I asked my colleague, who is in a different team:
"Why do you get to have 2 flat screen monitors?"
He replies to me with:
"Cos im speciiiiiaaaaallllll! Although, that implies that im handicapped, doesnt it?"
Me:
"hahahahaha...not really."
He then says:
"We just need 2 monitors for important stuff. Like, we need to open many applications all at once...for instance, web browser, email, msn, etc. All the important personal stuff!"
Me:
"Ooooo...I wanna be special too!"
Nah...at the end of the day, i know why they need 2 monitors...its for that one instance where everything goes up the duff...and they need to quickly view whats going wrong with our customer's network! One monitor wouldnt be enough, cos our applications which monitor the networks arent consolidated and they need to open 50 screens to get the full picture!
I sorta like the fact that I have a simple black box...i dont have to be responsible for that crap...i moved away from dealing with client network problems...and i dont want to go back to it! And thankfully, i dont have to...for now.
I'm so special (sarcasm inserted here) that i will be moving where the developers are being relocated to. *great - forehead slap* I was suppose to go to World Square...but they dont have much desk space left in the office...and since im a contractor, im not important to them...only to my manager. But the "team" are all going to Glebe...and since im part of that team...im going to Glebe too...not the nice shopping strip end of Glebe...but the dodgy industrial end of Glebe...away from public transport...My manager will be spreading her time between World Square and Glebe. Which was what I thought i was going to do...so I could "base" myself at World Square...but i guess not now!
=(
I have a thing with the developers...its not that i hate them...but they have this attitude, where they think that they are "holier than thou" sorta thing...
Example - I had just joined the team, I hadnt played around with the applications they used, cos I wasnt sure which apps were live or not. But, i had noticed some changes and inquired in a meeting where all of the developers were present, to ask who made the modifications? And if they could tell me whom, it would be much appreciated (as i needed to update a register my manager asked me to set up)!
One of the developers turns around and instead of giving me a Yes/No...says to me: "You know you can run a query and find out who did what - you do know that right?!"
I felt like telling him:
"Mate - its my fudging second day on this project, I havent had a chance to play around with queries to figure out who made changes to what. Since we are having a bloody team meeting right now, couldnt you just tell me, a simple yes or no? Like, cut down my time spent on playing with queries by just answering my fudging question???"
But i obviously didnt say that, and i could only grin and bear it, while my manager who was baffled asked: "You can do that? How come no one told me?" (My sentiments exactly...how come no one told me that this was possible when it was handed over to me?!)
The actual procedure is to CC me on everything so that an automated email gets sent to me and i will know instantly what was modified!!! And i was only informed that i was able to do this, about 2 weeks later.
*head against the wall*
Our next release is suppose to go into UAT by the end of this month...things dont look too good. Bloody developers...you know, contrary to what you may think of geeky developers...they dont sit silently in a corner and bash keys all day. They also sit around in a circle, like the knights of camelot and are able to talk your ears off! I think they silently think that they are knights when they sit around like that...but one thing is true...they dont document anything! Ever known a developer to be good with documentation?
Better yet, ever known a developer who delivered only what was asked of them in the specifications without, i repeat, without any form of funky enhancements (that were not requested by the stakeholders)???
Let me clear something up...L, E and i are in fact programmers. We graduated uni with pretty much programming degrees. But we are not developers/programmers...the only one who is remotely close to doing programming-ish, in a way, is L with her testing role. Her main objective is to break what they make...so that doesnt really count. I co-ordinate and manage people in the telco industry. While E, he doesnt even work in IT - which i think is the best thing for him. *LoL*
So, i do understand developers/programmers to an extent...and i dont hate them, i just dont like the way these guys patronise me. I dont claim to be an expert...on anything, i just work hard and im efficient. I just dont like that they have assumed that i dont have an IT background and that im just some junior doing reports fresh from a secretarial stint somewhere!
*grrr*
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Friday, January 20, 2006
Friends to the end...
L sends an email to me around lunch yesterday saying:
"gimme a yell when you are going home, I've got something for you."
Right before I leave work I quickly call her mobile and the first thing I ask is:
"is it good, bad or ugly?"
She knows what I mean, and tells me to go over to her corner.
