Week Buzz

This was how my week started....(Now you see it)

This is how I got through my week

Drink a gazillion cups of tea from my posh Starbucks thermos and feed on Toblerone.

This is how my week is ending....( Now you don't)

 

That's why I am ushering in the weekend looking like this

Sweeney Todd the Terrible Barber gave me an ugly fringe. Now I look like I just graduated from Law School, fml.

 

I also bring you updates from Plan Bee live from Newcastle

This is my Ex-Vietnamese Servant

He overbaked himself for the summer, doesn't look dashing anymore.

Do you wanna know how he gets through his week?

    

By annoying me over ebuddy daily.

HAVE A FANTASTIC FRIDAY EVERYONE!!

I feel old

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEEEEE!!

 

I officially turned a quarter century old.

Junbug's Chosen song of the month

I wanna be a billionaire so freaking bad

I bring you this June - The Wednesdays

I know I have abandoned y'all for awhile now and my blog readers must have dwindled down to 1. The tricky thing about maintaining this blog is that at times, I get caught up in the maelstrom and lose my literally flair. As I do not have a dozen photos to post up each time, I have to write ingenious essays of short stories on how to entertain my faithful readers and entice new ones to enter the lair of magical sweetness. That is not an easy feat when you do not lead a life like Lady Gaga's. Naturally, you ran out of things to talk about.

However since this month is the BEST month of the year where the sun is out, the days are brighter, the birds are chippier and people are friendlier, I have decide to make a come back. Someone's gotta clean out the cobwebs and the dust gathering here, can't let you loyal fans down, can I?

Coming to the month of June is like reaching a milestone for me each year. I have survived 6 months of the year and coming close to  bid adieu to another chapter of my life. Yes, the chapters in my life closes mid year when I usher in a new age and grow a year older and a year wiser. Beyond the events that has taken place in the last 365 days, there is another story being told - inside of me. These tales may not be the highlight of my year but they are the ones I live in - the path I have trodden on.

This June, The Wednesdays celebrated our 1st anniversary. The Wednesdays was formed by the 5.30 man (the one who leaves work at 5.30 sharp) whose whole idea was to have a little get together every middle of the work to destress and unwind. It also serves as a break in a long week and gives us boring legal professionals something to look forward to. Here are some insights on how we legal professionals get through the week in a year.

In the spirit and joy of our 1st anniversary, the members of the Wednesdays all took the afternoon off from work to celebrate. We started off with a long lunch at Bella Italia which I must say serves great italian food. It has a cosy atmosphere and its a place where you can only go for lunch when you are on leave or your boss is not in the office because expensive lunches are meant to be savoured.

I look like I have a muscle spasm here. Bad photographer.

 The delicious Spaghetti Vangole that was like a landmine with all its bird's eye chillis

The bangladeshi Waiter who begged us to have his picture taken

The best tiramisu in town as proclaimed by mei mei and snippet of the bangladeshi waiter who can't leave us alone in peace

My all time favourite italian dessert - panna cotta

Then we went to spend our trust fund and help boost the economy

We caught Shrek Forever After - the jokes were no longer funny after so many episodes of Shrek. Donkey is starting to be a tad annoying and Puss has lost his charms.

Then we all proceeded to Ingolf, a german restaurant up in Tanjung Tokong for dinner. Yes, it a European theme Wednesday feasting. From Italy to Germany we travelled.

So yes, we had quite alot to eat between us 4 - we are all growing children.

We took the obligatory group picture - yes as you can all see, the crazy bangladeshi waiter from the Bella Italia just forced us to bring him along. We also had a gift exchange where each of us bought a little something for each of the Weesians (Wednesday's members) to commemorate our one year of friendship and to test how well we know each other - hence, buying the appropriate gift.

This is us girls - the proper group members sans the Bangladeshi waiter.

