Trials And Tribulations Of A Dreamer

I Don't Like Mondeys

2007-10-30T13:20:00.000+11:00

Stupid people drive me nuts. The world is never short of stupid heads.

I can tolerate a whole lotta of crap but stupid heads love to test my limits.

How much do I have to dumb things down?

I've said the same thing in a million different ways and doodled stick men and you still don't get it!

And you tell me my approach is wrong.

And and AND you have the cheek to double check everything I say when YOUR knowledge of everything is questionable!

Someone please find a cure for the stupids!

Candy Floss

2007-10-20T15:17:00.000+10:00

My head feels like it's been stuffed with cotton balls.

Neurons struggling to weave their way through white fluff masquerading as grey matter.

Reality lost in translation. Lucidity eludes. Maddening hysteria envelopes.

Hello ... is anyone home?

A Serving Of Life

2007-10-14T14:11:00.000+10:00

When did we all change? No time to laugh no time to stop and smell the roses.

Suddenly, life IS work. And when did work become so depressing? I guess there's a reason why it's called work.

What about family? friends? art? culture? fresh air and sunshine? summer fruits and winter warmers?

Living?

Balance is everything ...

5 Means I Love You

2007-09-28T13:21:00.000+10:00

You're not just anyone. You're The One ...

Happy Anniversary, darl!

P/S: Where's the pedicure you promised me?

Ugly Betty Syndrome

2007-09-02T02:09:00.000+10:00

Starting a new job is pretty daunting.

Sort of like starting in a new school ... in the middle of a school term ... as a teenager ... and as if that is not a screamorama in itself - in geeky glasses, braces and full blown acne.

"Boys and girls, please welcome your new friend, TheDreamer." ...... *ducks flying toilet roll*

But instead of blockhead jocks and airhead bimbos I have power suit donning, stiletto heeled office bitches to deal with.

Repeat after me ... I am an attractive, intelligent, confident businesswoman!

What Did I Come In Here For?

2007-09-01T00:30:00.000+10:00

At what point do you go "This isn't right. This has got to stop."?

At what point do you stop denying there is a problem and bury it behind a joke like you always do?

First a memory of a classmate you've never really gotten to know and then you dismiss it and tell yourself - "Wasn't a big part of my life. No big deal".

And then whole chunks start to disappear and you start making stuff up to fill the void.

I have a memory problem. Lately not just the forget-your-keys kind. The what-did-I-say-a-moment-ago? kind. The memory-like-a-sieve kind.

Soon I'll have to scribble everything down in a grubby old notebook and wear a sign that has my address on it in case I get lost on the streets.

I fear the day I wake up and look into the mirror and see the reflection of a toothless Crypt Keeper and scream in horror upon realising that it's me - "But I was only 25 yesterday!!!". And then I'd have a video play back the highlights of my life like they did for Lucy back in 50 First Dates only I'm not kissing the man of my dreams but locked up in an institution.

Ok so I might be a little young to be considered for early onset Alzheimer's but still the amount I forget is frightening!

Gingko biloba! Pronto!

Hired!

2007-08-29T15:55:00.000+10:00

D-Day is fast approaching and the days of freedom are quickly coming to an end.

I've sold my soul and bade farewell to my couch potato self.

That's right. I'm a grown up and I'm joining the troops in the real world.

Goodbye social life.

Hello office drone.

Au revoir liberté!

Hocus Pocus

2007-08-28T15:09:00.000+10:00

I L-O-V-E Witchery!

Classic lines, sophisticated and takes on the latest fashion trends without making you look like a total fashion douche .... what's not to love?

This season they have the cutest, girliest pieces ever!!

Lookie here!

How pretty are they? I wish they ship internationally for nothing!

Resolutions Recap

2007-08-21T14:11:00.000+10:00

Having taken such a long break I've become a major couch potato, a fact my mother can attest to. I've watched countless movies and tv dramas (back to back episodes), read a million blogs and surfed for hundreds of hours to fill my lazy days.

