It’s a wonderful Monday.

Wah I was bit emo on my last post, wasn’t I? So many friend msg-ed me and asked if I were the dunzo with baby boo. Nah, not so easy. It’s funny how we could feel so bloody tragic and helpless when all it takes is just a cool, calm and collected talk with your other half to sort things out. Oh yes, and plenty of empathy too, of course.

Baby boo, tulibu dibu douchooooooooooooooo….

Secured another job for a New Zealand based health & fitness product line. Today’s last minute meeting turned out to be a formal introduction for me as the PR rep to the brand dev. manager and line’s sole distributor. Things are really looking up. Thanks man, you know who you are :)

I am so excited!!!

What I wore to day.
My meeting garb. It’s a cocoa mocha week for me! Top from Singapore, pinstripe bottom from Spade, bag from Fourskin, shoes from M&S.

As I got the notification for the meeting while rushing some press releases in the morning, I ended up completely forgotten about lunch. By the time I got back around 4pm, I had to grab a bite at Mickey D.

Porridge and Mickey D.
Porridge and Diet Coke. Tempted to have some Ayam Goreng also but voted against it.

Hrm…I also had my birdshit mobile washed. Remember the last car wash post I blogged? Yes, it’s been that long :P

Birdshit mobile.
Birdshit mobile in grooming session.

And lastly, some weirdass shit I found at the dumpster near where I stay.

what the flying f-ck is this?

Some creepy karma sutra shit.


Maybe, maybe not.

Am angry. Cabin fever, maybe. Maybe not. Am tired of the inconsideration and selfishness. The indecisiveness is driving me crazy. The communication even more so. It’s not regular but regular enough to make me want to just give up. Maybe the hormones talking. Maybe not.

Maybe it’s a blessing that we haven’t gotten to that stage yet. Being at that stage may complicate things. Because there will be no change and I will either explode or drift away, sooner or later. Maybe things don’t change and I should just move the hell on.

As you’ve always said, I am a child. Maybe that’s why I can’t live with another child. Major clashes. One has to give in and maybe it shouldn’t always be me.

Maybe I need real security, not just sweet comforting words by a teenager. Decisions to be made and me being informed properly. Not trying to guess all the fucking time and be worried about whether a simple thing has been done? Whether I would have to be the one to have to step in and clear the dirty mess, again. At the least, answer a simple question like a normal person.

Maybe I was brought up by a father who has never, not for even one second got me worried. Dad is always there. Dad always makes sure everything is taken care of and we don’t have to worry about anything. Dad never has to be reminded for the simplest most mundane task. Dad always sticks to the plan and never inconvenient his friends or anyone in the family. Dad always have an answer, yes or no, never “dunno” or worse, “what?”. Maybe it’s not fair to compare with my Dad.

Maybe that’s why it’s still so nice and fun, because things were never serious to begin with. Maybe my patience is running out. Maybe the cute act is not working anymore. Maybe I’m not getting enough sleep. Maybe I’m stressed from work and I don’t need all this additional crap. Maybe the problem is you. Maybe not.

It’s Friday!

The TM technician dropped by this morning and finally fixed the Internet. One week of sheer torture. The worst thing about working from home is having no internet access. Thank goodness for unlimited 3g but sending out large attachments was a real pain in the arse.

Work is set till the month of June. It’s a warm, fuzzy feeling. Kind of weird, when only last year I was worried that I’ll rot with no work.

By the way, if anyone knows anyone who might be interested in sponsoring cash/exhibition panels/venue/printing/etc for a charity photography exhibition in aid of Persatuan SLE Malaysia (the country’s only support group for sufferers of Systemic Lupus Erythematosus (SLE), an autoimmune disease that causes severe damage body’s tissues and organs), do let me know. My email is kimberlycun()

So all the intensive mental juicing required for work has lessened a bit and I was relaxed enough to hit Marmalade for my favourite comfort food.

Morrocan Lamb Shank.
Moroccan Lamb Shank with spinach rice. I cleaned the plate…

Totally recommended. Love to have some now!