Am headed off for a weekend in the sun and surf. It isn’t the most timely of decisions to go to a beach with all the earthquakes happening but we’re headed to the east coast, so it will be relatively safe. The thought of chilling out in the shade with a good book and the sound of breaking waves makes me feel like leaving the office right now.

Happy April Fools’ day, y’all…

Just 15 minutes ago, a magnitude 8.2 quake close to the spot that caused 2004’s tsunami. Just in case you’re wondering why you felt that tremor. It’s just 330 miles from Kuala Lumpur. Oh God, not another one.

Saturday night, courtesy of Nik’s mom, we went to watch The Iron Mask at the Malaysian Philharmonic Orchestra. I’d been waiting a month for it, hoping to fit into a Size 4 BCBG silk confection for the occasion which otherwise, I’d have no reason to wear. I have to say I happily did. Much to my own surprise. But thank God that’s over and now I can breathe again.

The show was a little strange (to me) as it was a silent movie with a live score. Half the time I forgot that the music is all live. All quite convincing really. When they dim the lights you forget there is a band. I always wondered about the illusion. It was fun to experience it and I suspect, like bungee, it is highly unlikely that there will be a repeat performance.

It amused me to see women in semi casual (oh, with major VPL! the horror!) with men in lounge suits lingering amongst peacocked datins who drink coffee with their pinkies out during the intermission. And they wonder why they are stereotyped.

I wish the weekend was longer so I can catch up with my sanity.

Hitch is such a funny movie. Will Smith is gold. Please watch it. If only to die laughing at the irony of the ingenious pickup techniques he dishes out (albeit Hollywood style).

If there are any local graphic designers wanting to get some work published, I’m accepting design submissions for the ‘last look’ page in Juice. Feel free to email me for specifications. Everyone is welcome, but as we only publish one a month there is a selection process involved.

Peace and love.

Gosh, what a busy weekend. First, I went to the F1 Racing/SIC party on Friday night, then I went in to work on Saturday until 9pm (I usually work 5 day weeks). After work, it was a mad rush to dinner, then to KL Tower to catch Prodigy in the act. I got there just in time, however, to hear them say “Thank You” over the speakers. Argh.

But I did manage to catch their main man for a snap and a smack on the butt:

Of course, Sunday was raceday and was spent at the Sepang F1 track. It was so fun, where I was sitting I managed to see Kimi lose his tyre, and the Webber/Fisi crash close up! Took some action pictures but I haven’t had time to download them to see if they’re all right.

I am so pooped from my weekend that I practically crawled into work today.. insomnia at this hour really isn’t helping (argh!)…

This is probably one of the more interesting facets of my job where I actually leave my G5.. location shoots!

Behind the scenes.. this one’s for WL

Some of you may recognise her from her recent magazine covers and as the local Guess girl.. Amber is so easy to work with and really photogenic. I wish all models were like that!

My laptop AC adapter went bust last week, so left with nothing but 45 minutes of battery life I took a trip to the mall to get a replacement. Bombarded by geek terms, I settled for one that didn’t cost an arm and a leg and had a similar voltage output. Except, it wasn’t quite compatible. So on Monday I went to get a refund (I charged it to my credit card) and the dimwit told me that the credit card charges have gone through and that the only way he can refund my money was to write me a check. Apparently, I’m the only one in that shop that has ever heard of credit charge reversal.

I still don’t have an adapter after that fiasco because no one seems to stock my particular one. I went to HP and those assholes wanted to charge me $450 because I desperately need one, and even so there is a 4 week wait. As for my existing adapter, it is hanging by a thread (literally, because the dude told me a rat chewed through my cable and I managed to revive it temporarily by taping it together). So basically, I need to get one quick before I get electrocuted in the process.

Anyone knows where I can get one of these things without breaking the bank? I think I’ll go search Low Yat this weekend, if my current taped-up adapter can last that long.

Just for Potatoe - an old postbox from zaman dahulu taken in Kelantan last year with an ultra compact 4 MP digicam.

It irks me, sometimes, how much everyone depends on an internet connection. It irks me even more that I am one of those people. The internet went down at our offices last week and no one knew what to do. It would usually drive me up the wall, but I was lucky that I was really busy with offline production work so I wasn’t really affected.. except I couldn’t send and receive emails. Today the connection was wonky, and I resorted to playing Text Twist during my less busy moments. I was tempted to go search for a “How dependant are you?” quiz, but heck the line was down. I suck at Text Twist now. I didn’t use to.

I’m getting bored (we’re on a different subject already). Not a good sign.

You’re getting bored, also not a good sign. After 4 years I have lost some freedom of speech on this blog, and apart from work and work, there’s not much else going on in my life that I would want to comment on (except the occasional shoe splurge) and apart from work and work, there’s not much else going on in my life, period. And for a while back there when things got frustrating, me and two other bloggers started a blog where we would post anonymously.. it is infinitely fun, but I have just decided not to post there any more because I have been ignoring my own blog as a result.

I have thought about closing this site down many times. It’s getting pointless, but yet I know I will miss the times when I have insomnia and feel like typing away in the dark (like now). And when I’m travelling my friends would miss finding out exactly what I was up to. I can think of a million reasons why I want to shut it down, and a million reasons not. It’s been a love-hate thing for a year and it shows.

I don’t even think I can write any more. And when you can’t write, you read. I have been doing plenty. Some of the (fiction) highlights from the past two months:
Shoe Money by Maggie Alderson
Living with Crazy Buttocks by Kaz Cooke
Anthem by Ayn Rand
The Bride Stripped Bare by Anonymous

I especially liked the last one, which dripped of longing for something more and a hunger for the unexplored (and not entirely in the sexual sense, although sexual it is). It reflected one or two of my thoughts and theories about relationships and sex, which is not necessarily a good thing.. it just means someone else has thought of the same thing before and I’m not all that far removed from society.. ha. But writing it anonymously? Great call.

Much as I don’t want to bring it up yet again, I think being cheated on has changed me on a deeper level. One of my best buds has just diagnosed me as a relationship nomad. Nothing ever seems permanent or important enough any more. And I’m just sitting here and thinking, “Why is that bad?” while he virtually smacks his forehead. I do try, you know.

So where do we go from here? Back to the books?

I wish I was blonde (metaphorically, thank you), so instead I would spend my time worrying about how my nail polish has chipped under the severe stress of typing this.

I have just committed myself to a trip to Europe and Australia and possibly Taiwan. Much as I’d want to, New York is not in my books this year. I am simply not ready for the Big Apple just yet (sorry Pearly and Chris!) Also, my cousin in Australia just announced his wedding a week ago, and much as I’d love to trade Brisbane for New York I also can’t afford it.. yet. Australia at its cheapest will still set me back about 3 grand. I wish travelling didn’t cost so much (yet, ironically, the flight prices here are amongst the cheapest worldwide).

I need something to look forward to.

In the meantime, I am content scouring the internet for hotel deals in Europe for summer, particularly Amsterdam, and wondering if it really is as pretty as it looks.