I fell ill last week (and also the week before that -_-) and got GarfieldChak to take me out to lunch.
Hopping out, i was decked in super happy coloured clothes!
“Oh my god, why are you dressed like that? You look like a cartoon,” exclaimed GarfieldChak.
My reasoning was that i felt like shit, and in order to combat feeling like that, you dress in happy colours to maybe, affect your aura to feel the same too.
No, i don’t need a therapist’s number.
No, you’re not the first to call me delusional.
White Aviators, Aldo; Pop Art T, Bird Store in Bangsar (but i got it for a steal at the Lap Sale Junk Sale!); Red Tote, Topshop; White Cropped Pants, Zara; Red Shoes (which i rarely wear out cos i’m afraid someone might step on them -_-), Y3, purchased in Jakarta.
I’m not a believer in weighing scales as i think you should just judge your body from how your clothes look on you and how fit you are, but i admit i got a huge shock when i weighed myself yesterday.
40kg. 0_o
I’ve lost 5kg in two months.
No wonder my doctor gave me vitamins to boost my decreasing appetite.
So some of us got forced to go for this beer launch last Friday night at Mardi Gras, 1U.
I personally think Mardi Gras is a shit hole place but hey, maybe they’ll deck it up nice and proper for the event.
Nice and proper, they did.
Decent event deco… too bad they forgot the fans.
I arrived an hour after the event had started and the beer had run out already.
It’s not like i really wanted the free beer that night.
I just wanted a drink cos i was super thirsty.
Someone got me a warm one in the end.
-_-
Okay.
Don’t complain.
Just drink.
I don’t see how an event can run out of alcohol an hour after it starts, when it’s *launching* that alcohol in the first place.
Standing next to SueThePixie, who loudly proclaimed it tasted like tonic water, i gazed at the stage area.
The performers were rapping, jumping around and it just seemed… bad.
Figuring i was in a terrible mood myself for lack of appetite the whole week, i kept quiet.
Roen came to stand next to me and started inspecting the performance too.
Tiba-tiba he burst out, “Seriously, what. The. Fuck. Is that?!”
He gestured at the stage impatiently.
Turning to him, i blurted, “Okay. So it’s not me, right? I thought it was just my bad mood that made me think that’s rubbish.”
“No, really. What are they trying to achieve? What’s their concept?”
The fellow was getting damn emo.
But he should know what he’s talking about cos he does events.
And i attend enough events to know what i’m talking about.
Roen disappeared into the crowd and i walked around, looking at the time till i could leave.
It was damn hot.
The crowd was really mixed up.
It was too crowded.
There were no fans.
There were no drinks.
I had the VIP tag but even *that* couldn’t get me a cold beer.
Imagine everyone else who was lining up for free beers.
I cannot la.
Stood at the side with MarkLee and Co. and found Roen again.
Studying the bottle, i pointed out a phrase on it to him.
It read: “All fun. No boredom.”
He glared at it in aggravation, “I’m fucking bored.”
I laughed.
Really couldn’t tahan la after that, so i left my half bottle of unfinished beer and headed for my car.
We don’t get the beer’s ‘fun’ concept…
Why is it “I am a party a*imal!”???
Is ‘N’ a bad letter? I don’t get it.
Someone please explain the copywriting to me.
Now, a *real* party animal would go –“What are you talking about?! I don’t party! I’m good! I stay at home! WOOHOO!!!” *waves arms in air like mad person on random night*
I think some of us were having convulsions earlier in the night cos we couldn’t function without it
Lam brought a bottle in, but it obviously wasn’t enough >.<
I headed to Velvet to join them after that… i don’t know la, i can’t do the Velvet on a Saturday night thing anymore. I go in and i feel awfully out of place. The music doesn’t tickle my fancy, it’s too loud (maybe i really AM getting old!) and i can’t carry on a substantial conversation in there.
Managed to drag RowdyRudy out with me after he and JJ emceed for the annual dinner, and we sat at Terrace Bar catching up.
I ordered my regulatory Guinness draft there, and they ran out!
“Okay. I don’t know what to drink now. -_- “
Had a Tiger instead.
Can you see?
Can you see?!
I have a Guinness ad up
Finally! After long proclaiming my love for Guinness they’re advertising with me
Then i convinced him to go to Twenty.One Kitchen + Bar with me, to see TattleShan and get my weekly fix of their choc orange martinis.
Okay i can’t blog pictures from the week yet cos i have some writing i have to catch up on. I must say i was anticipating this flood of work so here are some pictures from Bali i edited during my Laundry + Photo Editing Frenzy last Monday.
