i think i'll see you later with one or two shades darker

Sunblock? Check.
Skimpy tops? Check.
Colorful sundress? Check.
Beach shorts? Check.
Bikini? Check.
Sunglasses? Check.
iPod? Check.
Camera? Check.
Thai Bahts$? Check.
Turn on out-of-office assistant? Check.

i think i need to twitter 'my life is not a job' cause this job the colleague is driving me crazy!

1. It's 3 hours to 7, I've decided not to sleep for fear of failing to wake up later because I'm a sleeping beauty who needs undisturbed 6 hours of beauty sleep and kalau dah tidur pukul 4 pagi, jangan harap lah nak bangun pukul 7 kan..

2. I am stressed out. Burnt out. I am underpaid and overworked. LOL :P On a serious note, I feel like leaving this job. I hate my boss and his blue-eyed boy the butt-kisser who sticks to him like a dick wart. I'm gonna hold them responsible for deteriorating my performance. I mean, if the boss is not too busy memeram telur and at least do some of his work and not too delegate too much of powerpoint job and the butt-kisser is not too busy butt-kissing and not nosing about everybody else's business, I could've remained as happy as I used to be. Office politics suck. I love doing projects but I loathe doing reports and foils and the whole aftermath. Most of the time I feel that I am not a real engineer. Ai yemm a powwarpoint slides engineer yang koje dok buat presentation slides sajork. Gahhh.

3. I love to whine about my job. I can go on and on about it for hours and bore you to death. Don't take me seriously when I am at it because chillax, my life is not a job!

4. For everything I do, I am literally updating 'my status' a la Facebook in my head. I gotta admit that my brain suffers from a syndrome of (in the words of the coolest Makji) 'Status Update anxiety'; quote where we all trying to outdo each other in posting the most intriguing or attention-seeking updates we can think of, or recording every tiny detail of our everyday lives unquote. Like, when I am hungry, "Tiena is hungry" and "Tiena is craving for more Krispy Creme glazed donuts". Or "Tiena is going to London in August, thanx AirAsia!" when I am feeling happy. Or "Tiena is checking out Facebook on her Blackberry" whenever I'm feeling geeky. A sign that my life revolves around Facebook? Memang tak la. I hate everything about Facebook and its applications (I used to love Mousehunts, but they bore me now). I hardly update my account, and plus, who gives a flying fock about what you're doing I do, right?

4. I want a customized walk-in wardrobe but damn they're damn expensive! My trust fund is zeroed out and I maxed out my cards. Hello Datuk, boleh sponsor tak? *winks, twirls hair, leans forward, flaunts cleavage*

5. I think I have a mild OCD. No, not the germophobic kinda OCD, though I do feel geli sometimes when I shake people's hands or somebody use my mouse or I have to use their mouse. I am skeptical of toilet tabs and door knobs and I hate it when people cough and not covering their mouths fully. But like I said, I am not the extreme germophobe nut job, I am just particular about certain things.

6. Did you notice that the word 'babi' is no longer a taboo? Did Dewan Bahasa deleted the word 'khinzir' from the grand dictionary? Because the media seems no longer ashamed of the word and they now talk babi this, babi that unabashedly.

7. I am very thankful that I was already back in my motherland from the pigsty island when the whole babi flu pandemic breaks out there and in the other part of the world. Heard from the news that they had to quarrantine a hotel even. HKG sucks btw, except for the weather. (I am bitter because I still can't get over the fact that a cap ayam brand handbag at a flea market costs around HKD400, habis tawar dapat HKD200=MYR100, apakah? Baik beli kat Sg. Wang je..)

i think my life is not a job!

A pictorial guide on How To Survive The Office 101:

1. Lots of pens in multicolor. Pens are mostly pakai-buang (read: colleagues will borrow your pen and most likely not to return and you'd have the tendency to misplace them on a daily basis)

2. Good coffee to keep you sane from the office hullabaloo. Enough said.

3. Sauce and ketchup. Optional, come in handy when the McDelivery forgot to give you extra ketchup.

4. Earphones/headphones. Fucking important! Shuts you out when your colleague who sits near you have gas issues and disgusts the hell out of you with the burping. Earphones/headphones on is a universal sign of "Do Not Disturb" when you feel like dissociating yourself.

4. Side/rearview mirrors. One of the shortcomings of being human is we don't have another pair of eyes at the back of your head. You views are confined to a strict 180 degrees. Side/rearview mirrors helps you to tell that your boss is approaching so quickly hide that YouTube/blog/non work related window! You can use real mirrors, or in this case, a slice of wafer fab (silicon, not the edible wafer) or anything that reflects.

5. Spotted: used rubber on the floor. Maintain your calm. A common sight, mildly culture-shocking for newbies.

i think there's a piece of Pirah Zad0ra in each and everyone of us..