I ask, her corner or my corner? What I mean is, her corner being corner of Bond & Pitt, or mine, which is Corner of Bond and George?
She said to me "thats it, meet me in my lobby!"
Which really means her corner anyway...
I rush out of my building and she walks outside her lobby to greet me with a box of 50 chupa chups!
That was the something she wanted to give me.
I cracked up laughing and she explains that E gave her a carton from his work.
I asked to look at her funky new phone and just as I hold it, E calls L.
I answer it and he starts talking in a dead tone and sooo doesnt realise its me not L...(im so insulted!)...I tell him that he isnt talking to who he thinks he is talking to...*RoFL*
And then I tell him that I should get off the phone as the handsfree was still attached to the phone which was attached to L and i was talking to her boobs!
*RoFL*
See, I can only say such things to my true friends...
*^_^*
"gimme a yell when you are going home, I've got something for you."
Right before I leave work I quickly call her mobile and the first thing I ask is:
"is it good, bad or ugly?"
She knows what I mean, and tells me to go over to her corner.
I ask, her corner or my corner? What I mean is, her corner being corner of Bond & Pitt, or mine, which is Corner of Bond and George?
She said to me "thats it, meet me in my lobby!"
Which really means her corner anyway...
I rush out of my building and she walks outside her lobby to greet me with a box of 50 chupa chups!
That was the something she wanted to give me.
I cracked up laughing and she explains that E gave her a carton from his work.
I asked to look at her funky new phone and just as I hold it, E calls L.
I answer it and he starts talking in a dead tone and sooo doesnt realise its me not L...(im so insulted!)...I tell him that he isnt talking to who he thinks he is talking to...*RoFL*
And then I tell him that I should get off the phone as the handsfree was still attached to the phone which was attached to L and i was talking to her boobs!
*RoFL*
See, I can only say such things to my true friends...
*^_^*
Thursday, January 19, 2006
two things...
As i was leaving Fitness First, there was this lady who just came through the turnstyles and it was funny. It was like she was Clark Kent changing into his Superman outfit - she was ripping her business shirt off as she ran down the stairs.
I never knew people were THAT desperate to go to the gym!
(Although, i secretly think she was running late for a class...but anyway...desperation seems funnier!)
*LoL*
Bamboodle has a restaurant in Parramatta now...Opposite the old entrance to Village in Westfields on Church St. Its a really yummy place you must try.
Think of Sumo Salad, but with noodles or rice.
I had the spinach noodle with vegies and tofu with chilli jam sauce...and ooohhh it was YUM!!!
*^_^*
They have the traditional noodles, your egg, rice, etc...and normal sauces too...
Did i mention that the waiters and chefs are cute? Well, they are...and uno what? after getting a bite there, you can go over to Max Brenner on the other side of the new Parramatta Westfield Wing...
My gosh, how the times are changing...it seems i soon wont have to venture to far to have some of the things i really love!
I never knew people were THAT desperate to go to the gym!
(Although, i secretly think she was running late for a class...but anyway...desperation seems funnier!)
*LoL*
Bamboodle has a restaurant in Parramatta now...Opposite the old entrance to Village in Westfields on Church St. Its a really yummy place you must try.
Think of Sumo Salad, but with noodles or rice.
I had the spinach noodle with vegies and tofu with chilli jam sauce...and ooohhh it was YUM!!!
*^_^*
They have the traditional noodles, your egg, rice, etc...and normal sauces too...
Did i mention that the waiters and chefs are cute? Well, they are...and uno what? after getting a bite there, you can go over to Max Brenner on the other side of the new Parramatta Westfield Wing...
My gosh, how the times are changing...it seems i soon wont have to venture to far to have some of the things i really love!
Hope
"Good luck tonight c.... hope she tells u the truth"
23/08/04, 16:56:35
I had hoped she would too...and in my face, she blatantly lied.
I have kept that message that came from a very good friend who was looking out for me, as much as i was looking out for him and the rest of the group.
Its 2006 and i only just deleted it off my mobile.
Since my best friend and i parted ways over her less than tactful actions, I haven't tried to contact her, nor, has she ever tried to contact me.
In my eyes, I was and still am a better person. I wasn't going to lower my standards to accomodate her and accept the hurt she had caused.