I've taken the liberty to do a little stocktake of my life since it sounds a lot better than cleaning the floors or doing the laundry and maybe find out if I've achieved anything so far - I have a slight inkling that my 8 month old nephew has more to show than myself.

Firstly, let it be known that I am really not THAT lazy or that big a sloth ... ok with that disclaimer I think it's pretty clear now how well my 2007 resolutions really went.

1. Be Nice - Not so much the delicate oriental flower that I had hoped to be but I reckon I've done pretty alright. I haven't been throwing hissy fits or tantrums unless you count the time my internet connection was taken away from me.

2. Be A Literary Snob - wow I think I did really well here. While I could count all the books I've read last year on 1 hand and still have a couple of fingers left over, I can proudly say I can use up all of the fingers in one hand this time! *pats self on back*

3. Buy Less Trashy Mags - Seriously, I'm actually doing really well! Because of my non-existant income at this point in time, trashy mags have not been bought but shamelessly read at the bookstores. Talk about being economical! *high five!*

4. Be Brave - um ... due to lack of employment I can't say very much about this apart from the fact that I've yet to master interviews.

5. Be A Gym Junkie - omg FAIL! I've gone on reverse gear and become the biggest couch potato ever.

6. Save $$$ - ok, I suppose I'm doing pretty well considering I've had no income for the past couple of months I've been forced to save. Otherwise, I'm sure I'll be blowing all my cash on shoes.

7. Be a Domestic Goddess - emm no comment.

8. Be The Best Goddamn Aunty In The World - if my NephewChubbyCheeks can talk right now he'd tell you I'm the best ... muahahahaha

9. Be A Style Guru - pffttt ... why did I even put this on my list!? I'm fabulous either way!

10. Enjoy Life - I'm grateful for the people and the things that I have in my life. Life is good .... but someone hire me please?

I did ok didn't I?

Stressed Bunny

2007-08-08T14:04:00.000+10:00

Sure. I get it.

Working in Asia is nothing like how they work in Australia.

Yes, I know. No overtime pay but plenty of overtime. Third world wages and next to nothing social security. Slave drivers are your bosses and back stabbers your peers.

I totally get it.

Can I take it? Sure, I can take it like your mother can.

I'm prepared for the onslaught. Just be gentle ok?

I've Been Had!

2007-08-02T17:33:00.000+10:00

I was played!

I thought by now I'd be making some serious moolah for fancy dresses and shoes. Company A cheated me out of all my girly indulgences!

How can you promise me a job and do a back flip at the last minute?!

Now I'm back to square one.

This will only happen to me *sob*

Omitsu Koshi

2007-07-08T00:09:00.000+10:00

I can wax lyrical about the japanese all day long - Hiro Nakamura "Yatta!! Herrooo, New York!!", Ken Watanabe, sashimi, vending machines, anime, harajuku girls ... but screw that, let's EAT!!

It's hard enough to find great Japanese restaurants and even harder to find a place to satisfy your sushi cravings for less dosh. Good thing we live near one.

This is my second visit to Omitsu Koshi and they've yet to disappoint with plenty of bento sets and a la carte items ... ahhh choices choices choices!

I chose my perennial favourites, California Rolls and Gyozas. The rolls were pretty good though they substituted the avocado for lettuce ... cheapos!

OCDMom ordered a Sashimi Zen set that came with a combination of salmon, tuna and yellowtail sashimi and a bowl of hot rice. And we had a Kaki Fry to share ... mmm deepfried goodness.

Dad ordered an Ebi Tempura set that looked pretty tasty though I thought they could've thrown in a couple more prawns.

California Roll : RM6
Gyoza : RM 9
Sashimi Zen set : RM 19
Kaki Fry : RM 25
Ebi Tempura set : RM 18

Omitsu Koshi
No 17 & 19, Jalan SS 22/23
Damansara Jaya
47400 Petaling Jaya
Selangor

Ahhh ... satisfying. I could eat Japanese everyday.

