Ghetto Heaven

The Maybank ATM card belongs to a woman who was using the ATM in front of me when I was queuing up to take our some money after work. When she left, I was still fumbling around my bag looking for my card. When I looked up at the screen, it said:

"Would you like to make another transaction? Yes/No."

It didn't register for a second. I turned around, a little confused, but she already disappeared into the crowd. I hit yes, balance inquiry, and waited.

"Your account balance is RM 3280.00. Would you like to make a withdrawal? Yes/No."

Holy shit! 3 grand?! Gasp, don't mind if I do...!

Of course I didn't. I wistfully hit Cancel and sighed as I saw the limited edition pair of Manolo Blahniks I was bidding on ebay on fade away...

After I finished emptying my own bank account (sigh), I turned around and told Nik about it. We tried to look for her, but she didn't come back and I had no idea what she looked like except that she was indian, had curly hair and a black top on. We decided I should return the chaturbate card to the bank in the morning.

Man, that could've been a new pair of Manolos! But, cheesy as it sounds, the 'Do unto others as you would have them do unto you' line always pops into my head on cue and autopilots my conscience. I do suppose good karma would be more gainful in the long run than a pair of shoes.. haha.

I'm going to spend the rest of my night in bed. Good night!

Splash

In anticipation of the weekend, I 'accidently on purpose' agreed to go out partying tonight. Might regret it when I wake up tomorrow late for work with my mascara on my cheeks and my lipstick on my own collar, but hey :)

Waitaminute, I don't actually wear lipsticks, so thats OK then!

I spilt some water on my laptop this morning.. everything seems okay so far but I'm really paranoid. Argh!!

Pictures from the weekend at Heinven Green Room Festival and the press preview. It rocked!

Faze Action's lead singer

Groovejam's Bassist

Event MC, Asha Gill

Mainstage at the festival grounds

Groovejam performing.. woo hoo!

The first moment I clapped eyes on him, I was in love. Hook-line-sinker love. He was utterly handsome, of the jaw-dropping variety (major stud) and appeared to be single (but you never know). His strides were confident. I was immediately distracted by his legs. They were so powerful. I don't think I've ever used that adjective to describe legs before. His thighs were just amazing. Like I said, I was in love.

I really wouldn't use the word lust in this context, however tempted you might be to correct me.

I spent the next few minutes just watching him move, somewhat hypnotised by his rhythm and grace. He mesmerised me. I was just thinking of what it would be like to ride him when he suddenly stopped. And turned. And appeared to be turning towards where I was sitting by the bench. My heart did a stop-turn, too. God, he was a gorgeous creature, quite unlike anything I've seen before except in the jasmin live movies.

His eyes met mine for a second and I knew I had to touch him.

He came right up to me, so I stood and stared at him. His eyes were dark brown and warm.

"Hello, gorgeous."

I stretched my hand out and wished I had an apple to offer him. I kissed him instead.

Shoes

My Bluefly.com Affiliate application has been rejected. Haha :D

Speaking of Bluefly, I was surfing the site yesterday and came across this shoe brand:

There's a shoe chain with the same name in Malaysia and they have the same logo as well. I'm thinking that it's a blatant fake, because the ones here are about the same price range as Vincci shoes. Can someone clue me in on this?

And speaking of shoes, my Nine West platforms broke yesterday just as I was leaving the jasminelive.online office. I had to walk barefoot to the mall and get it fixed, but unfortunately the cobbler informed me that it will take awhile for the glue to dry (or something) and suggested I come back for it tomorrow.

I bought another pair of shoes. Argh.

She should be frantically packing and getting ready to leave for the airport as I type this. I wish time didn't pass so fast, but like all good things it is always never enough. Now I have December to look forward to!

Shut yer gob!

I have been tempted to disable comments a few times now, but I never went through with it. Mainly because it's amazing to see what happens when, for example, I post a picture of three gorgeous girls. Half the comments are negative. The fact that this is almost like reverse penis envy tickles me no end.

I think my research about people with small penises may just be about done. Why should my comments section be an outlet for your deficiencies?

The only thing that stops me from disabling comments are the great people I've directly or indirectly met as a result of their feedback. :)

Stuff related stuff, and other random stuff

Like, how ironic does this sound to you? My boss gives me a day off and I can't sleep because I am thinking about work. At least I don't have to drag myself out of bed tomorrow morning. I slept through my alarm today and was finally late for work. Late being 9:15 am.

I have grand plans for tomorrow. A visit to the hospital, a long overdue trip to the salon and the official launch of Stuff magazine at Zouk. Stuff (UK's top gadget lifestyle rag) is one of the magazines I am now working under. Shitloads of cool gadgets up for grabs, including a flashy BenQ LCD monitor, a bunch of handphones and the like. Too bad I'm not allowed to participate.. I could sure use a new handphone.

