Thursday, July 29

Wednesday, July 28

Sunday, July 25

Saturday, July 24

Thursday, July 22

The Alphabet Survey
age?	24
book you are reading now?	the lords of the rings (for the past half a year)
cat or dog?	dog
drug of choice?	alcohol, and lots of it
elephants and YOU never forget ________?	to make lots of noise when we're happy
favourite food?	everything, really.
got to have _______ before bed.	moisturiser
hearing ______ in the room right now.	virgin radio
i love ________ in the morning.	music
just quote me: ______________.	everything happens for a reason
keepsake?	my one million dollar note
lemons are sour and _________ is sweet.	ice cream
makes me happy when _______.	people laugh (but not AT me)
nobody knows that ______.	i'm too much of a sentimentalist
over my shoulder is ______.	my hair
people _______.	are nice, most of the time
quietness is _________.	unsettling
right now i'm wearing _______.	my pyjamas
sports i play ______.	shopping
today i ________.	had a stressful day
under my bed is ________.	too much junk
vow to never ________.	overeat
what would you do with a million bucks?	go shopping! and donate some of it to charity
xerox machines are fun. what would you copy 100 times?	cute little quotes
your nickname is ______.	tiny fry
zoo animal you identify with is ______.	otters
Create a survey!

muttered deb @ 11:22:00 pm |

Wednesday, July 21

[topsy turvy]

it's 11pm, and i'm having dinner. only because i should eat something otherwise my stomach will get bad again. work's hectic, there seem to be alot of things i'm doing wrong.

sometimes i just wish that someone would tell me what my direction in life should be, so i can start heading towards that way. i'm beginning to like alcohol more than food. probably not a good thing.

sigh.

it's just that feeling you get when everything just doesn't feel right.
i think perhaps it's time to go and read my horoscope to see what it says. or better still, to see when it'll pass!

muttered deb @ 10:54:00 pm |

Sunday, July 18

[gossips.. oh i mean, exchanging opinions]

it's always great when you can get together with some close friends and just gossip the day away. i managed to meet up with two ex-colleagues today and exchange all the little bits of info that we all have. the industry's been going into a slight upheaval the past few weeks because lots of people are shifting around and moving to different magazines and different areas.

later tonight i'm meeting up with my old secondary school friends too, so we can have a nice catch-up session. i'll take pictures too, so wait for it!

muttered deb @ 9:05:00 pm |

Saturday, July 17

[exhausted]

long week just passed, i'm exhausted. i'm just glad that it's a physical tiredness and not an emotional one.
looking forward to the weekend. i'm glad it started with lots of alcohol.
going to sleep
more later!

muttered deb @ 2:57:00 am |

Wednesday, July 14

[strange encounters of the third kind]

i had to make my way down to genting lane this morning for a photoshoot that i was helping CLEO with. and as i got there and pressed the button for the lift, a creepy old man came along and got into the lift with me. he was a little odd, and kept staring at me. made me feel a little uneasy, but i shrugged it off. and as i was messaging my colleague, he came over to look at my phone and mumbled something. i ignored him, because really, it's a bit rude to try to take a look at someone's phone when they're using it at the same time. and much to my horror i realised he was getting out at the same floor as me. so i looked around to try and find the unit i was supposed to go, and made my way. imagine my reaction when i realised that the creepy old man was following me into the photographer's studio! now i didn't want to say anything in case he worked there, and i was being rude. by then one of my colleagues had arrived, and she sat down to talk to me while creepy old man tried to listen in on our conversation.
it was only a long time later when the photographer had arrived and creepy old man tried to say that he was part of our photoshoot (and we vehemently said he wasn't) that they realised he didn't belong there.
apparently it's never happened before, so i was the lucky first! gina (the art director of CLEO) says we're just magnets for psychos.
i am never going back there again!!

and you'd think that'd be enough for one day. but wait, no! there's more!

