Wednesday, December 31, 2008

The date is set.

Finally after much consideration and negotiation with Family (something about the lunar calendar, star sign, how lucky you'll be and whether you'll strike the Lottery and live happily ever after),

we have set the date.

p.s. which also meant an exorbitant sum for deposit has been paid. Welcome 2009, the Year of Incredible Debt!

Monday, December 22, 2008

Mundane days and how some things get old.

Life has been both mundane yet crazy these days.

Normal life goes on as usual. Wake up, work, dinner, chores, Stimpak, sleep time. Rinse and repeat.

[I have sort of abandoned my Wii and my still-in-the-box Wii Fit for PlayStation 3. Talk about having a short attention span.]

-- Might be too late for a Stimpak

But it sure is busy as hell and I have no idea why. Perhaps it is my stupendously crappy time management skills. I seem to have so many errands to run, bills to pay, things to organise, xmas pressies to buy and meet ups to show up to.

By the way, Christmas is turning into a giant scam. I have a massive headache from buying pressies for people in the office.

Then I have to buy another pressie for a office lucky draw organized by Teletubby because she has nothing better to do except hogging the laser printer, printing 40 odd pages of craft materials to make paper Xmas trees.

I HAVE to buy something. I'm already kinda the loner in my team and I don't want to be remembered as the only person not contributing because I'm not a "team player". Fuk this corporate blackmail shite.

The end of the year is also time when all my friends come back from abroad. This year, Soulie is back for almost 3 weeks for his upcoming wedding. Which of course means lots of dinners, piss ups and embarassing photos you can use to your advantage for the years to come.

-- Only a few thousand times more embarassing and incriminating.

I have 2 dinners this week, a Christmas dinner/lunch to organize (our first Christmas together), and trying my darnedest not to turn up for another piss up because the boys have a fully stocked arsenal this time.

All that bustling activities and being surrounded by friends. I can't say that all that partying and dinners don't get old, but I'm not sure if I should be complaining.

Fallout 3 - The official website

We are ok.

Hi everyone,

Thanks for all the calls and text messages. I'm fine. We're fine. And I guess I'm pretty much at fault here for not removing the post or posting more irrelevant posts to push that post down to obscurity.

For that I apologise and you guys are really sweet to check on me. :D

Normal albeit irregular posting will resume. I just have to find something to rant about.


Friday, December 12, 2008

Perhaps we all thought wrong.

Here I am, back to a little place where I can say anything I want.

I thought I could do the same with you, but I was wrong.
I thought it can't possibly hurt like this, but I was wrong.
I thought a lot of things, but I couldn't say them to you anymore.

Take all the time and space you need. Feel free. But when you decide to talk and think things could go back to the way they were, perhaps you thought wrong.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Why this Facebook profile rocks.

Just awesome.

Facebook wall -

Google, please contact me.

You have to watch this.

Holy macaroni!!!

Google, I'm a big fan. Please hire me and I swear upon my love for all things shiny, fashiony and fun that I WILL dedicate my working hours on Excel decoration, Gmail templates and continue to blog all things I deem interesting.

Purrrrrrrty please???? I love you Google! Maybe you can throw me a Google wedding at Googleplex! Contact me at my gmail.

love xoxo,

Things I learnt from Beauty & the Beast.

Now after listening to that song on Beauty & the Beast for the past 4 hours, I've had new disturbing revelations on my favourite-st Disney cartoon of all time.

1. Belle fell in love with Beast.

That's how the fairytale was supposed to go anyway. We knew how it was going to turn out. But, bless her kind bookworm heart, not Belle.

So she fell in love with a monster Yeti. Not how 1 would love a pet, but romantic feelings for something that's not human.

-- Staring lovingly into those baby blues.

*cough*Beast**lity*cough*. That is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo wrong.

2. Physics

Just watch this. 2:54 into the clip.

"Belle, you came back!"

Awwwwwwwww swooooooooooooooon.

But wait. Did Beast, coming in at close to (at least) 200 pounds, not fall because Belle reached out and pulled him back? Because I thought the law of physics would meant Belle, who looked like she could use a Carl's Jr burger, would fall over the balcony edge because of how much Beast weighed.