Insomnia.. argh. Maybe a chapter or two of Richard Feynman might help me sleep tonight.

Arsed On Line

America On Line (AOL) has undoubtedly the WORST customer service I have ever come across in my LIFE. Their email support is completely useless (30 emails back and forth and I still get the same template response), and is never replied twice by the same person. Their phone support (Tiff just called on my behalf) is a waste of time and money. How can they CLAIM to be the best online service group ever!?

In progress

My parents presented me with my first Lego set when I was 2. It was of the big Duplex variety, the ones babies can't swallow. I remember that they were my most treasured posession as a , right up until I was 7. Then I got actual Lego. The traditional kind, with a green flat piece to build on. I never got bored of playing with it. I even made tree ornaments out of Lego for Christmas. One day, it just stopped. I can't remember why, or when, but I have always been fickle about my 'mediums'. I saw Lego as an outlet for my need to constantly create.

I'm guessing it was when I got my first computer. I never got bored of that, either. It was an unchartered territory for me as a , and one day curiousity got the better of me. I was using DOS back then. This was before Windows 3.1 even. I noticed a command.com file in every directory I had and decided it was a waste of space. I deleted it, after a few unsuccessful attempts and then nothing worked. Dad came to the rescue a week later, presenting me with a 5" floppy with a command.com file on it. I learnt to be more careful with the delete function.

My next choice of medium was the camera. And then the written word. Most of my hood was spent in seclusion (by choice) alone with my toys, books and computer. I was pretty anti-social. Nothing has changed.

This weblog has served as one of my mediums for 4 years and counting. Some may say that it is long past its expiry date, for something that isn't all that great. I never intended for it to last this long, but it has. For many reasons, I am glad that it did. For many reasons also, I'm not too sure it should have. For one, it is against my true nature to be 'exposed' to so many people that I don't know. In stark reality, I am much more sarcastic and blase (not to mention silly and fucking irritating) and any indications of these characteristics here have only been misinterpreted as - drum roll - me thinking I'm too cool for school. I don't even have to say it.

In the next couple of weeks, I will be making a few changes. I've already started last month when I took down zone3. This is another chapter in my life and I have been putting off making important decisions about it. Work is important to me, and as much as it was a surprise to me at first, I really enjoy the challenge despite the backbreaking hours and lack of proper sleep time. I hardly even have time for myself these days, and let's face it, I have been posting a lot less regularly here. Something has to give, eventually. My art was first to go. I have not created anything out of personal interest in the last year.. sadly.

Perhaps it is time for me to revisit old mediums. There is a Lego fair near the place where I work. I hear Lego has come a long way since the last time I picked up a brick.. :)

Hiss, spat, zzz

I seem to be incapable of coming to work late. I woke up at 7am waaay before my alarm, despite having drag myself into bed at 2 in the morning (that's what time I got home from work). I wish I could've slept in this morning, having had continuous long working hours since my senior resigned. Not in a particularly great mood (understatement) having to close another magazine so soon after the last one (Friday) mainly due to lack of sleep. Coffee count so far, 4. Cigarette count, 9. Argh.

Aptly, a song Tiff sent me last year is stuck in my head. The only line I remember from the chorus goes: "Get out of my way, bitch, get out of my way." Elicited by a colleague who IM-ed me a second ago, asking if she can print colour prints on my black and white laser printer.

Umm.

On dinner, dessert, and shameless donations

Haven't been partying at all lately, hence the lack of posts. But me, Nik, Justin, Gwen and Julian did make a trip out for dinner together, using Justin's belated birthday and Gwen's pending departure for the more happening side of UK as our excuse.

So we found ourselves battling city traffic on Friday night to wine and dine at the new italian chow, Nerovivo. When we got there, it seemed like anyone without a datukship and below 40 looked out of place. Anyone meaning us. But we weren't fazed. After debating the menu for 20 minutes whilst waiting for Justin to turn up (he is ALWAYS late, even for his own belated birthday dinner) I decided on the Argentinean beef.. medium rare, of course.

However, it took 67 minutes for dinner to get to our table via several impatient 'excuse-me-where-is-my-dinners' directed at first at the waitresses, then at the important-looking manager who finally promised me 'in 20 seconds!' but took 2 minutes instead. We were starving by 10:15 pm, some having come straight from work into town and was seriously debating walking out.

When it finally arrived, it was obvious Gwen's 'recommended' marlin main wasn't recommended by someone who actually tried it before, and as for the rest of our mains, we were too hungry to appreciate how it tasted.

