Brains !!!

It seems that escapism is a favourite holiday destination these days. In fact, a large proportion of all humans on earth tend to visit this destination every other week or so, some returning and some not, drawn to the powerful force of relief. I mean there must be a thousand and one offers on their menu.

I am bemused daily by these people in my life as they continually allow themselves to sink deeper and deeper into their disillusions. Take for example, A who thinks she is very smart. Honestly, I didnt think fixing up a computer by yourself equates to being 'very smart' and neither do i think that asking questions at the most inappropriate moments constitutes as well.

I know this is one of the highlights that Escapism offers and this is the one that baffles me the most. (They provide a series of courses that will slow the sinking speed til you get too accustomed to it and eventually of course, you will choose to remain)Not only do these people remain, their confidence actually multiplies exponentially til they have a perpetual reflective wall around their beings.

My rationale for this is simple, you only see what you want to see, you only hear what you want to hear. Fair enough. Escapism works sometimes as it might provide you with the much needed boost to get through the day.

I can only implore for them to use their brains a little bit? Like just an extra 10%?

Facing A everyday is such a pain although i have no idea how long she has been immersing herself in Escapism culture but it is evident that she enjoys it. Being tactless is one of her famous traits, other than laziness and promoting thyself. It grates on everyone's nerves honestly but of course she still waltzes around oblivious.

"Cute eh? Thats my friend's pet... looks exactly like the one i used to own."

She will always challenge facts without knowledge, questions without knowing why. Ironically, the most genuine smile you will ever get is the time when she praises herself for having brains. *faints*

To repeat what others have said, requires education, to challenge it, requires brains. - Mary Pettibone Poole

I Miss Melbourne

So it has been 1 and a half yrs now since i boarded the plane in tears bidding Melb gdbye.

When are we gg back Daph?!?!?

                 Jingle Bells....

This one year gushed by like a passing torrential shower u would find in the Asian regions. I cant believe i am a yr older and i have like more and more work piling up on my desk everyday... n u think being in the media is glamourous? Wait til u get dark eye circles and wrinkly skin, that would instantly cancel out the word glamour in ANY context. Even an YSL Rive Gauche gown would not instill the glam factor.

You should see my complexion now, i dun think i have seen myself look half this bad... attending all the countless media functions and putting up with my part deranged family, n having a 24hr job, i practically have to find time to even breathe. All i need is more time..

Its 2 days, 2 days to Xmas and guess what? I havent even bought a single Xmas gift. Al, thanks for the wonderful video clip in which u mentioned me.. :) i m honoured really... I miss u so much n i wish i could be there for u too...

My heart is heavy with trepidition tho bcoz i dunno wats gonna happen in the near future really. Although i find myself caught up in the festive cheers, my head fails to fully register the galaNess.

I have officially not slept for more than 4 hrs per day. Lets hope things change before i get a heart failure or a ruptured lung... either way i wouldnt survive, u  have to understand, late nites = more ciggies = darker lungs.

Well, Merry Xmas to myself and to u guys out there... i cant believe almost everyone is back fr Melb, feels right once again.. :)

So after extensive research n gazillions of reports, beer has offically been made a "no no" in the "What u shouldnt Touch" sector of every weight lost program or diet. And to my dismay....I think i finally acquired the taste of beer. It took me like about 6 years but i finally did it. It should be a joyful matter really, but the thought of a beer belly aint that exciting.

EEEWWW... try imagining trying on bottoms with a huge lump of flab sticking out, those that fit u on the waist would prob be loose on the hips .. Den look at yr sideview in the mirror and see bulge ard yr middle   THAt will be really an SOS call. Girls are forever such fussypots abt finding the correct cut to enhance their assets n to simultneously minimise their flaws? We are on the constant prowl for the perfect bottom that will end all our miseries so we can continue pigging out on Bacis and not mentally count calories. Besides splurging on some designer brands , mind u only SOME, finding the puuurrrfffeeccttt pair of pants is the closest to nirvana u can prob attain in yr humanitarian form.