Clearly love conquers physics.

3. Lumiere, Cogsworth, Mrs Potts, Chip and other assorted home furnishings

Belle and Beast shared meals together, and we all remembered how candlesticks could sing and dance and asked us to try the grey stuff because it's delicious, and if we didn't believe him we could ask the dishes.

Back to Belle and Beast sharing a meal together. On proper cutlery and perhaps the finest china that survived Beast's wrath in the castle. Chip is a teacup. Now, let's draw the 2 points together. Eating off plates using cutlery that were once possibly HUMAN if not for Beast Prince's stone cold heart.

They were eating food OFF ex-humans. Can I go eww now?

4. Magic.

Belle's father, Maurice, was an inventor. So I would say he was a man of science. How he grappled the reality that his son-in-law was a former monstrous looking animal, that's beyond me.

Enchantment and science. Enchantment = advanced science that could transform human to household items?

5. The ending of the movie

I suppose Belle and Beast Prince got married and like all newlyweds, they waltzed in their gigantic ballroom as smitten family and friends looked on.

Mmmm just a question, all those years that Beast Prince was a beast, did his friends and royal relatives not know about his predicament? And given his age and status, I thought they would have sent their fair royal daughters to him and propose marriage. Or something like that. They must know, and had kept away for fear of being ripped apart by his fangs.

Now that he was human, did he send out wedding invites to all those uncaring bastards who didn't find a more powerful witch to lift the curse? And did those people show up upon hearing that he was no longer a beast?

Only the innocence of a 10 year old could blind us from these disturbing questions and observations. To quote Beast, "Maybe it's better this way."

I still love Beauty & the Beast!

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Maternal instincts and the floodgates of disdain runneth over.

I'm beginning to question if I have any ounce of maternal instincts in me.

It was Teletubby's son 3rd day in office. She brings her kid into the office so she can drop him at childcare at 9am. But everyone seemed to be bowled over by the presence of a child, making silly sounds, speaking in stupid childish voices and all that giggling and fake kungfu fighting

Why am I not going "awww he's so adorable?"

I'm no witch. Well, I'm selectively evil to people I don't like and horrible spacewasters. Here we have a little boy no more than 5 and I'm about to go mad from swooshing aeroplane noises he makes with other colleagues.

Perhaps I have indiscriminately extended my disdain for his dear ol mom to him. Poor boy.

I put on my earphones to block out the laughter of a child.

Am I weird?

In other news Grad Student was being a total dick. But what's new right? Anyhoo awesomer posts are stewing in my Draft folder. Let me get back to them.

Friday, November 21, 2008

The weird things that are going on in my office.

I've read's article on 6 Emails You Get When Your Company Is About To Go Under. Just thought I would expand on that based on my own experience.

Yeah, my company is giving me very bad vibes. And if they are NOT going under, then they really suck as mass communication.

1. Increase in company-wide emails

Usually we receive emails from the CEO once every quarter to update staff on how well the company is performing blah blah and interviews the management had given to various news outlets blah blah blah.

Now, I receive emails from the CEO, CFO and human resource almost every other day. At first, it was all "the company has reported strong growth in this quarter", "we will ride out recent economic downturn" and "we are united and a family".

Now it has become "the company has reported strong growth in this quarter but a drop in profits", "we will do our best to cope with recent events", tacky one-liners such as "I'm counting on you" and THAT email from HR on maternity leave review.

Bad vibes rating: 3.5 out of 5

2. Strange behaviour from managers

They are usually missing in action doing something really important somewhere in the office building. They will only come to you when clients call them directly to enquire about progress on some initiatives or projects. They come to you because they don't know.

But they have started pacing up and down the office. I won't think they are strolling while in deep thought or checking the carpets. Are they spying on us?

And why the f*ck are they asking us to write our KPI (key performance indicator) for this year 2008 when there are only 5 weeks till 2009?

Oh, "to justify the current head count to HR." So if I really suck at essay writing and do not come off as 'absolutely necessary like oxygen to living breathing human beings', does it mean I go into the "retrenchment" pile?

