The One With All The Big Fuss

It has been described as the race which stops a nation! It has been described as a socialite's staple calendar event. Well to me, the Melbourne Cup is simply a reason for colleagues to start drinking before 12 and with the boss's full approval! This only happens once a year by the way. Too bad.

This morning we all gathered round a tatty orange hat which had all the horses names in it. I picked one good horse which was a crowd favourite to win and one dud horse which no one had ever heard of. In fact, when I read the dud horse's description online it actually said "We would be surprised if this horse wins.".

Well in the end, my crowd favourite horse didn't even register on the blimp as anything note-worthy but surprisingly my dud horse actually took out 3rd place! Won myself $20 from this wonderful 1 minute race!

Wonder what I can buy for $20....

Here are some pictures taken at the races, maybe some of their hat designs will inspire my wedding hair attire: pictures taken from SMH website

 

Check out Sophie Monk's lips, slight resemblance to a puffer fish!

 

The One With BS

Click below to check out Britney Spears' new video.

It really looks like she has been using her new videos to pimp out her fragrances. After viewing this will you be rushing down to the store to purchase a bottle?

The One With Sangria

Went to Gazebo @ Elizabeth Bay on Saturday with the girls for a lunchtime-wine picnic. It was heaps of fun in a beautiful setting. Since it was the start of Halloween weekend the waiters and waitresses were decked out in the finest costumes. We had "Pumpkin" serving us, and "Zorro" filling our wine glasses. Whenever we needed something from them, we would just shout "EH where is Pumpkin? Call Pumpkin. PUMPKINNNNNN....."

Of course everyone wanted to hear the Engagement/Proposal story so there was a lot of shrieking, giggling, laughing - good times. Apparently I laughed with my left hand covering my mouth the whole day so no one could miss the bling on my finger. That is so NOT true.

Here is a posey-type shot that they insisted we take. I was meant to lay my hand delicately (like a blushing bride) on Minli's shoulder but we burst out laughing midway. Wonder if I will EVER be a demure and blushing bride... No hope, I'm afraid.


Here are some more shots taken with Joy's camera on the day:

The One With Je' Tadore

Have you ever had a crush on somebody? "Yes!" you shout.

Have you ever googled their name every few weeks and re-read articles obsessively on your crush? "Yes! How did you know that?" you ask.

My latest crush isn't exactly a person, but it's a song! "Is that even possible?" you ask. Hell yeah, when that song is sung by your favourite Gossip Girl character!

Check out Leighton Meester's new song below:



Since the day it was launched I have been listening to it on repeat. Hope you guys like it as much as I do!

In other news, I had quite a busy fun-filled weekend. Went bowling with some friends and it got really competitive towards the end between the BOY and I when our scores were neck to neck. Unashamedly I used dirty tricks such as shoving him off-balance just as he is about to take the shot, oiling his bowling ball with grease (I'm kidding!) and many others. In the end though, the BOY beat me by 4 points and I'm still sore about it. Pictures to come soon.  

Also, on Sunday we went to a KFC outlet specially to try their new Mashies! It is literally eating a slice of heaven covered in gravy. My version of heaven definitely includes KFC Mashies. The BOY didn't quite know what all the fuss was about as he had never had one before.

Here is his verdict after having one. Note the "how-good-can-this-be-anyway" expression before he tastes it! Mmmmm. Go get your mashies everyone!

The One With Baby Shopping

Happy birthday baby Sarah!

Welcome to the world, I know you will be loved and cherished all the days of your life by your family.May your life be filled with beauty, grace, love and peace.

As your soon-to-be-favourite-auntie I promise to share all my handbags with you, although by then I'm sure that my stuff will be considered vintage. You don't mind do you??

So this morning I began googling baby girl clothes as soon as I received the happy news. Is it just me or are there heaps of cute baby clothes available now which weren't around when I was a kid?? Cotton on sells the cutest baby girl one-piece suits with butterfly wings sewn onto the back. I shall walk into a store this weekend and snap some pics because it is too cute to resist.

However, this has got to be the cutest baby outfit of all time! Heart!

The One With The Frozen Toes

At the office, we send instant messages to each other for work related purpose queries and random statements. Of course, there are times when we do message each other about non-work related things! One such incident happened this morning at work.

But first let me set the scene! Today is a particularly COLD morning. At work we are all still wearing our cardis and jackets. I have a little fan heater underneath my desk which I share with a female colleague who sits opposite me, with only a screen separating our desks. The running joke is when one of us crawls underneath to turn on the heater, we yell out, "I'm under here, so please do not sit with your legs open!" (in case we accidentally spot daggy undies).

So this morning, my message box lit up with a note from her.

It said: "Fark my life. Meant to type a message to you, but accidentally sent it to our (female) boss!!"

I replied with: "What did you say? Can't be that bad right?"

Well, turns out it WAS that bad because the message was "My toes are frozen i'm crawling under your desk ok? Wonder what colour your undies are today?"

I laughed so hard I think I peed my undies.

Long weekend

My labour day long weekend has offiicially begun!

