Fallen angel

When does a crush finishes? Is there a grace period to it? And how does one exactly get over a crush? By having another crush for someone else? Argh! It has been more than three weeks now since i was hit and bitten by the crush bug. As anticipated, the first few days was filled with endless goosebumps and fluttering butterflies as i busied myself trying to generate the best first impression ever. Getting ready for work somehow seems like an impossible task to do, and when does matching your boxer to the colour of your shirt matters to anyone before? But it does now as there might be a 0.05 percent chance of you taking it off in a fury of passion over the copier machine, and you won't want to be caught dead in a striking looser-than-jenna-jameson orange pokka dot boxer!

But as the week comes to an end and the reality that he doesn't feel the same way towards you kick in, and you know no matter how cute and sex kitten-like you parade around him doesn't help anymore, you just want to kill yourself. The feeling is worst than waiting on tables at an outdoor wedding in the rain. And over a restless four hour sleep, the only solution that you could come up with is to forget about him and try to move on. Well, logical as it seems, it's harder said than done. The lies i tried to convience myself, the excuse i utter whenever my heart beats faster doesn't help in any way to ease his effect on me. The more i try to erase him from my thoughts the more his presence seems to be haunting my senses. Is there no ending to a crush? Is there life after crush?

But what haunt me the most is not knowing what when wrong?

*ahem* Public Announcement *ahem*

Oh by the way, i got myself a new toy. Jangan marah! Aw.

Toughest poll ever!

After a long and grueling three hours of intense brainstorming, here are my top five (and the only five) gal that i felt i would most likely go straight for. Did i mention most likely? It might not happen, but if i do make a u-turn back to straightville, well, you'll know who's responsible for it.

note : i really did tried my best to come up with more options, but it's just too much of a torture to do so. The thought of boobs and you-know-where is already giving me endless nightmare. I can't think anymore. Don't make me. NOoo!!!

Huhhhh?!!

I was having my usual midnight caesar salad session at starbuck with lil miss mei when i found out that billie holiday is a WOMAN! Why didn't anybody point this out to me before? Did i miss a memo or something? Does everyone know that Billie holliday is a woman? Or is it just me? I'm saying this not because i'm being the superficial self that i can be but i have always thought that billie holiday is a man. I've heard her song a couple of times but i've never really pay attention to google her picture so it was a real shock to me. I think from now on i need to pay more attention to the details! It's a must! Aww.

Henners the parasite

I know he's so gonna kill me for this but i can't help being extremely excited (till the point of hyperventilation) for his current love affair with a certain creative director at a certain advertising agency. For those who doesn't know henners, well, he looks under-nourish most of the time, thinks he's the manliest man in the whole of jakarta even though we all know he's like the biggest queen ever and he's simply my bestest clubbing kaki.

So if you happen to bump into him the next time you're out and about at stadium or zouk, do me a favor and give him a huge hug on my behalf. I'm just so excited + happy + delighted + ecstatic + cheery + jovial! Yeah!

Daydreaming as usual

You know you are the hottest thing in town when boys keep coming over to your office by the truck loads. That was what happen to me! Of course there is also the tinnie winnie little fact that they are here mainly for yet another casting appointment with miss fabulous, but nevertheless it was a cuci mata session for me and the girls at the office. One fine specimen come in the form of a 6-footer guy-next-doorish dude name Jonathan. I normally don't do no chinese, but he is something else. He's a living and breathing flaming lamborghini! Aww.

note to self : the only slack bit about him is that he's as straight as a pin. i don't even think he knows how to spell g a y. too bad, too sad. his lost, not mine.

I'm Oscar the Grouch!

Lately i've come to the conclusion that i am perpetually a tight arse grouch who gets a constant high from sulking. Especially when i am at work, i can flip from being little miss sunshine to oscar the grouch in just 0.025 seconds. An instant Mr. Grumpy Pants 2007 candidate. Oh well, maybe i'm finally getting old. Maybe it's about time to retire and move to my malibu beach front mansion, sipping barrels of long island tea and playing volleyball with the neighbour son. Hmm...

Pan Labyrinth

The last time i step into a movie theater, it turns out to be a horrible experience. I came out an hour and fifty nine minutes later, pale with a half box of uneaten popcorns, in full on shock mode. Nobody told me that pan labyrinth is not a happy-happy-joy-joy children fairy tale. I was half expecting scenes of friendly elves in matching suits, teleporting kitchen cabinets and talking platypus. No. None of those make it to the final script. Instead it's second to second filled with useless pin size third class fairies, eyeless pile of mutated rubber, slimy underground passage way and a century old fern faggot. Needless to say, it was a bloody horror film that's so bad, it makes american pie seems like an oscar winning materpiece. And thanks to our champion subtitle writer and hard working censorship classifier, pan labyrinth is by far the only movie played in our local movie theater that allows fuck and bitch to be part of the script. All those horrifying fist smashing-mouth cutting-nazi torturing scenes that fail to be edited out, left me creeping to the edge of my seat. Pan Labyrinth is definitely not a movie for the weak-hearted. Personally, it's like watching an ugly version of alice in wonderland. Ew (shivering) Awful.

Just another day at work...

The disastrous month of march

I wouldn't say i've done a lot of shoot during my five years stay in the industry, but i must say the last shoot i did was just catastrophic. Everything that could possibly go wrong, went wrong. It's like damn suey la. All the scheduling hiccups, talent unavailability's, missed flight (yes, all 24 of us missed the god damn flight to langkawi!), last minute location approvals and oh ya, the two hundred and forty wardrobe fit on set, simply sums up my traumatic month of march.

Adding up to all this is the inevitable fact that both the agency and client on this job have peanuts as brains. It was constant babbling from the fat fuck to the numerous nonsensical questions from mr yellow shirt. A day wouldn't be complete without us being verbally tortured, physically drained and mentally stress out.

However, being the sunshine bunnies that we are, we still manage to sneak in a few mischievous polaroid moments in between the cruelty...