*sweat*

I VERY MANY STRESSNESS!!!

Of All The Rotten Luck

I'm thinking that my Monday was already decidedly off to a bad start from the time I woke up considering I found myself looking into the mirror with YET ANOTHER PIMPLE staring back at me.

One ruby per fortnight with the last one
just before the Nuffnang Pajama Party!?
Cannot liddat lah.

-_-

Haiyo. And rotten timing also, wei. I've got meetings with clients all week! Aargh! They're gonna think, "Eeyer, this Copywriter never wash face wan uh." How lah!?


And then, Ah Beng decided to go on EL today, leaving me to fend for the rights of The Cu•bi•cle alone. So un-Zen. What with the non-existence of lala, feng thau music and all things Ah Beng-ish. So tak biasa. Way too quiet also.


Then, this TVC I was working on hadn't enough frames for all I had to say so now... dunno how also. Gotta wait for other people to get back to me or else I've got to squeeze something out of whatever's there. Funny. It's like I was hired to work miracles. -_-


Not enough, Male Ah Lian and I realised UPON PRESENTATION TO SUIT (meaning after brainstorming for hours over a few days, after approval of ideas by creative heads, after preparation of initial visuals and copy, after feedback from creative heads, after making the necessary amendments, and after final approval by creative heads) that we've been working on an inaccurate understanding of an unclear brief!!! AAARRGGHHHH! Frus or not? It's back to the drawing board for us now to prepare for presentation to client TOMORROW. That's in like 9 hours!!! How lah!?


And then, after rushing everything out for all my other clients so that I can focus on what's most urgent for me at this point in time deadline-wise, I went home and then, on the way, MY TAYAR MATI-KOYAK-PANCIT ON THE WAY COS OF A STUPID POTHOLE!!!

Suey or not? I ask you, today I suey or not!?

My only consolation was that I wasn't driving home alone. See, this is why girls should never never ever travel alone at night. Thank goodness I'm smart. And brilliant. And brainy. And brilliant some more. (Yes, I like saying that I'm brilliant. Anyway, cut me some slack lah, okay. I've had a bad day. I have the right to enjoy some extent of narcissism in this post.) Malangnya, I wasn't smart enough to travel with somebody who knows something (anything!) about cars.

Uncle here took half an hour to figure out
how to remove the jack from my boot. -_-

Like pangsai liddat, hor?

Quite fail lor. Thank goodness I'm an AAM member. See, another proof that I'm brilliant. *big big smile* (Okay, fine. My mom's the brilliant one for getting me signed up when I started driving. -_- I give credit when credit's due wan lah.) So, AAM guy came and finished up the job in 5 minutes. No joking, no exaggeration. 5 minutes. FLAT. Uncle cannot fight AAM guy lah. AAM guy wins hands down. But at least Uncle tried, right? It's the effort and the thought that counts. Bravo, Uncle. You did well.

So now, I'm driving around with this:

No rims, no nothing! Just plain botak. So ugly.
Need to get replacement car tire tomorrow.

Haih.

Tuesday had better be better than this laaaa.
Now, I gotta get to work. Ugh, I hate my life.

-_-


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IMPORTANT NOTE TO SELF:
Replace car tire that died-ed by. This. Week.
No procrastination allowed. Not this time.

Bimbo Strikes Back

I went shopping yesterday. Like, the spontaneous-bimbo-shopping a.k.a buy-before-you-think kind of shopping. And I soooo gave in to the bimboness within by buying PINK STILETTOS!

Tada!

I know. The colour's so not me, right? But nice?

Nice, right?
(Say 'RIGHT'.)

And they're damn comfy for stilettos lor. No joke. I think I could escape a wild boar in these babies. NOSE not bad lah actually. Summore got 20% discount. Only found out after I paid. Haha. The girl at the counter was pretty sweet about it. Layan me all the way. Summore can giggle and tell me that I made it just in time for the discount. Haha. Funny. But always good to make friends with sales people, right? =)

But let's not talk about her no more.
Cos the purpose of this post is...

MY NEW PINK STILETTOS!!!

Ignorethelegsandfocusontheshoespleasethankyou.

I tell you, with this one purchase can say confirm-firm lah. I, Pam Song, am QUEEN of Bimbo and QUEEN of Pink all rolled in one. PINK stilettos, wei. Dun play play. See one more time.

HAH! TAKE THIS, XIAXUE!!!

Wakakaka.

I very many happy cos I very likes cheap thrills.

Every Baby MUST Have An English Name

If I was a big shot in high places who was connected to the right people at the right time, I'd make it compulsory for every child born to have an English name. DIE DIE MUST HAVE! Why? Cos Chinese names like so blardee hard to remember lor!

See this cutie? She was my Baby of the Day and
I really liked her and how well-behaved she was but
I CAN'T FOR THE LIFE OF ME
REMEMBER HER NAME!!!

-_-

Sad case bo?
Quite sad case, right?!

Haih.

Okay lah, so I cannot remember Chinese names wan. But it's not just me loh. The other teachers at the nursery expressed their difficulty in remembering Chinese names, too! And, unfortunately for Cutie right here, she was introduced to me with her Chinese name. -_- So, in an effort to personalise my relationship with her further and to bring it to the next level when it comes to our Sunday Nanny vs. The Nannied (I doubt there's such a word) relationship, I took it upon me to rename this baby in my books as Baby from this day forth!

Tee hee hee.