Where shall I go and what shall I do?

Will check in again sometime this weekend with updates!

Bf is calling my name loudly, followed by "Have you changed yet? We're going to be late for the movie! You know I HATE missing the previews!!"

Yes yes yes, I'm comingggggggg

toodles! xoxo

Pics from the Pink Concert

Last week I went for the Pink Concert in Sydney - it was her last show for our city and it was pumping!! My only mistake was purchasing a Mosh Pit ticket - which meant that I was right at the front of the stage, but being only 5-foot tall, that's quite a predicament. From the second we arrived at the arena I couldn't see much of the opening act, The Androids, although from the sounds I heard coming from the direction of the stage, it was rocking. Hee.



After about 30minutes of The Androids doing their thing and riling up the crowd for Pink's arrival, there was a mad clapping, screaming, whooping, gasping when they left the stage. Finally, the person we'd all come to see was next!

B-U-T... We were instead treated to a selection of songs by every other singer in the world, except Pink, that came blasting out of the stereos. Things at the spot where I was standing took a turn for the worse when a group of short(er) and matured (old) women started shaking their booties to the rock songs. Imagine curly-haired and pudgy women in their late-30s jumping UP and DOWN to Bon Jovi and Guns & Roses.... all the while whacking my face with their ponytails. *shudder*

FINALLY - when my face started to sting from being repeatedly bashed by frizzy hair, the lights dimmed and some loud drumming started. But to my immediate HORROR - the older women standing in front of me went even WILDER than before!! They jumped even faster (probably couldn't see anything as well), knocked over my bag (which was on my shoulder for GOD's SAKE!), stepped on my water bottle and screamed and screamed and screamed. Ok, you get the picture.

But when Pink came on the stage, we just decided to have fun and heck care the frizzy-haired dumpy women. It was ROCKIN to the last second! So here are some pics we took of her... She's really much skinnier and smaller in real life!

The Klutz disease is back!

Yesterday night Sydney's weather news reports on every TV station were warning us to prepare for Cyclonic Winds hitting the city area near where I live (I'm assuming it's fast and is capable of blowing ME and my milo-tin CAR off the roads). I rushed home after work and closed all the windows and doors tightly, in case the winds invaded my home and blew all our stuff away.

But, my boy had other ideas about what to do in a vacuum-sealed & windless home environment - fill the whole bloody house with the smell of STEAKS cooking in the pan! What the..!

After he'd finished cooking and eating, I was fussing about the kitchen trying to clean the smell of food from the kitchen counters and stove areas. FINALLY i couldn't take it any longer and forced him to open the window, thus letting in torrential rains and howling winds.

We sat there for 2 minutes before our toes turned a weird frost-bitten black, so we decided to spray odour-capturing fragrances in every corner of the house before going upstairs. In the bedroom, I still felt like the steak smell was following me around, at every turn I made there was a whiff of salt and beef in my nostrils. Finally I figured out the smell was on my clothes! *HORRORS*

After taking a quick shower, I headed straight for the body spray for a final touch of nice fragrance.

However, my boy had grander ideas - he'd spray the air in front of me and I'd waltz into the mist and get it evenly all over my body. Cool! He sprayed a couple of times, and with arms flying gracefully (or so I thought) by my side I twirled and skipped through the spray's mist.

Only to crash land into the fan, almost toppling it over with my "graceful" dance.

I guess that's why people generally OPEN their eyes when they're waltzing around a tiny room. *sheesh

I'm scared of Lucinda....

So... to anyone who's been reading this recently, you'd have figured out that I dropped out of blogging for the LONGEST time, and I just want to say - YES I DO FEEL GUILTY not providing you working folks with office-reading material. I feel so responsible that you're forced to do WORK (*gasp) instead of reading more of my silly stories! =) You know who you are... hee hee.

To encourage productivity in your workday, I've decided to start blogging my escapades again so you can keep the laughter alive in the office! how much do I love you guys.... =) But the catalyst to me writing this is Lucinda's very angry message to me on her blog: "Where the f*ck are you woman!" I got scared.

ANYWAY...instead of updating about the past 6 months all at one shot, I've decided to just keep writing as if I've never been away! So... here goes!

A few weekends ago we were sitting at a cafe chatting about how we never make time for each other and we should all make an effort to meet up more. Suddenly Dennis asked, "Hey what you doing for dinner ar?" I said I'd be making a chicken pie from a recipe I found online because it sounded so easy to make, yet looked so tasty in the picture. *yum! All of a sudden, everyone jumped in and said "Let's have an ANG-MOH themed potluck!" Little did I know, they meant a potluck where nobody had to do any "real" cooking. Hmmm...

We started shouting out suggestions and here's the list we came up with:

- Oven baked chicken nuggets

- Oven baked crinkle cut fries

- Premade coleslaw from the supermarket

- Precooked Sausages

- Mash potatoes

- and my Chicken pie

So hold up guys, who's doing any cooking besides the girls? "Errr... stuffing food into the oven is cooking wat!" oh-kayyyyy....