Its funny, I had bumped into her sister late last year...and im sure she knows what had happened...Even their parents would have noticed that I stopped being an addition to their family! I didnt think her sister would talk to me, since blood is thicker than water, uno...but she did, we just had a quick chat...about me, about her, about work...we didnt speak of her sister...and im glad we didnt have to get into messy details.
Later, K told me that the sister had always been on my side...telling her sister: "what do you expect when you lie to your best friend?"
I thought i had let go of things a long while ago, I obviously had not full heartedly done so, since I kept that message until today.
Best friends come and go...lesson learned.
After that incident, the number of true friends dwindled. It doesnt really bother me, cos at heart I like being on my own just as much as I like to spend it with others, which really means that I can spread myself around evenly these days.
I was thinking lately, well really just last night...
If I was to get married, I know who i would ask to be my bridesmaids. They know who they are, cos i've told them already.
I thought about my Hen's night...I'd love for L, V, M, K, LN, A, and all my cousins to be there, so thats about 10-15 girls really. But I would not be able to have a party without E attending. So, there is a dilemma here. E isnt gay...and Hen's nights are just for girls, right...would E have to pretend to be gay for the night?
Dont think he would be too happy with that! *LoL*
When my hairdresser was cutting my hair, we were chatting about his kids, while i was chatting about my neices. He said he wished he was younger when he had his boys, like how my brother is 30 this year and Chloe is turning 5. While he is 40 this year and his oldest son will only be 3. Thats his only regret...he wont be able to play with his sons as much as my brother will be able to be active in Chloe's and Aimee's life.
He said his wife also regrets not having the boys earlier too...she will be 30 this year and that shocked me a little. At 30, she is feeling tired and weathered from the boys. She thinks that she would be more well equipped if she was in her mid 20's now and chasing after the 3 year old, while nursing the baby.
Driving to work, on 2dayFM...they were discussing the right age for women to have children. One lady called and she had her first when she was 20-something, another in late 20's and another at 36. She said it was easier when she was younger - MUCH easier.
If you ask mothers that, I think that is something they would agree on. My mother keeps talking about how stars bounce right back from having babies...but she always notes that thats only their first baby...or its only #2...when they have #3...thats when it goes down hill...your body doesnt snap back after that!
Something to think about.
I can't believe im fudging thinking about my biological clock.
There is hope on the horizon for my mother after all...
23/08/04, 16:56:35
I had hoped she would too...and in my face, she blatantly lied.
I have kept that message that came from a very good friend who was looking out for me, as much as i was looking out for him and the rest of the group.
Its 2006 and i only just deleted it off my mobile.
Since my best friend and i parted ways over her less than tactful actions, I haven't tried to contact her, nor, has she ever tried to contact me.
In my eyes, I was and still am a better person. I wasn't going to lower my standards to accomodate her and accept the hurt she had caused.
Its funny, I had bumped into her sister late last year...and im sure she knows what had happened...Even their parents would have noticed that I stopped being an addition to their family! I didnt think her sister would talk to me, since blood is thicker than water, uno...but she did, we just had a quick chat...about me, about her, about work...we didnt speak of her sister...and im glad we didnt have to get into messy details.
Later, K told me that the sister had always been on my side...telling her sister: "what do you expect when you lie to your best friend?"
I thought i had let go of things a long while ago, I obviously had not full heartedly done so, since I kept that message until today.
Best friends come and go...lesson learned.
After that incident, the number of true friends dwindled. It doesnt really bother me, cos at heart I like being on my own just as much as I like to spend it with others, which really means that I can spread myself around evenly these days.
I was thinking lately, well really just last night...
If I was to get married, I know who i would ask to be my bridesmaids. They know who they are, cos i've told them already.
I thought about my Hen's night...I'd love for L, V, M, K, LN, A, and all my cousins to be there, so thats about 10-15 girls really. But I would not be able to have a party without E attending. So, there is a dilemma here. E isnt gay...and Hen's nights are just for girls, right...would E have to pretend to be gay for the night?
Dont think he would be too happy with that! *LoL*
When my hairdresser was cutting my hair, we were chatting about his kids, while i was chatting about my neices. He said he wished he was younger when he had his boys, like how my brother is 30 this year and Chloe is turning 5. While he is 40 this year and his oldest son will only be 3. Thats his only regret...he wont be able to play with his sons as much as my brother will be able to be active in Chloe's and Aimee's life.
