japanese kid's meal

if in a mess, the best thing to do is always pray. (continued)

sleepless

couldnt sleep last nite. not after the whole..(continued)

Unfamiliar

When you veer too far, what once was familiar somehow feels a little alien, remote somehow. I find that this can pull you into two directions. You embrace remoteness. Treat it like when you first came into contact. Take it slow. Take it easy. Definitely approach it in five hundred ways better than the first time around. Or the other direction.

You know how in good times you forget who you owe it too. You forget to be grateful. You forget to thank. You forget your blessings. When bitter times creep in, you forgot what the good times felt like. Honestly. All you feel is an aching, stab of pain and numbness. In the beginning you feel like smashing your head against the wall probably every time you think about the err of your ways. As you pray for calmness and serenity, the urge to smash the head against the wall pops up probably twice a day.

Simple things you left that you thought would make things convenient would be the very thing you ache for and long for. Carpooling together for instance, was a mere convenience which now feels like a luxury I wished I could do over and over.

Forgive the tone. I'm fasting today. Can't seem to get my mind off two things. Air tebu and you. Not necessarily in that order.

I like this song by Kris Allen.

Seconds hours so many days
You know what you want but how long can you wait
Every moment last forever if you feel you’ve lost your way
What if your chances are already gone
Started believing that I could be wrong
But you give me one good reason
to fight and never walk away

Free Lunch

I've been away super busy on a project. The office is doing an advertorial campaign on pr.otect.ing chi.ldr.en in cyberspace. part of the wor.ld tele.c.ommu.nication and inf.orm.ation soci.ety da.y campaign. apparently there are dangers lurking in cyberspace. some kids watch porn. tsk tsk.

I realized several things;

1. Having to come to the office on a Sunday sucks. Having to come to the office on Sunday to do a photo shoot with kids kinda rocks. Let's see how these stuck-up corporate people deal with screaming kids with attention span of a fly.

2. Getting all these industry people to confirm their participation is a thankless job. please confirm you participation through contribution. but we're not sure yet. but company A (rival) has confirmed! okay gimme five minutes and we'll fax our logo right over!

3. You may not know it, but sometimes 4a's advertising agencies aren't all that great. You'd be surprise that you're advising them instead. and if you're doing client servicing, please ensure that you're on post-paid. or at least reload your phone!

Left the office late late late all week. Today hotel called for free lunch. For all the events we organized there. interesting. boss doesn't get invited. machai that does the booking gets invited.

Anyways, for those of you with kids, look out for this Sunday's paper. And put it up on the wall if you got kids to warn them about the dangers. This blog included. Not healthy reading material.

I watched Confessions of A Shopaholic last weekend. Ha-ha. So funny. As usual, producers will always screw up a storybook, but I've learn to let go ever since they butchered Gossip Girl. On screen rubbish, maximum! (wait, maybe I haven't learn to let go)

Took my sister with me, her second time watching the show. And once I tried online ticket purchasing, I no longer want to queue nor do I ever wanna rush to get my booked tickets 45 minutes before the show. D did not want to watch it, and took his brother to an art exhibition instead. Ya-aawnn.

D is starting his new job next month. New field, new post. Good luck with that. As long as there's food on the table (not literally since I gave up cooking since the fridge fiasco), anything goes.

My lunch hour consists of lunch with friends while bitching about the bitch. After lunch, go to Petronas. Sit at the parking lot and bitch about the bitch for five minutes and then buy ice-cream/sour candy/rocky and then sit in the car and sigh and whine. And then spent another half hour under the bridge, parked and eating ice-cream since everywhere else is scorching hot. The topic remains. Two hour lunch everyday. Time flies superhumanly fast. Then once I'm seated at the desk, the clock slows down and everything happens in slow mo.

Two hour lunches ain't that fun unless you're shoe shopping which I'm obviously not. And especially not when you keep bumping into the HR Manager on the way back to the cube.

I hate this office. Can't you tell?