I recently got in touch with a former school mate, F. Not just another schoolmate, she was one of the girls in my click. She lives 500m away from the school, so we always crashed her house for free lunch before the afternoon extra-curricular classes. I was connected to her in more ways than the others (ie we are were BFFs, her sister was my sister's BFF, her nanny was my cousin's step-aunt), so we were quite close; me and her. To the extend of carving each other's names on a wooden keychain saying we love each other, sharing a pet sister and me backing off when she got a crush on my secret crush (I was crushed, of course, but I was a BFF mithali yo). Hahha!

So yeah, we got back in touch and started chatting in YM. Apparently she is now a CEO of her own company with 5 subsidiaries. Hamboi, dasyat! Happy to hear that she's doing well, but I felt odd, because I was asking her what's the nature of their business and dengan pantas she said "XX Holdings ada 5 anak syarikat!". And then she was like, where do you work, which company, come work with me lah? Like, mowtif?? Not a good way to start a conversation especially when you have been out of contact for years, right?

And then another BFF who's still my BFF forwarded me F's blog address. I know a blog is what a blog is - a universe that revolves around your narcissist, exhibitionist self.. But this girl has changed 180deg from her old self! People change, so what eh?

Well, after the YM conversations and now having read the blog, I just couldn't help but to leave a comment (with my own google account of course, because her blog doesn't permit anonymouses) when she went on and on and on again about 'fans' who 'duplicated' her layout. Haiyo motif diva sangat kan? Famous bak Pirah Zadora kah kau? I mean, those layouts are free on the net and anyone can copied them into their layout template. So I told her that if she coded her own design, she absolutely got the right to be pissed.

My critism got me throned as a fungus and a fly. I don't blame her for that. I'd retaliate the same way if I were her. But a minute later, I'd know that sometimes you need a 'reminder' to keep your feet on the ground. Well, my friend F couldn't handle it though. She threw a hissy and hours later, she privatised her blog. Benci tau! :P

i think i need a map to find a hidden treasure

So many concerts (that's worth going and I want) to go!
- Jason Mraz (Like, 2 hours of orgasm mengalahkan khinzir)
- Oasis (Sila gelak. I grew up to Oasis songs, thanks to my Kaklong)
- Rachael Yamagata (The Goddess. I'm suffocating just by saying her name) *fans self*

So many forced leaves, so many cheap air tickets!
- March: 2 weeks
- April: God knows how many days
- Bali? Nah, overrated.
- Phuket. Bangkok.
- The U.K. (Go there, go home and declare bankruptcy.:P)

So little money. Aiyaiyaaa..! I think I need to grab a shovel and start digging for harta karun Harun now.

Cari harta Karun ke harta Harun? Harun Salim Bachik? :P

i think, well, yeah.. i'm okay now :D

Through timeless words, and priceless pictures

We'll fly like birds, out of this earth

And times they turn, and hearts disfigure

But that's no concern when we're wounded together

And we tore our dresses, and stained our shirts

But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it.

-Beautiful Mess, Jason Mraz

i think i AM fucking bitter now, really

I will not forgive you for what you have done. Do you have any idea how frustrated I am? And to make fun of me because of it, is a big mistake.

I will never forgive you for this.

i think i'm just *bitter :p

Growing up in my adolescence years avidly reading Cleo magazine as my x.o.x.o one and only source for fashion feed, international goss and motivational reads turned me into a typical consumer - brand conscious and trend following freak.

I spent my little monthly allowances and scholarship money to buy almost everything I saw in Cleo, from facial wash to make-ups to books to clothes. Luckily I was more of a t-shirt and jeans kinda person back in those days, and my so-called 'branded stuff' that I went for (and could really afford of) were fancy tops from East India, Esprit, Nike, and the most I would splurged on sometimes were Guess and MNG and boy, was I addicted to Levi's jeans. Straight cut, boot cut, flare cut, you name it. The only cut I skipped was the engineered. So there I was, strutting around in my East India t-shirt and Levi's jeans and feeling like the ultimate fashionista in my faculty. Huhu.

The brand whoring got even worse when I started working and earning my own money. And with plastic money, I went completely over and beyond my bank account savings at times. And then I got smart(er) and dropped the crazy shopping habit and now, I shop in moderation. Most of the stuff I have now is Cap Ayam brand, thanks to e-blogshop and online thrifting.:P

It's funny when sometimes when you wear your Cap Ayam heels, you got friends saying, "That's a very nice heels, are they from Nine West?". Or colleague nonchalantly trying to flip your collar just to see the brand of the shirt you're wearing or getting half an inch away from your face because she wants to see the engraving on your Cap Ayam reading glasses frame. Nevertheless, I am utterly flattered.

So now, I w(a)nder what's in a brand, really (other than it's top-notch quality and household name, of course)?:P *ayat orang jeles*