He said his wife also regrets not having the boys earlier too...she will be 30 this year and that shocked me a little. At 30, she is feeling tired and weathered from the boys. She thinks that she would be more well equipped if she was in her mid 20's now and chasing after the 3 year old, while nursing the baby.
Driving to work, on 2dayFM...they were discussing the right age for women to have children. One lady called and she had her first when she was 20-something, another in late 20's and another at 36. She said it was easier when she was younger - MUCH easier.
If you ask mothers that, I think that is something they would agree on. My mother keeps talking about how stars bounce right back from having babies...but she always notes that thats only their first baby...or its only #2...when they have #3...thats when it goes down hill...your body doesnt snap back after that!
Something to think about.
I can't believe im fudging thinking about my biological clock.
There is hope on the horizon for my mother after all...
Little river...
Between two mountains lay a River,
Strong and beautiful she streamed.
The Sun comes out,
the River bathes in His warmth.
Then the Cloud comes out
to replenish the River.
Life travels in a circle,
The River transcends and grows.
There are banks beside it,
Lush and green.
Fields of flowers,
Smiling gleefully.
One day the Sun was angry
filled with wrath.
Turned against the River,
Her stream no more.
The water she harboured,
Was less than a trickle to spare.
The Cloud, seeing the Sun turn on the River,
Tried to help by weeping.
But no amount of tears from the Cloud
Could help the River return to her glory.
Now the grass and flowers are dying,
All the life is gone between the Mountains.
Strong and beautiful she streamed.
The Sun comes out,
the River bathes in His warmth.
Then the Cloud comes out
to replenish the River.
Life travels in a circle,
The River transcends and grows.
There are banks beside it,
Lush and green.
Fields of flowers,
Smiling gleefully.
One day the Sun was angry
filled with wrath.
Turned against the River,
Her stream no more.
The water she harboured,
Was less than a trickle to spare.
The Cloud, seeing the Sun turn on the River,
Tried to help by weeping.
But no amount of tears from the Cloud
Could help the River return to her glory.
Now the grass and flowers are dying,
All the life is gone between the Mountains.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
LOOKS
Journos have commented that Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie's baby will be a vision of perfection. With the genetics of Mr Pitt and Ms Jolie, supposedly, the baby cant do wrong in the looks department.
(1) I dont think Mr Pitt is the most perfect looking man on this earth...albeit, i may be the only woman who thinks this...but thats my 2 cents.
(2) I also dont think that Ms Jolie is a vision of perfection compared to all the women on this earth...her lips just dont do it for me!
Question: Is it possible, even though you are genetically pre-disposed to looking good (cos both your parents look good), but you turn out like a complete ugmo...looking similar to your second cousin twice removed from some distant land of nowhere?
I mean, both my parents are good looking people and my brothers have grown up to be good looking men...I, as the only daughter, turned out...well...not quite so good looking? Unfortunately, in terms of body I didnt receive many genes from mum's side...i'm more like daddy's girl...I look more like my aunts (from dad's side) in that department!
Facial features, im a blend of both parents, while one brother looks like dad, and the other like mum. So, I guess that makes me look like the fugly confused one?!
I catch the train and there are a group of spanish women sitting together, they seem like friends from when they were young...they are all in their late 40's - 50's but i think they have aged gracefully. No nips or tucks. They are well dressed and well presented, they may have dyed their hair colour and they wear make up - and so they should!
I sit there thinking, while they chat furiously amongst themselves, how beautiful they must have looked when they were younger. You can still see in their face the beauty that they possess. Its a bit amazing to see a whole group of women who are friends that are so attractive and have aged attractively too. I mean if they can wear jeans and make it look good, at their age...thats amazing!
I have been stumped at how much my mother has changed over the years. Nothing unattractive and i'm not saying that she hasnt aged with grace...to be honest, if i could look like her at the age of 50...i'd say God was being extra kind to me!
For a grandmother of two, she is looking mighty fine! I think it helps that you have a smaller petite frame when you are younger, so that as you get older and you put on weight, it just looks like you gained curves in all the right places.
