. Everyone seemed to have blossomed. Prettier, slimmer, successfuller... and on and on. For the past 8 years they've all kept in touch, except me. Luckily those sweethearts didn't make me feel like a leper at Shangri-La. 8 years didn't exactly melt away within that 3 hours (I think it's got something to do with the cool front I maintained during A-Levels... it's totally not me) but we had a good time. I suspect the bottle of wine loosened their inhibition somewhat. I had two sips and was ready to hurl my RM98++ dinner.

Rushed off to jamming session with the boys once Bren-Bren blew her birthday candles. Didn't even stay to savour the cheesecake. GAAAARRR! Then I was late by an hour because of the FUCKING unpredictable unbelievable traffic jam on Genting Klang. I just DETEST that stretch to the marrow. Luckily we had a rocking good session. And supper which I insisted on buying.

I don't know how long I can pull off these midnight oil-burners. Feel tired to the very core of my soul. Days and weeks zoom past. I really need some quality me-time. My room and car needs my loving attention also. Lisa hasn't been washed since a month ago and my toilet's starting to develop an interesting orange-hue ring.

Please leave me alone this weekend.

3 weeks

3 weekends. 2 wedding dinners. 1 passport-stamping trip. 0 weight lost.

3 weeks being absent from the gym. I think I only went once last month. All the membership money down the drain. But. Work and freelancing had been very time and energy consuming. I hadn't been well also. Excuses.

2 weeks of food-poisoning and indigestion. Haven't been consistent with medication. Pop pills when gastric pain gets acute. Maybe I'm indulging in the pain and vomitting a little. Maybe can lose some weight. Great time spent with colleagues, high school friends, college friends, new friends. Stopped smoking. Stopped writing songs. Still postponing a thorough health check-up including long-avoided gynae visits. Excuses.

1 month to Christmas. End of the year. End of being 27. 1 month to dish out songs with the band. 1 time a week when everyone can meet and practise. 1 reason I'm doing the performance - I love my band boys and I love music. Meaning of Christmas? Blurry and hazy. Excuses.

0 excuse for not blogging and posting pictures. So go to my Multiply page like my friends do.