Friday, June 04, 2010

And you ask me why my face breaks out like mad


Jumaat.

Hari suka-suka nak pakai apa pegi keja. Half the time I wish casual Friday was never implemented because I am no longer able to suss out what's decent enough to wear from my two extremely crowded wardrobes. Takde effort betul sejak tua gayut ni.

Hari masa rehat yang lama. Mau makan sedap boleh, mau makan sambil bergosip lama-lama boleh, mau (window) soping boleh, mau tidor lepas makan nasik bungkus boleh. Yet these days my 2 hours always seem to be passing by just.like.that.

Hari boleh rasa kureng stress sebab esok dah weekend tak perlu keja. Tapi dalam kepala selalu risau janganla aku kena datang opis esok sampai tengah malam. I hate it when I put in the hours but *bleep* <<< sudah diconfess kepada Nize tak boleh kasi public sensitip isu.

Hari yang kalau time dulu-dulu I suka nak sampai awal sket makan nasik lemak nanti bleh bakar balik kat gym malam karang. Gym? 3 minggu setengah sudah tak jenguk lepas call Encik Trainer dengan menangis sebab kena kensel training keja punya pasal, sampai dia pun terkedu kenapa la client aku ni. (Menangis sebab tak bleh workout. How Jillian Michaels can I be? Bahahahahaaaaa....!)

Hari yang up until a month ago was considered as mengujakan sebab dia cuti ini hari. Bangun tido mesti dia call, malam sesi bergayut free guna teknologi yang asek2 putus connection sebab negeri arab tu memang tak boleh harap punya bandwidth, call call sms sms senang hati.

I wonder if my phone will even ring today save for work-related calls. 5 bloody months change the dynamics of everything.

Eza Rena Ibrahim says:
stress itu tidak bagus..saya pernah mengalaminya..ketika berjauhan drpd suami selama 1 tahun 4 bulan dan mendapati diri ditipu oleh majikan..memang bangsat akan tetapi saya bersyukur saya dapat melalui semua itu dengan ketabahan dan kesabaran..sabar is the key to one's sanity..sabarlah wahai sahabat..ada hikmah disebalik semua yg berlaku :)

Baik, bersabar. Saya mau pelukan kawan-kawan sekarang *sob*. Kalau dia peluk juga lebih baik tapi sila jangan berangan kelak hati sendiri yang kecewa.

Okay please go to sleep because this is exhaustion talking not you.




Tolong dengar lagu ini. Tolonglah.

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

RM35 siap pasang

Cermin ni kalau kena rembat lagi hari ni aku sumpah nak bakar Mid Valley.

Excuse me for my language rempitness today.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

The non-frequent flyer

Setiap kali saya naik tren ERL ini saya terasa seperti berada di Eropah. Aaaah....sekarang membayangkan sebenarnya sedang mengalami percutian musim panas.

Tapi sebenarnya baru pulang dari Kota Bharu saja. Mungkin boleh terus kekal bersama angan-angan. Sama juga panas Kota Bharu dan panas negara Eropah di musim panas.

'(=_=)

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Go away I don't want you anymore

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. So may I call a dream 'nightmare' because the content is just as sad and frightening?

You think you have healed but in fact you haven't.

You think you have moved on but in reality you have dragged your sorry ass only one inch.

Your mind doesn't wanna remember but the thing is, your heart never forgets.

You think you're really strong. You're just living in great denial.

This hurts.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Kuat hati, lebih kuat berlari. Kuat berlari, hati jadi semakin kuat.

Results are out.
No. 262 out of 296 non-veteran women runners. No. 385 out of 425 women runners.
Obviously the makciks are better than moi. Dang.
Need to buck up on training.



Both knees need good rest now. After two weeks I MUST work hard on strength training. Never in the world would I imagine that I'll get ligament injuries. The jab has worked wonders, so do the ubat-ubat terkawal from the doc. Cheh, macam pro athlete la konon cedera bersukan teheheheeee ;P

You believe in me like no one else does

Aaahhh.....somehow I knew that if could do 15k, I'll definitely be able to do the 21.1k next month. Thank you Ki-Moira for, again, making me commit to another (distance) milestone that I never thought is achievable. Ingat tak I wanted only reg for 5k fun run in SCKLM last year but you made me reg for 10k and I did it within the cut off time? *terharu*

So here's to my BFF who share with me the same injury, blister spots and other pains only both of us know and understand:

YOU HAVE WON YOURSELF A NEW PAIR OF 'NIKE ELITE RUNNING LIGHTWEIGHT SOCKS' WORTH RM26 - HURRAY TO BLISTER-FREE RUNS!!!!


Babe, tunggu I kat gerai pisang masa SCKLM nanti ye? :')

Hahahahaha, I know they're nowhere as posh as a Proenza Schouler tote but I soooooo know she would appreciate 'em more :)

*HUGS*

Friday, May 14, 2010

All set for my first 15k

Yea cokelat itu pembakar semangat. Jurulatih kata makan cokelat takpe, makan kek jangan.

Now maybe I should have bought a pair of crutches instead of knee bands...

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Inspired by, Hugh Macleod of Gapingvoid.com


Mine would read:

I must not (re)touch my Berry every four seconds.
I must not (re)touch my Berry every four seconds.
I must not (re)touch my Berry every four seconds.
I must not (re)touch my Berry every four seconds.
I must not (re)touch my Berry every four seconds.
I must not (re)touch my Berry every four seconds.
I must not (re)touch my Berry every four seconds.
I must not (re)touch my Berry every four seconds.
I must not (re)touch my Berry every four seconds.
I must not (re)touch my Berry every four seconds.
I must not (re)touch my Berry every four seconds.
I must not (re)touch my Berry every four seconds.
I must not (re)touch my Berry every four seconds.
I must not (re)touch my Berry every four seconds.

.....or, more precisely:

I must not BIM Mira Ezwany every four seconds.
[repeat 10 gazillion times please]

Anticipating Deb's comment whooowheeeeee...


Saturday, May 01, 2010

Happy Salary Proliferation Day

When I was earning a measly RM5 per hour, I loved my job to death and I looked forward to working on May 1.

RM5 x 8 hours 8 x 3 = RM120 gross

Add to the equation the potential of pocketing additional RM45 of OT due to the crazy stream of yuppies/rich kids into the java joint on a public holiday.

Point being? Labour Day used to be a lucrative business.

These days I'm expected to spend my labour day at the office at the same salary rate but with extra workload and potentially ripping my heart out because the stream of yuppies/rich kids into the java joints are still steady yet I ain't part of the partay.

Sad. Also because I'm no longer employed by a certain java chain. And I really miss the anticipation of the triple pay day. It only comes once a year and only applies to those really doing the manual labour.

Yeah. Honour labourers. They're the only ones who truly appreciate the holiday.

(Can you tell who's depressed about work now? Guess! Guess! Woohooo!)