while i'm sitting down to have my nails done for the shoot, the manicurist started talking to one of her colleages over me (i was sitting in between them) and they were saying how i looked a bit japanese, that my features were quite nice because i'm fair and my eyes are a nice shape. and then the manicurist says 'they're very nice. just a bit bui.'
HELLO? i'm sitting RIGHT THERE! it's not as if i'm invisible or anything. i know i'm not the skinniest person (and truthfully neither is she) but really, do you have to tell someone that they're quite good looking, just a bit FAT?
i really couldn't believe my ears!
just how many people like that are there out there??

although on a good note, chad's got an interview next week! and i got a surprise phone call about some opportunities for the future...

muttered deb @ 9:29:00 pm |

[black faces not welcome]

i had a photoshoot today for our beauty pages that usually consists of 3 different shots (and 3 different looks) and takes about 4 hours to do. today, we took TWICE the amount of that time. EIGHT hours. for THREE shots! i'm really not impressed at all. we can finish a fashion shoot that consists of seven different shots in 5 hours. and these three shots took eight hours. and we can pinpoint it down to the one factor that made us take that long.

the girl doing the hair.

first she showed up with a black face and a bad attitude, which only seemed to get blacker and more intolerable as the night wore on. she never smiled, never said anything and didn't even seem to want to be there in the first place. now i have to mention that when we get someone to do the hair for our beauty shoots, we usually ask one of the salons (there's only one we ask from, but i'm not going to mention names) and they send someone down to do it for us. it's great publicity for them, plus we've established a pretty good relationship with them over the years. this is the first time they've sent someone who did a really substandard job.

she seemed to only want to do the bare minimum to get by, and the model's hair just did not look like there was any life to it. i don't know if she's inexperienced or what, but if you know you're not an expert, then at least take the time to learn and try. all this girl did was kept looking at her watch and talking on the phone. now really, how are you going to get any work done if you're clock watching, and your hand is busy holding the phone? it took her almost an hour to curl the model's hair, and that's only the parts nearest to her face (we told her not to bother with the rest of it. it would have just taken way too long).

ineptitude at its worst.
really not impressed.

when we finally wrapped the shoot at 10pm, she picked up her stuff and stalked off. not even a mention that she was going, or 'thanks everyone, bye!'. she literally slammed all her things into her bags and took off. black face, an attitude and no manners. things are not looking good for her. i think she's going to get a real talking to at work tomorrow, because no one's going to put up with this sort of thing.

man i'm bushed. i've still got another shoot tomorrow, but thank goodness i don't have to do much except sit there.
time for bed. at least no black faces in my dreams!

muttered deb @ 12:35:00 am |

Monday, July 12

[a nice long hot shower]

ahhh the simple pleasures of life. having a wonderfully nice long hot shower and not having to bend over to wash your hair. today, exactly three months ago, i went for my surgery. and since then i havent' had a proper shower until today.
i didn't even realise how much i missed having a shower, and i don't think my mom's ever seen anyone so excited to have a shower before in her life!

*update*
one of my best friend's brother is getting married! (it's about time really)
and another best friend's sister is pregnant!
ooh i love it when there's good news!

muttered deb @ 10:18:00 pm |

[flower power morning]

what's your inner flower?

[c] sugardew

i got a bit of a sleep-in today because of my NUH appointment. it's no point for me to go to work, then come almost all the way home for my appointment. so at least i can wake up a bit more relaxed, and slowly get myself together. i think the week coming up will be a little hectic esp with the mega booklet i've been put in charge of. good chance for my career, but bad for my stomach, skin and diet which will probably suffer because of it!

hmm what to wear, what to wear....

muttered deb @ 9:54:00 am |

Sunday, July 11

20 Questions to a Better Personality

Wackiness: 56/100
Rationality: 50/100
Constructiveness: 56/100
Leadership: 50/100


You are a WECF--Wacky Emotional Constructive Follower. This makes you a candle burning at both ends. You work until you drop, and you play until you can stand to work again. You have so much enthusiasm that you can find it hard to control on your own, and you appreciate the guidance that channels your energy and lets you be your best.