So there you have it, how June has started off being an exciting month for me. The Wednesdays means quite alot to me. If not for the group, I would have dreaded going to work everyday. It was comforting to have something to look forward to at every middle of the week be it just a simple meal or a round of bowling. I guess the little things in life for me means having people around me to laugh over a hectic day at work, share my trivial ups and downs and help me pull through a strenuous week. Happy 1st anniversary Wednesdays!

To June, with love

Last June, the astronomist asked if I will miss him when he returns home to the States for summer, I shrugged, closed my eyes and walked away, whispering, "so much". He ran up beside me, sling his arms across my shoulders while we continue walking down towards the monument quietly enjoying the morning sun. I thought 'I can handle this, he being away and me staying for summer'. I let me eyes meet his crisply iron shirt while inhaling in the fresh lemony wash on it.

It was an awkward silence, both not knowing what to say and skeptical to say anything. It is always interesting hanging out with the astronomist but that day was a little different. I just held on to my womanly instinct to let the moment hang in the air like it is. For whatever reason it felt good to have someone just being there by your side while the world around you zoomed by, yet the silence was nudging at our hearts. He escorted me to the bus stop and our silence bubble was popped with sheepish smiles. He wrapped his arms around me, embracing me tightly. I just let myself snuggle in those arms. I felt him leaning to smell my freshly washed hair and mumbled in between of hair stuffed in his mouth, "summer came too early."

My public ride came and we heard our souls whimpered at it. I missed him terribly that summer he was away but with every separation comes a realisation. A dawning and a discovery of your heart's song. Last week, I received a present with a card that says, "I love everything about June". He sure knows how to strum the strings of my heart....

Our Last Summer

Munchkin, as promised, our last summer - 21/6/2008

The summer air was soft and warm
The feeling right, the Newcastle night
Did its best to please us

And strolling down the Northumberland

We had a drink in each cafe

And you You talked of politics, philosophy and

I Smiled like Mona Lisa

We had our chance

It was a fine and true romance

I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Tyne, laughing in the rain
Our last summer
Memories that remain
We made our way along the Tyne

And we sat down in the grass

By the Newcastle tower

I was so happy we had met

It was the age of no regret

Oh yes

Those crazy years,

that was the time

Of the flower-power

But underneath we had a fear of flying

Of getting old, a fear of slowly dying

We took the chance Like we were dancing our last dance

I can still recall our last summer

I still see it all
In the tourist jam,

round the River Bend

Our last summer
Walking hand in hand
Newcastle restaurants

Our last summer Morning croissants

Living for the day, worries far away

Our last summer

We could laugh and play

And now you're working as a scientist

The man that I miss, a violinist

And your name is Munchkin
How dull it seems
Yet you're the hero of my dream

My summer hot date

When the rain comes and the thunder crackle, I am the happiest. I love a stormy day and how the world is saturated with wetness, gloominess and the sky is coloured in purple and grey. It hasn't been raining for a week and I am beginning to retreat in sorrow. Perspiring under the summer sun and the heat burns into the depths on my clothing.

I am tempted to do a rain dance and offer up my pet iguana as peace offering to appease the Rain Gods. In fact, I am on the brink of doing just anything for rain to come...I feel like a hippopotamus in the heat of the Sahara, looking for my waterhole to bathe, roll and fornicate. I may even consider as a hippopotamus to copulate with a rhinoceros (which is in fact an insult to my species as hippos are considered to be a higher casts of waterhole mammals) if only rain will come.

I spent the last few days on hot steamy dates. Literally. Blame it on the no-rain-disappointment. There was no chance to huddle together under the umbrella, no excuse to grab my date's arm in fear of slipping on the sleek pavements, no droplets of rain to catch and no refraction of two people oblivious to the spherical gaze of others. I was late for my 1st date. Thanks to the big red shinny ball in the sky my driving was at a turtle speed of 25km/h. The heat slacken my brain activity causing my nerve motors to react slower. It takes 15 seconds longer to compute "turn left" which translate to mean hit the left signal, view the left mirror and steer the wheel left. I explained all these in one breath to my date, punctuating each sentence with a sincere apology, flushed from the heat and rashing secretly in unknown places only to have him laugh at me and pulled me a seat. Afraid I would faint from my rattling presumably. Mentally, I ticked of one of my date-criteria boxes, i.e. a man who pulls out a seat for me. I am a sucker for Jane Austen's gentlemanly manners.

