In my anticipation of the weekend, I had forgotten to post. It was not until I was just packing up 2 minutes ago to leave the office that Nik reminded me. Oops Am definitely going to be staying home tonight because I need to get up reeeeallly early tomorrow morning. Most of you will be headed up to Genting for Salem Revelation 2004, so make me jealous and tell me all about it when I get back. I already feel like I’ve been to that event from working on Salem Recharge, so I guess I won’t be missing much..

I hope the weather holds up and I will get to put my new bikinis to use. Hee.

Jetting outta here!

I have decided to list some stuff on eBay. Will be clearing out my closet again this weekend and listing more stuff, but they will be mainly designer gear and vintage finds. My goth D&G dress circa 1997 will have to go. I’m toying with the idea of selling my Gucci heels, the one with a heart on one ankle.

Am a little upset losing two different bids for a MAC Rock It black eyeliner, it’s very limited and I lurrrrve it.

Not much work today since the magazine closed, but am anticipating a landslide next week when I come back from the East coast. Yes, some sun tanning and snorkelling is in order.

Bursting into the office at 8:30 in the morning only to find that the office doors are still not open and your colleagues are all waiting outside really puts a dampener on your initial enthusiasm. And when you finally get in only to find that the internet is down and you have nothing to do, well, that’s just frustrating. And all this before coffee, too.

Now it’s 10:13 and I’m downloading images from my camera to amuse myself. I only have 3 new pictures from Saturday night. Jules invited us to join them for live jazz and wine at Alexis. It was a nice, mellow night which ended with a takeaway slice of Tiramisu. The weekend ended with pizzas and beer on Sunday night while watching F1 at Jules’. I’m also downloading images from Nik’s camera, which turn out to be way more interesting. He took some pictures of our new pets, Bibi and Baba.

Baba and Bibi. They were so pretty that it took us forever to pick just one from the 30 or so fighting fishes on sale at the markets. We ended up with two, eventually. Just so they don’t get bored to death. Baba is a very pretty steel blue fish with black dots.. you can’t really tell from the picture but he’s gorgeous.

Bibi is a glutton, just like me. He’d rather eat than fight, much to the frustration of Baba.

OK, now I’m officially bored.

Photoshop, Photoshop, Quark, Acrobat, Quark, Acrobat, print, edit, proof, wait.

Send/Recieve mail, unexpected error.

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Troubleshoot?

Hell, it’s 4:30 now.

I have predictably copped out of a trip to the party zoo, and a colleague’s birthday (which I didn’t mention before because I only found out after the last post), pleading guilty of general fatigue and lack of all-round party mood. Don’t mind if I don’t.

Nik has unpredictably managed to drag his ass off his couch, trading precious sleep time for loud music (which he doesn’t like), pleading guilty of needing to ’show-face’ and wish our colleague a Happy Birthday. Don’t mind if I do.

I think I’m only slightly miffed because I can’t get my sorry ass off my couch and have to miss DJ Whoo-Kid on the decks and someone who doesn’t even like his music manages to get his ass off his couch and turn up all decked.

Oh, the irony.

In lieu of reading yet another draggy, predictable contemporary, I’ve decided to kill boredom by emptying the contents of the blackhole that is my handbag because it is desperately in need of a clean out. In it, I find:

An unopened pack of Wrigley’s Extra
MAC Lip Conditioner
A spare (but empty) phone battery pack
Clean & Clear Oil Control Film, also unopened
An empty, mini MAC plastic container
A long-acting inhaler
MAC Studio Fix, NC30
MAC Tinted Lip Conditioner, Petting Pink
4 assorted lighters
A Canon SD-10 digicam
Receipt for dad’s shirts
Bottle of vitamin E hand lotion
Visine eyedrops
A blue permanent marker
Green Room Festival media pass
Receipt for Kenny Rogers Roasters
4 receipts for Starbucks (morning staple)
A sanitary pad
Taxi 3 (Luc Besson) Bootleg DVD (!!!)
SGD $18.00
AUD $0.20 (Hmm..)
RM $96.47
Ghetto Heaven Flyer (pfft!)
A black, plastic heart-shaped bangle
Passion frequency card
Starbucks loyalty card
Beerenberg Strawberry Jam, 14g
2 sets of keys
A red hair shark
MPH Quill magazine
A midnight blue mini Maglite
My cardholder
My wallet
A pack of Marlboro Lights
Office security tag..
and an ATM card that doesn’t belong to me!
(And people wonder why it takes me forever to find anything in there.)