In a relationship, you require lots of attention and support. You often over-contribute and end up feeling depleted and cheated. You may benefit from more time alone than you grant yourself.

Your driving force is the emotional support of others--especially affection. You can run on empty for miles if you have positive energy behind you. Without it--as it occasionally must run dry--you are depressive, listless, and difficult to motivate.

You need a lot of affection. Get it any way you can, but never at the cost of your self-respect or well-being.

WOW! i'm not sure what to say! I think this is really quite accurate!!

muttered deb @ 1:41:00 pm |

Thursday, July 8

[my little furball]

when i got home today, pebbles was so excited to see me! i think she'd been alone at home most of the day (except for my grandma) but if i was stuck at home alone with my grandma, i'd just be happy to see ANYONE really.

she jumped around and followed me into my room, kept rubbing her head in my legs and i scratched and i tickled and i scratched somemore. she kept following me around the house so i started wrestling with her. i think she really must have been quite lonely because she enjoyed it so much! then i gave her a huge big hug until i could hear her faintly growling. i think i might have hugged alittle too tightly! hehehe

now my shirt's all covered with green fluff from my pashmina and dog fur from pebbles. i wonder if i took it to sell, if anyone would think it was designed that way and buy it? haha!

she's already about 12 years old, and her body's starting to tire out. we live on the 4th floor of a walk-up apartment, so it's getting harder and harder for her to get up the stairs after a walk. most of the time we just carry her up the stairs now.

it's kinda cute though, her muzzle's starting to get whiter and whiter, even though her fur's still pretty black. but if you looked at her, you'd think she was probably only about two years old. she's got one of those young faces!

my little furball.

aren't i the cutest thing you've seen?

muttered deb @ 8:57:00 pm |

Monday, July 5

[the day of reckoning]

let's just go through my day bit by bit, shall we?

i woke up late this morning because i had an appointment with my doctor at NUH, and didn't have to be there until 1130. my mom and i decide that it might be worthwhile to go a bit earlier, just in case he's a bit freer and can see us before our appointment time (of course you'd think we'd learn by now - doctors are never free enough to move appointments up!). so i'm awake about 830, just lounging around and getting ready really slowy. my stomach is starting to hurt a bit, so i think maybe it's just because i'm hungry.

by the time i get changed, have a bit of brunch and head off to NUH at about 1045, my stomach is really painful and i realise i've had another gastric attack. we get to NUH and due to a mix-up, we realise i'm not supposed to be there until next week. sigh. luckily at this time i've stuffed my face with some antacids, but my stomach is still really hurting alot.

on the way to drop me off at the train station so i could go to work, my mom asks if i want to see our family doctor since i don't look like i'm getting any better. so off we go, and he tells me 'yes, it's gastric' and gives me some medicine. i get an MC for the day, and we head on home. i try to get hold of the office because i'm meant to have my appraisal at work today at 1pm. i don't think it'd be very nice if i just don't show up and tell them i'm on MC. on the way home however, all the pain in my stomach stops! i think the antacids i'd been stuffing my face with have kicked in, so i decide heading to work is probably a good idea. i don't want my boss thinking that i'm trying to avoid doing my appraisal.

and really, the appraisal goes pretty smoothly. that's the thing i like about my editor-in-chief. she's very objective and she'll always listen to what you have to say. so we sit down and we talk through the form that i've filled out about what i like about my job, what i don't like, what i think i need help with, and which areas i think can be improved. she tells me the thing she appreciates me doing, and what i can get better at, and i tell her the problems i have in being efficient with my job. it's all good, so i'm happy.

(jann is going to kill me but i didn't get a promotion)
it does, however, look like it's very possible that it will happen, but i've got to buck up on a few things first to prove to them i can handle it. i think that's fair enough though, and i'm just happy with the knowledge that my bosses are going to help me achieve the position and goal that i want. the last time we did an appraisal, i'd only been with the company for six months, so at that time i still didn't have a vision or an idea of what i really wanted to do. but two years down the line, i know what i want to do, and now i know what i have to do to get it!

