Archive for August, 2005
Edit Name
Posted on August 15, 2005, by soph, under Married.
She scrolled down her phone book for the number so she could send her SMS. And realised upon seeing “Aunty Susan” that it was time to make some (more) changes.
She went to “Edit Name” and typed “Ma”.
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News Flash
Posted on August 15, 2005, by soph, under Married, Web Stuff.
Going to the press with our grievances is probably never a good idea. But then again, no one told me Yuchun was going to hit me while I slept.
My hubby is in the news.
Dave, you’re a genius.
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Friday.
Posted on August 12, 2005, by soph, under Uncategorized.
Nasi Lemak breakfast. Check.
Get some magazines for a colleague. Check.
Collect products from photographer. Check.
Submit column and advertorial. Check.
Eat a KFC large mashed potato all by myself. Check.
Read overseas magazines. Check.
Have long MSN chats with friends and sis. Check.
Ignore stinking-of-smoke air. Check.
Leave at 5.35pm. Check.
Watch Desperate Housewives all night. Check.
Eat Fredo Frogs while watching Desperate Housewives. Check.
It’s the weekend.
Check.
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If you could only see me now…
Posted on August 11, 2005, by soph, under Uncategorized.
typing away at my desk in a pale green surgical mask and white earphones. I’ve been told I look quite the surgeon.
So the haze is getting worse. Don’t just read my thoughts, check out this groovy ‘un. Now you too get your gripe. And while you’re at it, do click around. It’s got bytes and bytes of ultra-cool stuff. Especially now that we’re stuck indoors all the time.
For a while there, our office actually looked like a newsroom. People were calling up friends for updates, others were frantically surfing the net for information, it’s a wonder anyone gets any work done in this smog.
Wait, who said work was getting done.
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Of really really bad air.
Posted on August 10, 2005, by soph, under Uncategorized.
You know the haze is really bad when…
You come into work and the office looks - and smells - smoky.
Don’t ask me why there’s a haze inside the office, but my throat hurts, my nasal passageway feels clogged, my eyes are threatening to water and I smell like I’ve been smoking cigarettes of pollution.
My colleague looks like a surgeon with her face mask on and her hair up in a headscarf. Another is wearing her mask because she’s pregnant and no kid should have to smell this stuff before they’re born. Heck, no kid should have to smell this stuff fullstop.
I can’t believe they haven’t temporarily closed down the schools.
The news reports are conservative at best, downright lying at worst. There is no way the air pollution level now remains borderline unhealthy and dangerous. It’s full-blown hazardous, I swear. It wasn’t this bad in 1999 and the government was already telling everyone to wear masks. Maybe they’re trying to prevent people from panicking and cutting work to fly overseas for holidays. I’m no economist, but something tells me closing offices mightn’t be the brightest thing to do for all parties concerned.
Great, now I have a headache.
A circulated email put the API (Air Pollution Index) at 410 at the time of writing, 400 being hazardous. Others put it anywhere between 300-400 (and for some charts, 300 is already hazardous). Still others claim it’s approximately 180-280. Well, they better be talking about some smoke-forsaken corner of the Klang Valley cos as far as I can see, everywhere looks like 400 to me.
5.35pm. I’m going home.
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mini iPod-ing
Posted on August 10, 2005, by soph, under It's a Girl's Life.
Unlike New York - which had at least one iPod-bearing pedestrian every 10 metres, she hadn’t seen a single pair of the distinct white earpieces all morning. No matter, she was glad for the chance to be different. Carefully unwinding the earphones which were always getting tangled up in each other, she stuffed them into place, found a song she liked, and gazed coolly into the distance. She hoped she looked the very picture of young-hip-working-adult with her trendy flats and $19.90 Calvin Klein capris.
Okay, so maybe taking the Monorail from Tun Sambanthan to Bukit Bintang somehow just doesn’t cut it like taking the subway from Times Sq to SoHo does, but believe me, she’s doing the best she can.
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mid mid-20s
Posted on August 8, 2005, by soph, under It's a Girl's Life.
So I’ve finally turned 23. The threshold that divides you from the early-20s-ala-university-student and mid-20s-ala-young-working-woman. No more telling people I’m technically 22 and married so I can see their eyes go wide and their mouths dropping open to form one syllable: why?
After the 6 month hype of preparations and the finale of a wedding, a birthday truly pales in comparison. Never mind that it’s already been more than a month, I might as well still be on my honeymoon. We’ve just finished opening our wedding pressies, counted our ang pows, and almost gotten over New York and Bahamas. We still haven’t sorted out our wedding pictures and haven’t so much as caught a glimpse of the video - I don’t even know if we’re getting one. So don’t mind me if I almost forgot my own birthday, I’m still feeling very much like my sashay down the aisle was just last week.
It’s a good thing lots of people remembered on my behalf this year. Thanks y’all.
I didn’t have a bash, just dinner with family and a cake and song they insisted upon. Had lunch with my siblings and mum the day before that, and no, my husband did not get me anything (he needed reminding himself).
But if you’re shaking your head at the injustice of it all (not getting anything for his wife’s birthday?!), fear not for I am in my own very good hands. It’s the sale season and I intend to make my rounds very, very soon. In fact, I have a list of shops in my head, currently at four and counting. Make that five.