Note: Photo quality is terrible when uploaded in blogger. I have no idea what is up!

Robots In Disguise

2007-07-06T14:23:00.000+10:00

Ahh ... the sweet sweet lullaby of Optimus Prime transforming sooths the soul like cootchie coos and chocolate ice cream.

Nothing like non-stop big screen CG warfare for 2 hours to bring a smile on my face ... or The Boy's for that matter.

But why oh why oh why did they only have, I swear, 10 seconds of the Prime and Megatron showdown? And Prime got his arse kicked while Megatron had nary a superficial scratch on him! Did they run out of budget?! Did they run out of film reels?! We deserved MORE!

And now like a proper fangirl, I'm dedicating all my bandwidth to downloading every single Transformers episode.

"Autobots, roll out!"

Mmm Blueberries

2007-07-04T13:52:00.000+10:00

Blueberries were going for cheap + new oven = blueberry muffins!

While I do not profess to being a top chef, I can follow recipes. So I put on my apron and grab my trusty whisk.

mmm ... blueberry goodness

Is The Floor Clean Clean Clean?

2007-07-03T19:47:00.000+10:00

My mother is an obsessive compulsive cleaner. She is the vacuum wielding mistress of the house and will stop at nothing to suck the bejesus out of every nook and cranny in the house - if you're dust, you're dead to her.

While normal people would perhaps gape in shock and horror when they see a pint sized lady scrubbing floors like a cracked out hamster at 10pm, my family would shake our heads in mock annoyance and say "Oh look ... she's at it again".

Last night perhaps her OCD went on yet another overdrive, she dragged out the poor weary hoover and started filling up the dust bag at waitaminute ... *rubs eyes* 1 AM!!!

No it can't be! Who are you and where have you taken my mother?! Oh wait ... you ARE my mother.

Good thing we all sleep like logs.

Contrary to my mother's rationale, while we all appreciate having a floor clean enough to lick off, I'm sure sleeping through the night with a layer of idle dust will not result in all of us dying from asphyxia by dust.

Even after the late night vacuuming session didn't successfully end the cleaning hysteria.

My mother turned into a full blown sadistic dust destroyer, cruel and ruthless.

OCDMom: Suck it up, Private and let me see some elbow in that scrub!!
Me: Yes, Drill Sargeant! *whimper*
OCDMom: I DIDN'T HEAR YA!
Me: YES, DRILL SARGEANT!! *scrubs floor vigorously*

Ok so there was a slight exaggeration ... I didn't call her drill sargeant.

I Suck

2007-06-30T13:11:00.000+10:00

At interviews that is.

How does one go from puffed up chest in power suit to a stuttering log of turd in 5 mins? I have such an innate knack for pulling that off.

How I got all my jobs has got to be by pure dumb luck OR they were desperate OR they thought 'special' kids deserve a chance in life too.

I think I might be unemployed for a while ...

Net Withdrawal

2007-06-28T16:41:00.000+10:00

My broadband decided to die on me for a couple of days.

Do they not know the repercussions of taking away what has become my sustenance?

Even people in rehab get weaned off their substances and have their twelve-step programs to work through recovery and sponsors to call when they feel like they're losing the plot.

I got no twelve-step program, no sympathy and a rather harrowing experience with Screwmyx's 'technical support' assistance.

I wanted to punch out the doors, chomp on computer cables, throw a chair out the window and stomp on little furry animals to ease the jitters and cold sweats.

Thank god for ice-cream and chocolates.

Protecting Myself

2007-06-19T16:58:00.000+10:00

Am finding some rather geeky ways to protect the posts I don't want the world to see ... teehee

Decode it

Insomniac

2007-06-16T12:32:00.000+10:00

Can't seem to stay asleep these days - eyes wide open kind of sleeplessness.

While everyone drifts off to slumberland, my weary body stuck is with a head doing mental gymnastics.

Sometimes I think about my day - "I should have done that" or "Maybe I shouldn't have eaten that apple crumble" - to what I should do with my time tomorrow - finally finishing that book or having coffee with a friend.