I ordered my chai tea and as usual got into a 10 minutes debate and/or lecture with the Barista on how to serve my chai tea - iced in a paper cup. Another reason why I dislike sunny days. It doesn't make me any cheerier it is also causing my date to think I am a raving lunatic with an obsession with getting into a repartee with everyone. When we finally sat down and bored each other with our biographies....burble on our preceding weeks, I was just blithesome that that air conditioning was free in Starbucks. The date has just returned from a trip to Japan. Santa is early this year. The date vellicated a little bag and poured little souvenirs from Japan all over our brown table..mostly the cute straight fringe Kimono Dolls. He must have expected me to clap with glee like a 5 year old at the sight of these Fuji mountain of souvenirs. But I was too precocious and just beamed with gratitude on his kind thoughts. I was also too polite to tell him that I was not into kawaii Japanese dolls so I stuff all his precious Dolls into my bag, feeling a tad conscious I was at risks of looking like a customer in a buffet restaurant pocketing food into her bag.

His phone chimed. It was his best friend in Kansas who was curious how my date's date look like. He wanted a picture. I happily obliged and allowed my date to take one of my mortified faces with his left hand forming a peace sign beside my cheek. Japan is bad influence. In less than a week, my date has morphed into this retarded peace-sign-poser. Moments later, his phone beeped. It was his best friend's reply signing his approval for me as date. Since when have I become a SIRIM product in need of QC by a best friend who is 3 thousand miles away? I never much believed in the need of being best friends with my date/potential boyfriend/future husband's best friend. His friends were his friends..mine remained mine. I draw a clear line so when war rages, I have my own army and he has his soldiers. No recruiting from either side. Fair. May the best man wins! But this one was an exception. His best friend was cute. And I mean hunky-adoring-pleasing-to-the-eyes-good-looking. (the wonders of facebook) I was in a hurry to be his best friend too.

Time flies when cute guys are centered in conversations. though my heart didn't flutter nor did my tummy did a somersault, I had a whale of a time laughing till my jaws ache. There was no cliché of drowning into each other's gaze but it was pleasant. A date I would look forward to hang out with again. Someone I would like to know better. Maybe someone my heart can grow to love but it is all too early to tell. I am just contended I would be adding him to my 999 friends list, making him the 1000th person who is stepping into my life. Someone whom my heart may allow to leave a footprint. A memory to capture, a friendship to grow and a love to blossom. If it's all in God's plan, maybe, definitely - I can love again.

I drove the 20 minutes ride home in bliss. Rain or no rain, my heart was filled with ecstasy. I wondered how it is for you over there. I doubt you were as happy as I was that day. You never understood the magic of simple things in life. You always thought I was being too meticulous on trivial things, too much of an over analyzer on things. True, little things matter. But you didn't hold on till the end to see what awaits...you never will understand. I am delighted that I did not cancel my date otherwise I would not have experienced the joy of knowing - love can be found even in the things least expected. It was not perfect but it was enough for me.

When I reached home, petals of raindrops started to fall on my windshield slowly building up a rhythmic tapping.

The things least expected always comes last. God always save the best for last.

Underneath it all

We all have our own alter-ego. Some has one, some has a myriad. Undeniably, alter-ego allows us to mingle and ka-jingle with more people as everyone is made out of different genes, chromosomes and mould in different environment and mature into a variety of attitudes and characters. We all need and have an alter-ego to fit into this society of crazy lunatics. I have mine. If I can truly be myself all the time, my workplace will be topsy turvy. I would have been fired 5 months ago as all my work will be labelled "tomorrow, one more day, 2 more weeks" and bold with procrastination. I won't be able to hold myself up as someone astute and stoic as my profession seem to suggest. wig and funny hair, barristers have carve a notion among the society as boring, tight-ass, pompous and no fun. I am no fun. honest. brownie swear. that is before 6.