Lovina – Kintamani
After swimming with the dolphins in Lovina, CasparBFG and i made our way slightly down to the East toward Kintamani.
Azuan from AJ Hackett told us about this island where they place dead bodies wrapped in white cloth to rest, and these bodies somehow don’t rot or smell.
I thought aloud it sounded freaky, but he assured that it was in fact, a very peaceful place and surreal experience.
So i thought okay la, go look-see. One thing about traveling is that i always believe you should try as much local and street food as you can (unless it’s India and probability of you falling sick and ruining your entire trip is high)
Only thing is, the fellow is Danish -_-
Above is CasparBFG’s nasi goreng. He adores nasi goreng. I think he ate it almost every meal.
Below is my nasi something, i forgot. Mine sucked Bummer.
There are countless fruit stalls by the side of the road, and we stopped at a random one to take pictures and try a mango.
It was a gorgeous drive… totally different from the stressful tiring one the first day.
Being able to speak Malay really helped, cos the road signs there are few and far in between.
One of the men we asked directions for got us to stay in the resort he’s freelancing for. He looked genuine, had really smiley eyes and spoke decent English.
Point to note: You can never trust every person in Bali.
We learnt that from this episode ‘cos he deterred us from going to the island by bluffing us it cost 700,000 Rupiah and urged us to climb up Mt. Batur instead. We bargained it like crazy all the way down to 150,000 Rupiah each (RM60) and later found out that was overpriced as well. Ugh!
This is the view from where we had our breakfast, i think we paid RM35 for one night.
Okay that’s all for now! *feels like Warner Bros cartoon ending*
A Change
I’ve already told my seniors last week, and i will be leaving my company end Jan.
I love my team, and will be very sorry that i won’t be working next to them anymore. The job is certainly one of its kind.
“You have one of the cushiest jobs in South East Asia,” proclaimed DikHaHaHau, who was my former head of brand.
Having done exactly what i intended to do – leave media for a while and ponder what i want to do with my life (okay, well, i haven’t come to a decision yet ha ha), i don’t regret gaining experience with this company and have a better idea of what i’m going to do next.
I believe in Fate. But i also believe one can choose the different roads Fate presents, make the most out of what Life gave you and work yourself to the best of it.
I *tried* to pull a Kevin, but it seems i have to make some decisions in the next couple of weeks on where i’ll be attached with come February.
“Make sure i don’t go home with him okay,” requested a girl friend regarding this dude she was making out with last night.
“Okay, sure.”
So i stood behind them, watching them make out like a bodyguard.
-_-
Speaking of bodyguard… Whitney is singing tonight.
And i hate all of you who are going.
I have to attend my company’s annual dinner and there’s no way i can skip that 🙁
I LOVE THE BODYGUARD soundtrack…
People are throwing me tickets left right centre and i can’t freaking go!!!
“I hate you for getting to see Whitney tonight!” i yelled on the phone to KinkyPugKevin.
“Well, i hate you for going on all your holidays,” he shot back, like *that* evened it out -_-
“I PAY for my holidays okay!!!”
Beef.
*
I can’t remember which girl friend asked me this, but she was inquiring about my status with Detergent Man (sorry, see, there i go yakking about him again)
“So are you guys together or what?”
“I don’t know… maybe it’s something that doesn’t have to be said.”
“What do you have there?”
“Erm, i have a towel for myself… and a toothbrush..?”
“Oh got towel, then together la.”
“0_o”
Okay… since when did a towel mark commitment?
-_-
*
I got a big shock when i saw this picture on Facebook just now.
What the hell!?
It *has* to be the most scary laughing picture of myself ever.
Taken at the launch of Fortnight.
I forgot what SarChan was saying.
But it must’ve been damn 7 hilarious.
*
After making sure particular drunk friend was going to be taken care of by my brother + KinkyPugKevin (they’re a pretty good team), i walked to my car parked at a bay across Zouk.
I’m very cautious when walking to my car. I look around. I walk fast. And i plan that if i see anyone strange i’d either walk back to the main road, simply take off running, or maybe throw a brick at them (okay that sounded dumb).
So la la la, i was almost at my car when this malay guy walked towards me.
And he was staring at me.
I stopped walking and quickly thought whether i should run away.
“Hey… Joyce!”
“Oh, who are you? Sorry…”
“I read your blog…”
“Oh shit. I thought you were going to rob me *sweats* “
Hi Ajis *waves*
Okay, you know what… maybe people shouldn’t say hi to me after 3am or something… cos i might accidentally shoot you with my pepper spray.
Bummer.