This sucks.

Bad vibes rating: 4.5 out of 5 (I'm assuming they are doing a bit of walking to walk off breakfast/lunch/tea. And I got As got essay writing since young. I should be able to BS my way through.)

3. Sudden unscheduled meetings

The same group of managers mentioned above suddenly calls the team for a meeting. That will start in 5 minutes' time. And it's lunch break now.

We are talking about the same group of managers who leave on time for lunch is suddenly holding a meeting during lunch hour. Hmmm it does make you wonder what can be so urgent, doesn't it?

Bad vibes rating: 5 out of 5

4. Changes in stationery

We get annual planners for the next year right about now. This year, instead of a leather binder with 1 day a page planner like every other year, all we got were a(nother) lame lanyard and a "planner" best described as a notepad.

-- Say byebye to corporate planners.

Well at least they are not stapling stacks of paper and passing them to staff. Yet.

Oh, only permanent staff get them. Contract staff are staring at us in disbelief.

Way to inspire confidence by way of stationery, which can be loosely interpreted as "You're not exactly part of the family so no stationery for you". *Golf claps*

Bad vibes rating: 2 out of 5

5. No replacement

Quite a few colleagues have left but the company has yet to fill the vacancies. And they don't seem to be actively hiring.

[Confirmed in item 3 above. Managers said there is a freeze in headcount. I don't know why but in my head, it's more like body count Hot Shots style.]

There is that merger that has pissed me off to no end. Right now we're at least 5 staff short, and our "commitments to the clients" have grown as per stipulated in the contract the company made with the clients. Our workload has increased, just like inflation, but our paycheck remain the same.

A game of musical chairs to the tune of Psycho shower scene.


I'm so depressed I'm listening to Angela Lansbury's Beauty & the Beast on repeat. Ahhhhh love will keep us alive.

Links: - 6 Emails You Get When Your Company is About to Go Under

Thursday, November 20, 2008

So you think you can dance.

I wish I could do this.

But I just haven't got a single dancing bone in me! You rock, Shane Mercado.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Update on Crappiest week and shifty landlord.

Updated scoreboard for The Crappiest Week (10-16 Nov 2008).

It does appear that the week did not end disastrously as predicted. There were definitely dips in overall optimism but the world agreed that this was not the worst case scenario they had painted. 

Jackass Landlord have postponed yet another appointment to fix the bed frame. The bed frame broke 2 weeks ago on the eve of my birthday. Lest your imagination run like the wind, NOTHING happened. J sat on it, about to embark on hours of mindless fun killing people on Metal Gear Solid 4 when it gave under him.

It wasn't a big problem, a power drill and nails will do the job to fix the bit that holds the slates. Landlord came to take a look, and said he would be back on Monday to fix the it. Come Sunday night, he called to say he was busy and not comfortable with coming over after 7pm because it's "night time". Fine. So we arranged for him to come over on Sunday 6pm.

[I don't understand how 7pm is "night time" and 6pm isn't.]

On Friday night, to be more accurate Saturday morning at 12.30am, he texted to say he had decided not to fix it, and will be sending a new bed frame over this week.

I'm not sure if I should be overjoyed or immensely pissed.

I hate it when people change appointments at the very last minute. I have a life (some semblance of it anyway) and I can't just talk to my people and rearrange my schedule to accomodate stupid inconsiderate jackasses like him.

The airconditioner is on its last run. It stopped spewing cool air one night. Like J said, even though I'm Asian who has spent most of her life in Asia, I haven't been under the sun nor humidity a lot. Heat and humidity are not my friends. 

One should NEVER assume that since I live in the tropics, I embrace heat and humidity. I've spent most of my life in the air-conditioned rooms or in any kinds of shade so I don't do so well when humidity goes up.

Anyhoo, the past 1 week has been less than comfortable. The air conditioner will run for 3 hours and stop spewing cool air after that. I have to time myself when I turn it on to ensure maximum coolness. Landlord says he is not going to fix it because it's the tenant's responsibility to maintain the air-conditioner. Not his.