I guess mum was a size 4-6 when she had my older brother...about a 6-8 when she had me...then she went to about a size 8-10 after my little brother. Right about now, I would say that she is a size 10-12. From behind, i dont think you would be able to tell that she is a 50-something old woman with 3 children and 2 grandchildren. You'd be more inclined to guess that she was a 30-something woman with maybe 2 young kids at home.
Heh...funny that.
Do you ever wonder what it would be like if you were taller, smaller, fatter, skinnier, wider here, thinner there, bigger/smaller boobs, bigger/smaller bottoms, tiny tiny waist, bigger hips, etc?
Then stop to think "eh, im fine the way i am..."
Then after reading something, wonder what your future beholds???
In this months Cosmo, there is an article showing you (with some computer generated-) pictures the effects of alcohol and smoking on your face. And crikey...its a horrible look for the future...thankfully i dont smoke and drinking is not even minimal...its quite negligible. But nonetheless...I wonder what effects it would have on my looks all the passive smoking i have been imposed on all those years?!
Will i be fat and wrinkly like those pictures of those women???
>_<
And what about the whole, "you look as old as you feel"???
I currently feel like im 18 y/o...do i really look 18? I think the bags under my eyes will reveal my true age. Oh, the stoopid eye bags! And i can honestly say that the bouncers at bars/clubs stopped checking my id when i was about 19!
=P
So, why am i talking about all this sh!t about looks?!
Well, looks are important. I'm superficial...and so is everyone else. Not like that! More like...I want my guy to think that im the most beautiful woman he has ever met, whether or not that incapsulates personality, but i want him to think that way of me. I dont care about how he looks, but i do sort of! (If you get what i mean?) If he has won my heart, and thinks that im beautiful, I will think of him as the most perfect man on earth. Doing nice things, showing how much he cares, when he acts selflessly...every good deed magically erases whatever i found unattractive on the outside.
I dont know if this works for everyone, but it works for me...does this make me less superficial???
hmm...
Guess not!
Just to tie up this whole blog about nothing together...Baby Pitt/Jolie will be an attractive kid, i dont doubt it...but whether the baby will be the hottest babe on earth, i beg to differ...my neices are all gorgeous perfections!
=P
(1) I dont think Mr Pitt is the most perfect looking man on this earth...albeit, i may be the only woman who thinks this...but thats my 2 cents.
(2) I also dont think that Ms Jolie is a vision of perfection compared to all the women on this earth...her lips just dont do it for me!
Question: Is it possible, even though you are genetically pre-disposed to looking good (cos both your parents look good), but you turn out like a complete ugmo...looking similar to your second cousin twice removed from some distant land of nowhere?
I mean, both my parents are good looking people and my brothers have grown up to be good looking men...I, as the only daughter, turned out...well...not quite so good looking? Unfortunately, in terms of body I didnt receive many genes from mum's side...i'm more like daddy's girl...I look more like my aunts (from dad's side) in that department!
Facial features, im a blend of both parents, while one brother looks like dad, and the other like mum. So, I guess that makes me look like the fugly confused one?!
I catch the train and there are a group of spanish women sitting together, they seem like friends from when they were young...they are all in their late 40's - 50's but i think they have aged gracefully. No nips or tucks. They are well dressed and well presented, they may have dyed their hair colour and they wear make up - and so they should!
I sit there thinking, while they chat furiously amongst themselves, how beautiful they must have looked when they were younger. You can still see in their face the beauty that they possess. Its a bit amazing to see a whole group of women who are friends that are so attractive and have aged attractively too. I mean if they can wear jeans and make it look good, at their age...thats amazing!
I have been stumped at how much my mother has changed over the years. Nothing unattractive and i'm not saying that she hasnt aged with grace...to be honest, if i could look like her at the age of 50...i'd say God was being extra kind to me!
For a grandmother of two, she is looking mighty fine! I think it helps that you have a smaller petite frame when you are younger, so that as you get older and you put on weight, it just looks like you gained curves in all the right places.
I guess mum was a size 4-6 when she had my older brother...about a 6-8 when she had me...then she went to about a size 8-10 after my little brother. Right about now, I would say that she is a size 10-12. From behind, i dont think you would be able to tell that she is a 50-something old woman with 3 children and 2 grandchildren. You'd be more inclined to guess that she was a 30-something woman with maybe 2 young kids at home.