See? So easy to take care of kids under the age of 2.
They answer to anything you call them! =p

So parents-to-be, listen up and pay attention to what I'm saying!!! Ms Nanny License here says that if you're not a Grace, an Esther or a Sar (WHOA. Coincidence. I promise!); a Lisa, an Elizabeth or a Pam (ahem!), you're automatically a Baby, okay! You have been forewarned.

On an entirely separate note altogether,
I have a question for you guys.

Should I stay on bimbo mode for good or should I just scrap the thought altogether? Or... should I resort to indecisiveness and bounce back and forth between the two every once in awhile? You tell me.

It's Heeerreee!!!

It's 8am. And that post title sounds a whole lot cheerier than I feel right now but... IT'S EASTER SUNDAY!!! WHEEE!!!

I'm off to church. Cherio!

Past Tense

I dance. Or rather, I dance-D.

-_-

It's just something I used to do. Something I used to enjoy doing. Something I would probably still enjoy doing if I had the time or the chance to. It's something I haven't done in over... a year, maybe? Wow. Has it really been more than a year already? Funny how time flies when you stop counting the days. When you stop caring about things that matter.


Every time I'm at events with dance performances, my hands and feet start twitching. But my body stays still as ever. Because my heart is aching. It aches so badly when I see their smiling faces looking down at me from the stage before me. And even when they slip up, I wish it was me up there slipping up. Messing up. And ruining the show. That's how much I want it to be me.

But that's impossible.

Because slip up or no slip up,
it's not me up there.

It's not me dancing up there.

I've painfully learnt to put my dancing days behind me. But I have to admit... I really miss those days. Days when my muscles ached from 12-hour practices. When two hands with ten fingers couldn't finish counting the bruises I come home with. Times when I underwent physiotherapy for back, knee and ankle injuries thanks to the many falls my body was put through. It sucked then but I loved the way it sucked. Because it only sucked cos the aches, bruises and injuries only meant less dance-hours and less performances. Not because I didn't love the sport. (Yes, dancing is a sport.) And I miss it. I miss it all. Cos it's been so long. It's been too long.


I wonder if I can still remember how my body should move to the music. They say it comes naturally. Like learning to ride a bike. I wonder if I still pick up steps as easily as I used to. I wonder if being able to touch my toes still means that I'll able to perform splits and lifts. -_- I'm not willing to bet on it. I feel like I've aged 10 years in the last 12 months. Ugh.


I've let my hours at work steal so much from me. Time with my friends. Time with my loved ones. Time with my family. Time with the people who matter to me. And time doing things that I want to do. Like watching movies, hanging out, listening to music, shopping, relaxing by myself, reading and... well, dancing.

I want to dance again.

But... how!? Sigh.

Help! My Parents Are Fighting!

Haha. Not.

But people don't believe that, right?

Nope, people don't believe that my parents don't fight.
Cos... "Where got couples dun fight wan?" they ask.

Ugh.

It's pathetic. This entire situation is pathetic.

It's pathetic to not be able to believe that people aren't always at each other's necks and throats all the time. It's pathetic to grow up believing that fighting between spouses and loved ones are natural. That it's a way of life. Like how babies cry when they poop. Well, know this: it's not. It's NOT natural. And it's NOT normal. And it's sad that there are those of us who think that it is.

That doesn't say very much about
the culture we're living in, does it?

It's not that I'm being idealistic, unrealistic or impractical, okay. Heck, I'm living in the same world you're in! And no, I'm not saying that there will never be disagreements. We're human. With peeves and sensitive spots. And that's okay. All I'm saying is that there's no need to fight it out. Talking things out works, too! And sometimes, it's also okay to agree to disagree. That's why couples still have TWO brains. Not one.


And just so you know, it's not that the people who don't argue don't have good comebacks, okay. They just don't WANT to send you a nice comback or lash out at you... just because they love you. I know it sounds totally ridiculous but, humour me and just think about it for a second. Why do you argue? The bottom line is that it's because you want the other person to see your point of view. Because you hope that they'll eventually agree with you. Because you care about how they think about you and you hope that they care about what you're saying. Right? So isn't there some form of love in that? A warped kind of love, I must say, but still... it's love, nevertheless.

But love shouldn't be like that. Why?
Cos love is patient. And love is kind.
(I shall stop there and not go on any further
lest I am made to pay copyright charges.)

And a person who loves another does NOT let his or her emotions get the better of him or her no matter what the situation. But that's tough to do 24/7, right? So I guess that makes my parents' relationship a real tough act to follow. Tough... but not impossible.

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POST TRIVIA: I wrote the first half of this post a little over half a year ago. Seriously. Just never ended up finishing or publishing it cos it just 'wasn't the right time'. *rolls eyes* So drama. Anyway, it's been so long that I can't even remember who 'people' is anymore. Haha. Not at all lah. Can't even remember the context. So I guess that kinda means that there's no offending anyone no more, right? So I'll just go ahead and publish it. If it's you or if you think that 'people' could possibly be you, drop me a comment, a line or an email and we'll see if our stories match up. =p

Mind Over Matter

Self-psychosis. Playing pretend. Chronic denial. Selective retention and recall. Positive thinking. It's all supposed to be good for us when we're overwhelmed with 'stuff', right? (In my case, Stuff = Work. -_-) YA! RIGHT! So how? Find a bumper sticker that says what you want to say in ways you wanna say it without you saying it so that it seems like you never said it. Heh.

Hmmm. I think it works!
I feel better already. =)


p/s: This bumper sticker thingy
is so bloody addictive lah!