Is that so?

Anyhoo I've given up arguing who should repair the fixtures in this rapidly dilapidating flat. I'll just suck it up, fix the air conditioner for my comfort and sanity.

The telly, ps3 could have died or the kitchen could have combust into flames spontaneously. But nothing catastrophic happened. 

So I guess I came out unscathed this week, only highly uncomfortable after sleeping in high humidity on a bed propped up by plastic Ikea boxes.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

My hemline draws unwanted attention.

It can't possibly be more humiliating or disturbing when a male colleague tells you that the shirt dress you thought was fabulous and smart for work was a little 'see through'.

-- But.. but... IT'S FABULOUS!

And that's the reason why the technician from the data center keeps popping by the cubicle next to mine to say hi. Because my fabulous dress is "short".

All the hemline of my skirts are slightly above my knees!

It's horrible news to hear because married men have no business perving on innocent co-workers. And men have no business perving on innocent co-workers at all.

I'm in my 20s. I'm not like 50% of the womenfolk in my office building because they are 'over 35' and dress like... mumsy clerks. I'm grabbing hold of my youth! I'm dressing my age! And that's sort of bad at my workplace because my hemline may be a little shorter than 50% of the XX chromosomal community???
I don't get it. This sucks.

I'm not a flashy dresser at the workplace because I know better. Unlike silly interns who show up in clothes with slits and pieces of fabric falling everywhere because it's 'trendy'.

Nor do I dress like the PR dept ladies who dress smart every single day. I don't know how they do it (bulk buy A-line skirts?) but I can't be arsed to iron shirts and A line skirts every single day.

-- I look stumpy.

What is it with skirts that fall slightly above the knee? I can't wear anything over my knees because I look short and stumpy. It just doesn't go with my height.

I'm mortified at the thought of wearing mumsy clothes. I'm 20+++!!!! It's the last bits of my youth and I sure as hell am not going to dress older than I have to!

Love Actually, is still playing on my dvd player.

I *heart* Love Actually. It's true. I love it so much I watch it on repeat for days till I'm sooooooooo saturated with soppy loved-up goodness.

I love it so much it has its own blog label right here.

[Sorry San, I just keep forgetting to pass it back to you. I'm so sorry it has been on my dvd shelf for the past year. I'm terrible.]

I used to like Jamie and Aurelia's story best. Something about talking to each other knowing that he couldn't understand her, and not knowing that they were actually on the same topic made it sweet.

Like it was meant to be.

I still think Keira Knightley talks funny. What's with her lower jaw?

But Mark has grown on me, maybe on the 89th time I watched the movie.


Andrew Lincoln, you are now in my "Fanciable Englishman" list, with Alan Rickman and Ralph Fiennes.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Week of bad luck.

This week has been one of the worst I've ever had.

Behold the series of events.

I can't even bend down to tie my shoelaces! I'm going to keep score and see how bad things can get.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Excited about Christmas with 7 weeks to go.

Is anyone excited about Christmas yet? I am!!

This is the first time ever J and I will spend Christmas together. Ever.

Even though we have been going out for almost 3 years, we have never spent Christmas together. We came close 1 year, but that was when we were friends and not seeing each other. I left on Christmas Eve, with a snap of him on my Motorola V3.

-- of course you can't see him.

Come to think of it, why did I take a photo of him? Hmmmmmmm.... I didn't fancy him then, did I? Did I!?!?!? Oh god oh god oh god.

Anyway J is stoked about spending the holidays together. He wants to get a Christmas tree, hang lights and other pretty baubles on it and put presents under the tree. And I think he has Christmas dinner on his mind. The whole nine yards.

-- Not happening.

Problem is, we share our rented flat and it's tiny. We don't have a place for the tree, nor an oven where I can heat up store-bought cook a turkey or fowl of any kind for a traditional Christmas dinner that J probably has in mind. Hell, I'm not even sure what I can bring to the table, in every sense of the word.

-- May not be possible either.

Aside from these thorny problems, I can't wait to spend Christmas with J. It is going to be fab. I know it.