The Maybank ATM card belongs to a woman who was using the ATM in front of me when I was queuing up to take our some money after work. When she left, I was still fumbling around my bag looking for my card. When I looked up at the screen, it said:

“Would you like to make another transaction? Yes/No.”

It didn’t register for a second. I turned around, a little confused, but she already disappeared into the crowd. I hit yes, balance inquiry, and waited.

“Your account balance is RM 3280.00. Would you like to make a withdrawal? Yes/No.”

Holy shit! 3 grand?! Gasp, don’t mind if I do…!

Of course I didn’t. I wistfully hit Cancel and sighed as I saw the limited edition pair of Manolo Blahniks I was bidding on ebay on fade away…

After I finished emptying my own bank account (sigh), I turned around and told Nik about it. We tried to look for her, but she didn’t come back and I had no idea what she looked like except that she was indian, had curly hair and a black top on. We decided I should return the card to the bank in the morning.

Man, that could’ve been a new pair of Manolos! But, cheesy as it sounds, the ‘Do unto others as you would have them do unto you’ line always pops into my head on cue and autopilots my conscience. I do suppose good karma would be more gainful in the long run than a pair of shoes.. haha.

I’m going to spend the rest of my night in bed. Good night!

In anticipation of the weekend, I ‘accidently on purpose’ agreed to go out partying tonight. Might regret it when I wake up tomorrow late for work with my mascara on my cheeks and my lipstick on my own collar, but hey

Waitaminute, I don’t actually wear lipsticks, so thats OK then!

I spilt some water on my laptop this morning.. everything seems okay so far but I’m really paranoid. Argh!!

Pictures from the weekend @ Heineken Green Room Festival and the press preview. It rocked!

Faze Action’s lead singer

Groovejam’s Bassist

Event MC, Asha Gill

Mainstage at the festival grounds

Groovejam performing.. woo hoo!

The first moment I clapped eyes on him, I was in love. Hook-line-sinker love. He was utterly handsome, of the jaw-dropping variety (major stud) and appeared to be single (but you never know). His strides were confident. I was immediately distracted by his legs. They were so powerful. I don’t think I’ve ever used that adjective to describe legs before. His thighs were just amazing. Like I said, I was in love.

I really wouldn’t use the word lust in this context, however tempted you might be to correct me.

I spent the next few minutes just watching him move, somewhat hypnotised by his rhythm and grace. He mesmerised me. I was just thinking of what it would be like to ride him when he suddenly stopped. And turned. And appeared to be turning towards where I was sitting by the bench. My heart did a stop-turn, too. God, he was a gorgeous creature, quite unlike anything I’ve seen before except in the movies.

His eyes met mine for a second and I knew I had to touch him.

He came right up to me, so I stood and stared at him. His eyes were dark brown and warm.

“Hello, gorgeous.”

I stretched my hand out and wished I had an apple to offer him. I kissed him instead.

My Bluefly.com Affiliate application has been rejected. Haha

Speaking of Bluefly, I was surfing the site yesterday and came across this shoe brand:

There’s a shoe chain with the same name in Malaysia and they have the same logo as well. I’m thinking that it’s a blatant fake, because the ones here are about the same price range as Vincci shoes. Can someone clue me in on this?

And speaking of shoes, my Nine West platforms broke yesterday just as I was leaving the office. I had to walk barefoot to the mall and get it fixed, but unfortunately the cobbler informed me that it will take awhile for the glue to dry (or something) and suggested I come back for it tomorrow.

I bought another pair of shoes. Argh.

She should be frantically packing and getting ready to leave for the airport as I type this. I wish time didn’t pass so fast, but like all good things it is always never enough. Now I have December to look forward to!