And then I almost always find myself thinking about 1 or more of these 3 things:

1. Food
2. Death
3. Not-so-friendly monsters lurking under my bed

The top chef in me dreams about whipping up chocolate brownies in our new oven and cooking up a pasta storm. And then deluded enough to think that everyone will be falling all over themselves trying to get copies of my fabulous secret recipe.

And then sometimes I strangely think about mortality - mine and everyone else's. Maybe not so much the death part since death is pretty much a given the moment you are born. It's the how and when - shot by a crazed gunman while valiantly protecting an innocent or get my neck slashed by some random shard of glass ... yes, I'm morbid that way.

I also stupidly think about spectres and ghouls and souls with unfinished business at the most unsavoury of times. Why oh why do I do this to myself?! And it's usually at this point where my bladder starts overworking and I daren't make that journey to the bathroom for fear of meeting any unfriendly creatures of the night.

Then when I finally convince myself that I'm stupid and summon the courage to go, I silently remind myself not to respond if I hear my name being called or suddenly feel a tap on my shoulder or look in the mirror for fear of catching a reflection of some ... thing.

But remember, I am stupid ... and vain - so I look in the mirror. And there she was, a face white as sheet with hollow lifeless eyes, grey bloodless lips and hair in violent tangles.

So this is how insomniacs look like huh? I need sleep.

I Have An Owie

2007-06-14T04:57:00.000+10:00

** Warning distressing pictures ahead. Scroll at your own risk**

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Look what my super human reflexes got me into ...

uh-huh that's right

ow ow ow!

How on earth was I supposed to know that blurry blue thing falling from its holder was a shaver with unprotected blades?! Who puts unprotected shavers on shaky holders?!

Apparently my mother does ...

Now I have a real REASON not to wash up, clean the floors or cook .... oh the pain!

No You Don't!

2007-06-13T14:33:00.000+10:00

No, you do NOT get to tell us how we choose to spend our money or how we make our own personal choices.

No, you do NOT get to tell us that we could have been more prudent and it will be to our detriment when you assume that you know everything that goes on in our lives.

We have never asked you for anything and YOU HAVE. And yet you sit high up on your throne audaciously lecturing us about our choices and our lives when you have yet to set an example for the rest of us.

Do you think somehow by being our predecessor gives you the priviledge of superiority over us? And we should throw in our towels and submit to your demands and your rationale?

We know you love your power trips and your constant name dropping. Well, I for one will not "oohh" and "ahhh" over who you know or what they can do or even think "Wow! He is a really powerful man!".

I keep my cool in front of you because my parents taught me manners and I smile and nod at your never ending audacities because of the respect I have for my partner.

But do not treat us like silly children if you do not want us to treat you like an arrogant prick.

Idiot Box

2007-06-05T15:52:00.000+10:00

I've become a full time couch potato and a web addict.

I need to get out more ...

let sleeping dogs lie

My New Look

2007-06-05T02:43:00.000+10:00

Well, it's about time for a new blog facelift.

Here it is in all it's glory!

My Big Break

2007-06-01T16:06:00.000+10:00

I guess being a lady of leisure isn't all it's cracked up to be.

My brains have turned into mush

Reflexes have delayed

My arse seems bigger

Depleting bank balance

I can't believe I'm saying this - I'm dying for a job *gasp*

In between

2007-05-08T19:08:00.000+10:00

Suddenly I started to miss work. Well ... more like missing the money really. I could be a full-time bum if they paid me well enough.

Don't you just hate feeling guilty everytime you walk into a shop and buy a dress not knowing when your next paycheck is coming in? Or hold out on buying that pretty pair of shoes that's been calling your name everytime you walk by? Or ordering the cheapest thing on a menu?

Although bumming around has it's perks. Late nights and no early mornings. No need to brave the horrendous traffic or slave-driving bosses.

But I want shoes! Dresses! Holidays! Me wants lots of things!

*slaps self into reality*