Friday, November 07, 2008

I have a lot of hate for my managers.

I am ankle deep in work.

Yes, ankle deep isn't all that scary. Heck, it is the right amount of to work to keep 1 occupied, busy enough yet not overwhelmed. You don't look like you're NOT working, but you aren't slogging your sanity away either. But this is just a phase because peak period is actually in December.

Plus I've returned to what's being known as "office re-organization". And I'm deeply unhappy.

A couple of teams have merged, staff has been moved around and responsibilities have changed. At least on the organizational chart the managers have in their cubicles. How will the merger unfold or how productive it is, is another matter only time will reveal.

But as far as I'm concerned, I'm effin pissed off.

A "cooperation" team has been merged into my team. The team leader of "cooperation" team is now my assistant team leader. But she's not assistant team leader of the entire team, only that of 3 projects. And with my luck, 1 of the project happens to be mine.

From now onwards, I have to report to her and my responsibilities have expanded to cover all 3 projects, i.e. all her shite.

-- yeah, all the projects in the yellow box are belong to me.

You know what, f8ck that!

I feel insulted. Not only have I been passed over for a promotion, this feels like a demotion. I would have been happier if everything I was the acting head for my project. I manage the service, and not only am I the administrator for it, I am also the stand-in application vendor. How shall I explain this?

  1. I use the system. When there's an issue, I escalate it to the administrator of the system. And that administrator happens to be me.
  2. When the administrator determines the issue to be a product problem, it is escalated to the product vendor.
  3. And since the agency did not purchase support for the product because they are too cheapskate to do so, I have to troubleshoot someone else's crap. And that makes me the product developer/engineer.

Super f8cking hell.

I report to my Cylon team leader after the merger last year. And now, I have another woman to report to. The WOMAN shall henceforth be known as Teletubby. Not because she's rolly polly but because she speaks in a pseudo kiddy voice that irritates me to no end.

Why is someone who has no knowledge of the projects given the position of the assistant team leader? Is it because she's lunch buddy with the managers? Or that they need somewhere to place her because she used to be a team leader and they can't actually demote her? What the f8ck is going on???

I hate being overlooked twice in a row. I hate being stepped over again and again. I hate my workplace. I hate my managers.

I have a lot of hate in me now.

Back from Hanoi.

I'm back from Hanoi and back at work.

I'm going through my Hanoi pictures and they should be done soon-ish. I have over 300+ shots to sieve through, most of the duplicates because when something interesting came up, J and I took photos on our cameras. Plus I take pictures of the same thing a couple of times to get just 1 good one because my effin camera doesn't come with anti-shake. $(#Q^$

Note to everyone out there: Get a camera with anti-shake, and tells you how much juice you have left in the camera. There's no point in getting a 8 megapixel camera that's crappy. And don't underestimate how lacking some brand name cameras can be. *cough*Canon*cough*

We're going to do wedding stuff later so wish us all the luck!

Friday, October 31, 2008

Hi from Hanoi.

I'm in Hanoi all cooped up in my room typing my 900th post. It has been raining without stop since last night and I'm not kidding. The streets are slippery and muddy. My shoes are caked in mud and we have ordered almost all the items in the room service menu.

Oh, I have a motherfrigging cold since last night and I don't have pills. Amd ot's raining too heavily for me to navigate Old Quarter's alleys to find some sort of Red Cross signs, universal symbol for pharmacies. Woe is me!!!

Just wanna say hi from Hanoi.

From J and I.

p.s. J doesn't know I'm writing. Every room comes with free broadband ready computers. Rocks!

Thursday, October 23, 2008

The "I'm still alive" post.

I know I'm really crappy at this consistent writing and posting business. J is here so my days are pretty busy.

Going to work, meeting for lunch dates, wondering what's for dinner and making/buying dinner. Oh and putting together some Ikea furniture. And I haven't even started on the 'idyllic stroll' through luscious landscapes like the malls nearby.

Yeah we're doing very homely stuff at the minute and I'm not sure if anyone wants to read about it. Barfalicious.