(good news jann, i did get a raise!)
it's a whopping $45 more.
hahaha! hey, i'm not in it for the money. i'm just really glad i'm working towards a fixed position now, and i'm going to show them that i want it bad enough.
who knows, by the end of the year you could be looking at the Beauty and Lifestyle Writer for The Singapore Women's Weekly :)
and then maybe they'll give me more than $45 more. $$!

muttered deb @ 7:52:00 pm |

Sunday, July 4

[sick to my stomach]

i am thoroughly disgusted, appalled and dismayed. i walked into the kitchen just now to get a drink and found my grandmother wiping a tray with a rag. a very very black dirty rag. the same rag that we'd be using to clean the floor, and the computer and everything else that had dust and dirt on it. the tray she was wiping was covered in dog hair, and she didn't even think anything was wrong.

me: 'why are you using that rag to wipe the tray? it's so dirty!'
her: 'i was trying to get the oil off the tray' (there's no oil on it by the way)
me: *grabbing the tray and using a proper sponge with soap* 'we just used that rag to clean the floor!'
her: 'how i know?'
me: 'it's BLACK. it's completely BLACK and so dirty. how can you use it to wipe the dishes?'
her: *throws it in the sink*
me: 'DON'T PUT IT IN THE SINK! it's DIRTY!!'
her: *walks off*
me: *grossed out to no end*

i washed that tray within an inch of its life, then i looked at the dishes that were on the rack drying and decided they all needed a clean too. i cannot believe that she couldn't tell the rag was dirty, because it's black beyond belief. it's no wonder our family always has stomach problems all the time. i don't believe that someone should have to wash a dish everytime they want to use it. esp not in their own home.

argh! i just feel so sick to my stomach. how can someone NOT have enough common sense to see if something's dirty or not? it's just really really disgusting. and trust me, we've had rags lying around before that she's wiped her mouth with. we all just stand around with our jaws on the floor. i think her appalling habits are turning me into an obsessive compulsive cleaner.

muttered deb @ 4:52:00 pm |

Saturday, July 3

[these feet are made for walking]

well, not really. they've been aching and in pain since i had to wear my lovely vnc shoes. really, the shoes aren't that bad, just that the soles are really hard and i had to walk more than i anticipated. but i guess it's giving my leg muscles a good workout, and there's no way i'm giving up wearing heels. i'm just going to take a hiatus from it for now, till they can recover!

i've been pretty busy at work running around and trying to finish all my articles while getting the stuff for the beauty shoot together. it's not as easy as it sounds because there's alot of trawling around town looking for the right things. i love the challenge of it though, and i'm glad that i've been given the chance to do it. today i got my first whiff of a chance at a promotion. it was just a tiny whiff, but it gave me alot of hope because i was getting to the point where i was about to give up on my job already. i think it was just going through that period where i felt everything was just the same - i was doing things by routine and not really using my brain anymore. and there's only so much of that you can take until you just start to feel so restless.

i don't want to hope for too much but i'll be keeping my fingers crossed for now!

muttered deb @ 12:32:00 am |

Thursday, July 1

[funny quote of the day]

from meredith in perth (you're a twice published person now!)

"Last year I was buying my first corporate suit, and one of the tops was kind of like a corset and had eye hook things that did up at the front. Anyway, the sales woman all of a sudden reached in and re-arranged my boobs. Talk about freaked out. My boyfriend at the time wished he could have been there. I did mention she was about 150 kilos with a really thick Eastern European accent. That's pretty much why I freaked out. Big butch lesbian mumma. All the women prison movies I have ever seen played through my mind. And I thought, "I'm too young to be anybody's bitch!!"

However, having said that, the top was to die for so I bought it. And my boobs did look better after she re-arranged them. Damn it! I have no idea what the point to that story was, but I just entertained myself re-reading it so go with it."

muttered deb @ 12:39:00 pm |

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