The real me, is the one you see after 6. Underneath the blazer and smart shirt, is milky skin and is just me...t-shirt and shorts, quirky and fun. I like to see myself as someone who doesn't take life seriously. Someone who has little thoughts and opinions..a blonde. Laid back and ignorant of the Roland Garros hotties, F1's MacLaren who is tortoise points behind BMW, and the political satire of Obama and Hillary. But not everyone can accept all of me. With some, they gasps in horror (with their bottom lips almost kissing the floor) that I am so outspoken on my sexuality. With others, they embrace my sexual repartee with open arms and stiffen "tools". talk is cheap. It means nothing more until put to action. I can talk about the cow's udder till they moo back home and the farmer wouldn't even give a two hoots - as long as I don't start milking for milk.

The real me likes to be frank and honest. No need to sugarcoat, no need to pretend. But the world see apple-polishing as vital and important like shag buddies brushing your teeth twice a day if you want to prevent tooth decay. Gentle words, fake white sparkling smiles, and rah-rah cheerleadering behind every good and evil makes you a best bud, a model employee, an ideal partner and most of all - a promise of 999 friends on facebook. Everyone wants a piece of you. To hear you, to melt in your smile, and to be polished by you so they can shine and gleam like diamonds. But what apple polisher gives are temporary shine. A momentary limelight and a short-lived boast. Worse still, you carry with you an all star attitude when all around you, people snigger at your words, your actions and your thoughts. You are too blinded by the sparkling smile of the apple polisher and not to mention your own ego-shine to notice the neon light blinking somewhere out there that says " the ultimate truth ". No need to hear the harsh words, the criticism, the things you dread to hear most, to see the war-torn battle field, the pain of piercing words and your own true reflection.

I have met too many apple polishers to last me a lifetime. I am definitely safe from the doctors and psychiatrist. An apple polisher a day keeps the dagger away. Underneath the apple polisher is an agenda of his own. The things they do and say to keep you close as bosom friends. Lure you with their flesh and when you are close enough, snuff you to death, suffocate you in between the clevage of their bosoms their lies and deceit. I failed the first interview for the position of apple polisher. In my resume, I listed my dislikes and amongst them is 'dislike pretentious people'. The world is filled with gazillions of people who say the nicest things, never the darnest, but always the right words to push your buttons. I am afraid of these people. When I was told the human heart is the most lethal poison in the world - i cannot agree more.

Underneath me all, I only want to be myself. Never having to confine to the standards that the world has set for my generation of peers. To go to graduate school, to have 999 friends on facebook, to be popular, to be in a ideal relationship, to have the dream job, the dream home, the swiss bank account and to look like Kristen Kreuk or Ziyi Zhang. I am tired of people "pretending" and having to proof to the world..screaming, check me out, 1.) I travelled europe when I was 21 2.) I am deeply in love with the nicest man on Earth and 3.) I am a member of the prestigious Lincoln's Inn. Underneath all the glamorous profiles there lies the truth beneath : - 1.) they cry themselves to bed everynight, 2.) they glee at their 999 friends and popularity and 3.) they have no redeeming qualities.

Isit so hard to be honest? To be completely bare naked with your words and you can still say the nicest thing without having to pretend and deceived...right? I am a boring person. I agree. What's life afterall without a little spice? The world cannot function without a white lie. When a man tells me, I lie because I care for you and do not want to hurt you, I send him to f star star k himself. If he can't respect me enough to be honest, he doesn't deserve my honesty and my respect either. No need to pretend. Wipe the slate clean.

what happen to the REAL life they once had? What's underneath it all?How far will some take their alter ego that their completely altered themselves, inside out? *shudder shudder*