Anyhoo I'll try to update. Even if it's pictures of things I want very badly. Like shoes. F*cking temptations I tell ya.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

All my savings are belong to bills.

In my applaudable yet somewhat misguided attempt to save money, I ended up blowing about $1000 on clothes last 2 months.

Actually make that $1000++++++. 

Needless to say, Operation Scrooge has gone horribly pear-shaped.

-- Tiny Tim won in the end.

I bought affordable clothes, most of which were under $90. It is really not a big deal if I just buy 1 a month. The thing is, I bought more than 1.

I reasoned that it's better to spend $90 on clothes than on a good meal. I can wear the pretty dress more than once and it will last me for at least a few years. I feel better about myself, definitely more confident, I stand up straight and the world is a brighter place full of babies' laughter and unicorns.

[Plus, I rocked the hairband look a la Blair Waldorf for 2 weeks. Until the stupid hairband gave me a headache.]

-- Blair is my heroine.

$90 on 1 meal on the other hand gives you 60 minutes of gastronomic nirvana but you poop it out within 24 hours or less. Honestly not the best way to blow $90.

[This is the first time I have typed the word "pooped" as a verb in my post and it's making me all kinds of uncomfortable putting it into words. Ugh.]

I thought it was one of those "you spend money now, but you'll save a lot in the long run" kinda thing. Plus now that the economy is in the crapper, buying more affordable things makes sense, right?

Plus a Burberry-ish coat complete with gold shiny buttons is a classic purchase. It is timeless. So it's absolutely worth it and doesn't count.

Just like the black DVF-ish wrapdress that fits me to a T.

Even brand name dresses don't fit as well.

-- I still *heart* you DVF! Even though I'd unintentionally flash half my boobs to the world in your USD$320 dress.

It's either too long or the neckline looks all wrong. So it is absolutely worth it, and doesn't count as frivolous spending either. 

But I am missing the point entirely. What the f*ck am I doing, spending all that money on cheaply manufactured pieces of polyester/cotton sewn together?! The world is on the brink of collapsing, wedding bells are ringing in 2009 and I have my first home to think about.

I guess this post is just a reminder of my folly. Life cannot suck anymore than this.

Wait, actually it can. I'm going on a vacation to Hanoi with J. Uh-oh.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

When art thou returning to telly, Scrubs Season 8?

I'm a super big Scrubs fan. And I don't mean I'm fat nor do I like Scrubs in large size. I love Scrubs.


I love Cox and I don't mean it like Elliot "I hate Cox" chatroom but opposite (1:08min into it).

And then which show had this?

Awesomer! Can't wait for Season 8 to be back!

Bride Wars for ideas.

I'm looking forward to this.

Bride Wars. Maybe I can get ideas for my own. Wedding, not war.

Cat fights!

Saturday, October 11, 2008

10 Things Men Don't Know About Women - Part 6.

  1. We really appreciate your input when we’re planning for a vacation/ wedding/ first home purchase/ gift for your grandma. Really. We're not Bridezilla nor controlling trolls who don't value your constructive opinion. It is YOUR vacation/ wedding/ first home purchase/ gift for your grandma too, right? So please tear yourself away from the PS3 and contribute. It's a huge sacrifice, we know. 

  2. Despite our strong, independent strictly-business front, we are at a loss when you get down on 1 knee for THE ALL IMPORTANT QUESTION.

  3. Even men swoon when they hear about you getting down on 1 knee for THE ALL IMPORTANT QUESTION.

  4. It is very sweet of you to announce to the sales assistant/ cashier/ Starbucks barista that your fiancee is the boss around here. Even though we both know that's not true.

  5. We know the economy is bad. So when you said we should get a PS3 so we would stay in and play games to save money, we went along with it. Just do the same for us when we rationalise new shoes/clothes that are considerably CHEAPER compared to our past purchases.

  6. We love small gestures of PDA. Holding hands, little pecks and hugs just mean you love us enough to do them in public. 'Full on making out' category of PDA? Let's not, shall we?

  7. We don't like tattoos. It's, for a lack of a better word, stupid and likely to be a drunken mistake. Now it looks ok but we're not optimistic when you age and skin sags.