Heh...funny that.
Do you ever wonder what it would be like if you were taller, smaller, fatter, skinnier, wider here, thinner there, bigger/smaller boobs, bigger/smaller bottoms, tiny tiny waist, bigger hips, etc?
Then stop to think "eh, im fine the way i am..."
Then after reading something, wonder what your future beholds???
In this months Cosmo, there is an article showing you (with some computer generated-) pictures the effects of alcohol and smoking on your face. And crikey...its a horrible look for the future...thankfully i dont smoke and drinking is not even minimal...its quite negligible. But nonetheless...I wonder what effects it would have on my looks all the passive smoking i have been imposed on all those years?!
Will i be fat and wrinkly like those pictures of those women???
>_<
And what about the whole, "you look as old as you feel"???
I currently feel like im 18 y/o...do i really look 18? I think the bags under my eyes will reveal my true age. Oh, the stoopid eye bags! And i can honestly say that the bouncers at bars/clubs stopped checking my id when i was about 19!
=P
So, why am i talking about all this sh!t about looks?!
Well, looks are important. I'm superficial...and so is everyone else. Not like that! More like...I want my guy to think that im the most beautiful woman he has ever met, whether or not that incapsulates personality, but i want him to think that way of me. I dont care about how he looks, but i do sort of! (If you get what i mean?) If he has won my heart, and thinks that im beautiful, I will think of him as the most perfect man on earth. Doing nice things, showing how much he cares, when he acts selflessly...every good deed magically erases whatever i found unattractive on the outside.
I dont know if this works for everyone, but it works for me...does this make me less superficial???
hmm...
Guess not!
Just to tie up this whole blog about nothing together...Baby Pitt/Jolie will be an attractive kid, i dont doubt it...but whether the baby will be the hottest babe on earth, i beg to differ...my neices are all gorgeous perfections!
=P
Friday, January 13, 2006
So you've had a bad day...
I like that song...the film clip is cute.
There is nothing cute about going to work at 7am in the morning on the train, noticing how ironically it looks like 5pm in Winter. I felt like i was going in the wrong direction at the wrong time of the day. Its so overcast, the lights at each train station is lit brightly. When the train stopped at Granville, i thought i should go home...take me home damn u!!!
I've been avoiding the possibility of another blood clot in my legs...this time its not just in my left leg, im feeling weird sensations in my right leg too. But its not painful like the DVT i found last year (from breaking my ankle and being in a cast). Funny thing uno, i had been doing heaps of stuff to prevent this from happening. I had been exercising regularly, taking asprin before, during, and after flight, doing those exercises in flight and did a lot of walking while in SG and KL...SO? Well, i have to get a doppler done on both my legs...the doctor agrees that i may be paranoid over some muscular or nerve spasms...but we'll get the doppler done to ease my mind and rule out another DVT. Like WTF! Last year was bad enough...I thought this year would present new beginnings of better things to come!
*grrr*
On another ironic note. A friend asked me where he could get cheap eats for a group of 15-20 people. He said that he was looking at Indian or Middle Eastern cuisine. I thought back to E's 20th birthday...which was actually after the Sydney Olympics when L & E met...and L introduced E to me. We went to Sahara's in Burwood and there was a belly dancer who G was getting really acquainted with...
This flush of memory, remains vivid in my mind...funny thing is, it was over 5 years ago. After i told my friend about it, i quickly called E and told him about it...we have been friends for a very long time now...and the memories are still fresh...
BUT darn it, we are freakin old!!! and E & L are even older farts since they are turning 26 this year, while im just meeting my quarter life crisis.
Saturday 14 January
I wake up and im washing my face...my brother asks my mum when i had the accident? I think to myself, wtf is he talking about...its too early to be arguing about who caused what accident...
My mother asks me, did you scratch your car yesterday? (At this point im about to tell my lil brother off as he was driving my car yesterday)...I start swearing...storm out to look at my car and on the front bumper i see this horrendous scratch mark...3 lines...all white...im like: WTF?!?! I havent been in any accident...i havent scratched my car on my own...i have been really good actually, taking the defensive driving approach...and then i question whether it was my lil brother...and to be honest, he is careful...