Fun doesnt quite appropriately describe my weekend. I dun think i have laffed that much in ages, imagine full of  sarcastic remarks glaced with affection hurled at each other and filled with the creamy goodness of wit and laughter. Whoever said laughter was the best medicine on earth is a genius really coz its absolutely true.

Well.. there were some nightmarish moments like the imagination of ermm XXX in a Gstring but...  the irk was still bearable unnless u have a vivid imagination... *rolls eyes*   So.. u pple out there who understand this joke, dun imagine toooo much alrite its jus unglamourous personified and Magnified like about 2 times more than the norm? :P

                  All Dressed up with Nowhere to go?

Finally, i got an opportunity to wear the flesh baring, skimpy, elegant n classy top i bought last year. Sounds like an oxymoron, sounds ironic? Well, it does happen at times... I dunno how i ever let Daph of all people talk me into buying it, u see i nev really agreed with her taste, neither does she to mine. With exceptions to the universal oohing n ahhing at the classic brands like Gucci, we are poles apart in the fashion dept. She loves anything with animal print, leopard, zebra.... i love plain stuff, she loves the bling blings, i love the understated glam... see it now?

Anyway, sorry to deviate but yeah, i only got to wear it once at the Comm Ball last year. Truthfully, i thot it seemed a lil too skimpy to be worn here given the conservativeness... it seemed like a norm back in Melb... but thankfully, it wasnt so in reality...

The bombshell landed on me the day before the IAS ball n i was like... I have Absolutely Nothing to wear!!! Thanks to a colleague who managed to drag me off work to watch Bridget Jones for free... i grudgingly left my office only to realise that the tix was already taken! Nat n I decided to do some last mon shopping , hoping to find some devastatingly gorgeous outfit. We should have not expected the impossible, its Singapore Hello! The theme as suggested by some frump in the management was black.. with some indian looking shawl thing we had to drape. It was jus WRONG. Totally WrONG. Well, we found some pretty decent dresses, but guess wat? They were jus not in black!

Everyone was plotting and scheming to leave the shawl out of the outfit, of course! Why would anyone want to end up on the worst dressed list even if they werent on the best??? The ball was as usual boring... well, the tension was unbelievable when we failed to win most of the awards we entered. U could almost feel the heat waves transmitted from our MD's gradually darkening face and we all fell into a collective hush until we won the 2 biggest awards of the night. It was jus all fun from then on.

The after party was just an absolute riot, we never got to see everyone that drunk . What do u expect? Free booze all night long, all tabs charged to the company... well our MD who won Advertising Guru of the Year was soo happy he gave us half day the next, n for being Media Agency of the Year 2004 we got an extra day of leave.. smashing! We are crossing our fingers.. Japan here we come for our com trip next yr!!!

Anyhow, we had a ball of a time, of course trudging into the office zombified the next day but it was all worth it. The only party pooper was jus the fact that i realised that i m really growing olddddd.....

I dunno who's grand idea it was to head to mambo at zouk when we were all comfortably perched at a corner in Velvet. I think it was my Director Arthur... gosh... all the kids at Mambo!!!! The realisation hit when this quite cute guy approached me n u know wat his opening line was? So where are u studying? HEy BOY, n no, i m flattered but i m not 21! Geezzz... this age thing is really getting into me... like Han will so aptly yet innocently muse in my face.. gosh i cant imagine wat its like to be 23?? Sighh... (That was one yr ago BTW)...

Den she will notice an eyebrow raised n quizzically stare at my face n try to understand why i have that look plastered on my face. 3 mins later... OOOHH i m so sorry jo.... oh u know u look young so i could nev relate u to being 23 ...  

Yes i m Old... uh huh... feeling it in my bones now really.... so its time to get married, have kids n start a family... sooo NOTT ... any takers anyway?