  8. We don't like piercings. Are you mad at the world? Or does that tongue piercing mean you are enthusiastic about something? We don't get it. It's, for a lack of a better word, stupid and likely to be a drunken mistake.

  9. It's ok if you are friends with your ex on Facebook.

  10. It's not ok if she keeps leaving messages on your Wall, poking you or tagging you as 'the love of her life' or 'the one who got away' on your photos. I We kill for things like this.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Purple Marc Jacobs dress - lovesit.

A little late but I loved the Marc by Marc Jacobs Purple dress.

To my shriekish girlie delight, I found the dress on the island! And that delight gave way to utter horror when I looked like a walking tent.

Despite the cool striking colors (purple!) I looked overwhelmed. A good thing too, since the world economy is tumbling like a house of cards and I should really save towards my wedding and first home. Damn it.

-- Omg omg it says Marc by Marc Jacobs on the plaid pattern!!

Le sigh.

So I went ahead and bought shoes in the same color scheme for just $9.90. Bargain hunting rocks!

The dress is available at Net-A-Porter for $469 for all you MJ fans. Viva la Marc Jacobs!

Marc Jacobs script plaid dress - Net-A-Porter

Much love for Carla Bruni-Sarkozy.

I have much love for Carla Bruni-Sarkozy!

Aside from her beauty, she has character and a personality.

Why can't other First Ladies be as interesting as Carla? First Ladies are prim and proper, chair of numerous charities and very often, the women behind their successful husbands as the very expense of their identities. (Except Cherie Blair and maybe Hillary Clinton.)

The silent women in the shadow of their husbands who have put aside aspirations and the life they once had because their husbands became head of states.

Along came Carla Bruni. It's refreshing to see one who really doesn't care what everyone else thinks of her personal life, releases an album and met the Queen.

I wonder how long it will take for First Ladies to claim their lives back, sing or continue to practise law/ medicine/ teach in schools/ continue their jobs.

Until then, much love for Carla!

Non-wallflower Cherie Blair - Wikipedia entry
"outspoken, retreated and later rose out of the ashes as Presidential Canditate" Hillary Clinton - Wikipedia entry

{What other people thought on the issue}
Carla Bruni VS The American First Lady - Article
Sex Doesn't Always Sell - Newsweek article
First Diva - Slate article

Thursday, October 09, 2008

Wednesday, October 08, 2008

An escape to Hanoi - In the making.

Despite work being a magnificent b*tch that feeds on my vital (<-- LOL!) life energies, I have no choice but to keep plodding on because it pays the bills. Cest la vie.

But sometimes, it all comes to a head and you just go "that's it. I'm done." Monday was one of those days.

Call it red tape or security policy, my job requires me to verify all kinds of approval and authorization before I proceed. This is after all a government agency and we are accountable for every single thing. I am accountable for every little friggin' thing. I chose not to bend the rules for Indian B*tch because funds were involved. Funds being taxpayers' money.

-- Is that a gift?

She basically emailed my clients and bosses about how 'inefficient' I am, stating in the email she had reminded me time after time to proceed without approval. Of course my spineless management chose not to defend me because "the customer, no matter how unreasonable, is always right."

After being backstabbed by Indian Bitch first thing on Monday morning, I have given up on work and hell bound on taking a week off from work to go on vacation.

I want to go to Hanoi, Vietnam.

I plan to live like a friggin queen.

-- Sofitel Metropole, you shall be my humble home.

Sip alcoholic drinks in the afternoon by the pool.

-- Hello Mojitos!

Enjoy the sights of Ha Long Bay on a junk boat.

Move to another kick ass hotel just because I can.

-- Intercontinental Hanoi Westlake. Looks absolutely fab!

All I need now is a Visa card, electronic leave application, and J's passport to get him a tourist visa.

Let's see if I can make it Hanoi October 2008!

TripAdvisor - always reliable
Sofitel Metropole Hanoi - Official website
Intercontinental Hanoi Westlake - Official website
Ha Long Bay - Wikipedia entry

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