I continue to swear as i walk back into the house...my older brother said "it looks like someone hit you"...so obviously it was a hit and run and of course they wouldnt leave their insurance details behind!!! I'm SOOOOO PISSED OFF!!! I assume it happened some time this week...either Wednesday or Thursday...while I parked my car at the trainstation car park! *FUDGE*
I manage to calm down after taking mum grocery shopping in the morning...then i got my hair cut!
Let my rave about something good that came out of the day...
I went to my hairdressers and it seems like its been nearly 3 years since i actually got a proper cut...i have been getting trims but i was trying to grow my hair out and level all the layers so that my hair would all be one length...but 2 years of having dead straight hair in which you cant do much but tie it up...i want to do something to it that would give it a bit of style, but keep the length.
So he trimmed off about 5 cms, and he gave me a fringe...nothing flat, all layery and sweeping to one side...he texturised my hair by cutting my hair twice (its a lengthy task at hand, but a very good technique...he usually avoids doing it since it takes so long, but he did it for me, cos im SPECIAL!) *LoL*
It was pretty scary to see him "texturising" my hair...cos it seemed like he was lopping a lot of it off...and he did actually lop a lot off...but thankfully, i have heaps of hair!
The lady who washes hair and does the blow drying...she was sweeping my hair up off the floor and tapped me on my shoulder to show me how much was there and she said "look there is sooo much hair, its enough for 3 people". Her dustpan was too full to sweep it all up in one go...she had to do it twice.
Afterwards, i was pretty happy, he kept the same length but my head was soo much lighter...no more headaches from carrying too much hair on my head (yes, i was starting to get headaches, which now have disappeared...so im assuming it was from carrying so much weight on my head)...I believe it takes less time to air dry my hair now, not like the hours upon hours it use to take...
After the haircut, i went home and got ready for dinner at Bistro Lilly at the Observatory Tower, The Rocks. The restaurant seemed nice and seductive...and i really enjoyed my barramundi...the flesh came off the skin so easily...and it tasted really fresh! I really loved their dark chocolate frozen mousse that came with the strawberry brulee...it was lip smacking yum!
Only gripe would be that their toilets really sucked. In my opinion, part of fine dining is the whole experience...the better the restaurant...the better the facilities, which include the toilets. It seems that Bistro Lilly's toilet is the adjoined toiled from the rest of the Observatory Tower...which is a shame...
My bf didnt like the service he was getting from (what it seemed like) the only waiter who was looking after the customers. I didnt like him either (but i dont usually like the service unless its impeccable), he seemed to treat my bf more hostile than he treated me.
Its okay, but i dont think i would ever go there again...
We were planning on going to the Domain for the Jazz...but it seemed windy and we couldnt find parking...and i was wearing heels and i didnt really want to walk far if we happened to find a parking spot that was far from the Domain...so we just headed home after dinner...
It was all for his birthday...Friday night watching Les Arts Saut - Ola Kala...and Dinner on Saturday night...He didnt seem to appreciate it much...even after all the planning and sending out of invitation...*sigh*...
There is nothing cute about going to work at 7am in the morning on the train, noticing how ironically it looks like 5pm in Winter. I felt like i was going in the wrong direction at the wrong time of the day. Its so overcast, the lights at each train station is lit brightly. When the train stopped at Granville, i thought i should go home...take me home damn u!!!
I've been avoiding the possibility of another blood clot in my legs...this time its not just in my left leg, im feeling weird sensations in my right leg too. But its not painful like the DVT i found last year (from breaking my ankle and being in a cast). Funny thing uno, i had been doing heaps of stuff to prevent this from happening. I had been exercising regularly, taking asprin before, during, and after flight, doing those exercises in flight and did a lot of walking while in SG and KL...SO? Well, i have to get a doppler done on both my legs...the doctor agrees that i may be paranoid over some muscular or nerve spasms...but we'll get the doppler done to ease my mind and rule out another DVT. Like WTF! Last year was bad enough...I thought this year would present new beginnings of better things to come!