I did just turn 23 after all.
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Happenings This Week.
Posted on August 5, 2005, by soph, under It's a Girl's Life.
I…
fell sick. Don’t ask me how. I began a headache Wednesday lunch time which lasted till that night and through the movie The Island - too many things blowing up for my liking, probably contributed to said headache. By Thursday morning I was contemplating sick leave which I can’t get unless I see a doctor but who on earth is going to see a doctor for everything-ache and a barely there fever? So I turned to Panadol. By nightfall I was in bed by 8.15pm where I swallowed another 2 Panadol and proceeded to sweat my fever out. (My grandma taught me that one. Works everytime.) By 11pm I was fine.
spent the whole day sweating (perspiring, for the politically correct) in the office. Mind you, this was not part of Operation Sweat It All Out. The electrics in the building went a little batty and we were left with no phone lines, no air conditioning, no Internet or computer network, and only half our lights and computers. I took a 3 hour lunch and spent 2 hours fanning myself with a Watch Booklet before the Manager finally called it a day at 5pm - after 7 increasingly warm hours.
have decided that despite his ups (Moulin Rouge) and downs (Star Wars all of them), Ewan MacGregor is pretty good eye candy. Top of the list is still Johnny Depp, and I am developing a growing taste for Ashton Kutcher, despite his old-enough-to-be-his-mother-but-who-am-i-to-judge girlfriend. Jude Law has been unceremoniously dumped from my favourites, not least because of his little romp with nanny who decided to go public with her knowledge of Mr Law’s sexual expertise. And just so no one accuses me of a post-”I do” roving eye, Jennifer Aniston remains Yuchun’s absolute favourite with Kirsten Dunst coming second (because of her smile, he says). Scarlett Johanson and Angelina Jolie are currently out of favour with the hubby, making him the only man in the whole world who is not worshipping the ground Ms Jolie treads.
was asked to do a photoshoot yesterday on 10 minutes notice because (get this!) the model they hired walked out halfway through the shoot because she was tired. Okay, so maybe the impossible had occured and she was really going to drop dead if she had to take another photograph, but excuse me, isn’t that what she’s paid to do? Talk about unprofessionalism. I for one, am totally appalled. Especially since she was getting paid for her unfinished shoot and I wasn’t for picking up her pieces. I don’t know that I want to see the feature. Thanks to above-mentioned headache, I don’t think it’s going to turn out very well at all.
am toying with the idea of writing a book, thanks to Yuchun. That, I assure you, is a first. I never thought I had the patience, or material, to last a book but recently, I’ve been playing “What If”. Like, “What If I Can Write a Book?” Though frankly, this country is the last place to be publishing one. No one would buy it, simply because no one reads. Apparently the UK is a pretty good place to seek publishing opportunities but then again, if everyone thinks that, you’re probably looking at competing against another 30,498 hopefuls. I think I’ll go back to toying with the idea for now.
am utterly and thoroughly thrilled that it’s the weekend. Again.
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Of getting lost and pretty things.
Posted on August 3, 2005, by soph, under Career, It's a Girl's Life.
I should not be allowed to drive. Seriously. I’m a threat to my own sanity. Yesterday I had to go KL city centre for an event and I got so lost I arrived almost half an hour late. Okay, so that one’s not entirely my fault because my colleague gave me the wrong directions (somehow the name registered as a different restaurant when I asked her; and there I was so happy that I’d been successfully following her instructions to a big, fat T).
But today was another matter. I had to go down to KL city centre again, and I was so intently following the road signs that I followed the wrong one! I took a wrong turn down a road I must have traveled half a dozen times at least, all because I misread the signs and went against my better instincts. Again, I should not be allowed to drive. I’m probably contributing to the rising petrol prices because my obsessive consumption of fuel is causing decreased supplies. At least today I wasn’t the only one late for the event.
Anyway, I’ve been getting so many freebies these two days I’m actually thinking I should start using makeup. Just a lil’ bit here and there. Some of the things I’ve received were so pretty I just had to keep them. And horror of horrors, I had to do full makeup today at the makeup workshop. For the uninitiated, it was my first ever attempt to do the full works - eyebrows, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, cheeks and lips. Everything was fine - thank God I did all those shoots - except the eyeliner. It took me near forever to get it done. And I had to do it in public, in front of my fellow beauty experts and the clients. It was like, the ultimate test of a beauty assistant. I wonder how bleeding obvious it was that yours truly had never actually done all these before.
But now that I’ve pulled off my maiden attempt - and done so pretty convincingly (they probably thought I’m just inexperienced as opposed to entirely new-to-it-all), I should probably start using the pretty things in the box on my dresser.
My mum and sis will be so proud of me.
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Battles after dusk
Posted on August 2, 2005, by soph, under Married.
The scene was one of chaos. Casualties lay strewn all over the ground, but they fought on bravely. Arms swinging blindly, kicks flying, the battle raged on. Until he swung his arm one last time and threw the punch that would end it all.
And I woke up.
I can’t believe Yuchun hit me in his sleep.