All in all, a not very happy experience, and this is how Nerovivo found its way to my 'banned' restaurants list for bad service.

Jules suggested dessert at Bijan next door, his shout. Ooh.

We promptly ordered every ice cream flavour on the menu (there was only four - corn, pandan chendol, pandan and durian). The shocker of the night was the durian ice cream. It was fucking good. Too bad for Justin who ordered it, everyone took a share and it was soon gone. I thought the pandan was well done as well, Jules loved the corn and Nik loved his pandan chendol. Definitely a recommended after dinner place. I have yet to try Bijan's menu, but it looks very promising.

On another, less promising, note - Google's Adsense is not generating enough moolah even with my own frantic clicking, amounting to $0.11/day, to help me pay my webhosting fees at the end of this year, thus I have added a Paypal button in a desperate, shameless attempt at swindling some money out of you wonderfully patient readers (and to try to avoid having to shut down my site eventually). Pay no attention to it, unless you feel like throwing some my way.

Hard out

Last night's Volvo S40 Launch Party was fucking awesome. There were oxygen bars, chocolate fountains and free-flowing alcohol... and a soup bar that served the best lobster cappucino ever! Cafe Del Mar was not bad either. Besides me getting half-smashed on Moet & Chandon and Long Island Teas, the music was rocking and surprisingly I still saw quite a number of familiar faces (Steph, just because you haven't been out for two months doesn't mean everyone else is staying in!)

Right.

Smashing night, dampened by the fact I'm sitting in the office right now rushing more work and rushing to make it to Thirst Asia Semis tonight on time. Pictures later, because my camera is with Nik. Who is not working on a Saturday. Bugger.

Bits of everything

The rest of the week is turning out to be very kelam kabut for me at work. I'm bouncing between a football and a lifestyle magazine. One second I'm learning the difference between Everton and Newcastle U. club logos (I'm your typical female footie ignoramus) and cropping balls (footballs, that is!) and the next I'm going through pictures of fabulous scenery and Ramadhan buffet specials.

At least the renovations are almost over.

Hey, if there are any Cafe del Mar fans out there, you'll be happy to know that they will be in KL for the first time ever tomorrow night at Passion. And Thirst semi-finals are on Saturday. Hello, weekend!

Iwantwannathose...

EEK. So cute.

Powerdrills and green meals

Feels strange to be back in the office. We're renovating. The noise from the construction going on outside coupled with the noise from the renovations inside is driving me nuts. I can't think let alone work. Am in the midst of redesigning a magazine, too. My deadlines are all mashed up together in the next two weeks. I think I have like 4 deadlines or something. Yay.

The Alicia Keys concert on Friday night was all right. I thought the set up was a little unprofessional, having no projector/screen for the peeps who are stuck in the upper gallery seats and her band drowning out her voice on a few songs. Other than that, she's like, THE voice. Apparently, she's not very media friendly. A few media people who were taking vids and photos had their film pulled out and were given a warning by one of the 50-and-counting members of her entourage.. ooh. Good show though. Wish it had a little more bling.

Da da dum.

Holy shit, that's half the day gone. I managed to somehow miss a meeting, eat a whole salad (yueecch!) and stress myself out again. Bah.

Back on track

The press conference didn't happen, but Alicia Keys will still be performing tonight at Stadium Negara so we're going to check her out from a distance.. courtesy of Absolute Entertainment. Hopefully I'm not too tired to check out the afterparty as well! I like afterparties.

I'm in a surprisingly good mood today. Well rested as well, which is almost foreign to me these days.

I received a package from Jo at the office yesterday. Am very excited as I know she was sending me Pivot #3. If you've read my blog during my time in New Zealand, or not, you might remember that Pivot is a magazine that I was involved in starting in my school. It has since developed into something exceptional under Jo's eagle eye, and a few of my colleagues here are well impressed. I am still somewhat involved in it, as Jo hits me up for contributions which I'm gladly emailing over. Issue #3 is special to me because I came up with the concept. Issue #4 is even better and I know it will be a challenge coming up with something good for it. The guys at tech in Wangas are fucking awesome. I miss them.

Speaking of NZ, DJ NME (Matt Harris, Drum and Bass) from Wellington will be in town for the Heineken Found Thirst Semi Finals at Zouk this October 9th.. alongside DJ Bo from Vietnam, DJ Yin from Hong Kong and DJ Airmix from Korea. They are all respective winners of Heineken Thirst in their own countries and are competing for the Thirst Asia Champion title. This is the 2nd leg which is held here. If you can make it, check it out. The finals are in November and Pete Tong will be headlining it. Finally.

OK, over and out. See you on the floor.