*grrr*
On another ironic note. A friend asked me where he could get cheap eats for a group of 15-20 people. He said that he was looking at Indian or Middle Eastern cuisine. I thought back to E's 20th birthday...which was actually after the Sydney Olympics when L & E met...and L introduced E to me. We went to Sahara's in Burwood and there was a belly dancer who G was getting really acquainted with...
This flush of memory, remains vivid in my mind...funny thing is, it was over 5 years ago. After i told my friend about it, i quickly called E and told him about it...we have been friends for a very long time now...and the memories are still fresh...
BUT darn it, we are freakin old!!! and E & L are even older farts since they are turning 26 this year, while im just meeting my quarter life crisis.
Saturday 14 January
I wake up and im washing my face...my brother asks my mum when i had the accident? I think to myself, wtf is he talking about...its too early to be arguing about who caused what accident...
My mother asks me, did you scratch your car yesterday? (At this point im about to tell my lil brother off as he was driving my car yesterday)...I start swearing...storm out to look at my car and on the front bumper i see this horrendous scratch mark...3 lines...all white...im like: WTF?!?! I havent been in any accident...i havent scratched my car on my own...i have been really good actually, taking the defensive driving approach...and then i question whether it was my lil brother...and to be honest, he is careful...
I continue to swear as i walk back into the house...my older brother said "it looks like someone hit you"...so obviously it was a hit and run and of course they wouldnt leave their insurance details behind!!! I'm SOOOOO PISSED OFF!!! I assume it happened some time this week...either Wednesday or Thursday...while I parked my car at the trainstation car park! *FUDGE*
I manage to calm down after taking mum grocery shopping in the morning...then i got my hair cut!
Let my rave about something good that came out of the day...
I went to my hairdressers and it seems like its been nearly 3 years since i actually got a proper cut...i have been getting trims but i was trying to grow my hair out and level all the layers so that my hair would all be one length...but 2 years of having dead straight hair in which you cant do much but tie it up...i want to do something to it that would give it a bit of style, but keep the length.
So he trimmed off about 5 cms, and he gave me a fringe...nothing flat, all layery and sweeping to one side...he texturised my hair by cutting my hair twice (its a lengthy task at hand, but a very good technique...he usually avoids doing it since it takes so long, but he did it for me, cos im SPECIAL!) *LoL*
It was pretty scary to see him "texturising" my hair...cos it seemed like he was lopping a lot of it off...and he did actually lop a lot off...but thankfully, i have heaps of hair!
The lady who washes hair and does the blow drying...she was sweeping my hair up off the floor and tapped me on my shoulder to show me how much was there and she said "look there is sooo much hair, its enough for 3 people". Her dustpan was too full to sweep it all up in one go...she had to do it twice.
Afterwards, i was pretty happy, he kept the same length but my head was soo much lighter...no more headaches from carrying too much hair on my head (yes, i was starting to get headaches, which now have disappeared...so im assuming it was from carrying so much weight on my head)...I believe it takes less time to air dry my hair now, not like the hours upon hours it use to take...
After the haircut, i went home and got ready for dinner at Bistro Lilly at the Observatory Tower, The Rocks. The restaurant seemed nice and seductive...and i really enjoyed my barramundi...the flesh came off the skin so easily...and it tasted really fresh! I really loved their dark chocolate frozen mousse that came with the strawberry brulee...it was lip smacking yum!
Only gripe would be that their toilets really sucked. In my opinion, part of fine dining is the whole experience...the better the restaurant...the better the facilities, which include the toilets. It seems that Bistro Lilly's toilet is the adjoined toiled from the rest of the Observatory Tower...which is a shame...
My bf didnt like the service he was getting from (what it seemed like) the only waiter who was looking after the customers. I didnt like him either (but i dont usually like the service unless its impeccable), he seemed to treat my bf more hostile than he treated me.
Its okay, but i dont think i would ever go there again...
We were planning on going to the Domain for the Jazz...but it seemed windy and we couldnt find parking...and i was wearing heels and i didnt really want to walk far if we happened to find a parking spot that was far from the Domain...so we just headed home after dinner...
It was all for his birthday...Friday night watching Les Arts Saut - Ola Kala...and Dinner on Saturday night...He didnt seem to appreciate it much...even after all the planning and sending out of invitation...*sigh*...