- Carl, Dennis and James helping out -

We agreed to meet at Carl's house and all cook together at 745pm, but by the time we all arrived at his house it was closer to 9pm and everyone was starving so badly we were pigging out on nuggets and fries the second they came out of the oven! Germz was one of the last to arrive and we were wondering if she was even coming or not... when suddenly, the phone rang - "OMG I DON'T CARE I'M COMING OVER NOW - I BROKE MY FINGER TRYING TO MASH ALL THE POTATOES!!!"

- Germz loved the apron. Jude was just hungry and waiting for food -

Dennis and I said "poor girl, when she comes we'll help her with the mashing". Germz storms into the kitchen brandishing her bruised and sore fingers (we all went awwwwww, sit down and rest!). I passed Dennis the potato masher and from the dining table I heard her scream "OH THERE'S A TOOL FOR MASHING? I HAVE IT AT HOME! I ACTUALLY USED A FORK!!!" Oh dear. 1kg of potatoes - I didn't know whether to laugh or to kiss her swollen fingers.

Meanwhile, my chicken was cooking nicely in the pan and the next step in the recipe was "Add 1 1/2 can of water". Dennis and I looked at it and thought "Hmmm, let's add a little bit more." 30mins later of chicken bubbling in the soup mixture, I got a little anxious because the water levels weren't going down much although I could tell the chicken was overcooked to the max! After a while I thought "heck it! let's stuff it into the oven anyway!"

20mins later...Quick check in the oven:

Aiyorrr - why is the pastry so lopsided!! Turns out I'd forgotten to poke holes in the top of the pastry before I put it into the oven (Instruction #4)!

10mins later... Dinner is served (at 1030pm!):

Everyone dug into the chicken pie and my heart began to sink fast when I saw the watery pie filling, somehow the one in the recipe's picture didn't look watery at all. Uh oh. Jude asked the question that was probably on everyone's mind, "Eh...why is it so watery?" But thank goodness for james - who said "No, it's meant to be like that - like the pie at Dome's cafe right??"

Errrr... YUP! EXACTLY LIKE THAT ONE.

2 hours later... Arriving back home after dinner:

I rushed upstairs to the computer to double-check the recipe, and there I saw it... Instruction #2: add HALF A CAN of water. Not, ONE and a HALF.

SHIT.

Happy Birthday Sue!

Last Friday we went to a bar to celebrate Sue's birthday... I will deliberately choose NOT to reveal her age on the web, mainly because she's the same age as me. So let's just say Sue and I are both celebrating our sweet 16s this year, and it's up to you to either believe it or scan these pictures so closely only our wrinkles will give our true age away!

:: Guess how old I am! ::

We decided to meet at Equilibrium at 6pm, but since we were going out with a bunch of Malaysians and Singaporeans I decided there was no way in hell everyone would be on time! So I left the house at 730 hoping to arrive fashionably late at 745pm! However, looking for parking in the city on a Friday night took us an hour so Jude and I finally arrived at their table panting like DOGS an hour and a half late. *oops*

The food had turned ICY cold, the table was littered with empty mugs of beer and girls in their office attire were already dancing drunkenly on the tiny tiny dance floor. After some chit chat Jude challenged Sue to a shots contest - One for One; first to collapse would be, well, a loser. Simple rules right?!

We opted for tequila shots mainly because Sue kept saying, "OK LA! Let's do SHOTS! I only get drunk on tequila! So ANYTHING but tequila ok??" Well, tequila it is! =)

But the lady didn't stop there, barely 2 seconds after making an "EEEEW, tequila..." face she got back in line and ordered another round of DragonMeister shots.

::Crazy Lady ordering more drinks::

I've never heard of this drink and I'm glad I never have because it smelt like Chinese cough medicine boiled in dirty socks water! And it was pungent like garlic gone (really) wrong too...! Ok, I'm clearly exaggerating but trust me, it smelt foul.

::Taking the dragon::

Their faces speak volumes about the taste doesn't it??

We had good fun that night with friends I hadn't seen in a while. Too bad the city was crawling with parking wardens and our parking spot was for a limited time only. Happy birthday Suelyn, here's hoping that your birthday was as fun and lovely as you planned it! Till next year...!

..I went to church!..

It has been almost a year since I last attended church in Sydney and finally one Friday night Germz decided enough was enough - we were going to go regardless of whatever innovative excuses we came up with. I gave her full permission to drag my sorry ass along - no matter what reasons I gave her or invented on the spot she was under strict instructions to guilt-trip me into going along.

Thank God for her, cause we both had a ball on Sunday! As usual I was half an hour late (oops) and Germz nabbed us a seat in the 2nd row, which meant that a hundred pair of eyes followed my trip down the church aisle while the guy was speaking on the stage! *vow: will be on time next week* But thinking back now, Hillsongs just isn't the kind of church where you are judged for having blue hair, or for wearing a v neck! Heck, there was a lady who went up on stage and her cleavege was on show - and IT WAS FINE! See, this is the kind of church anyone would feel totally comfortable in - where no one judges you based on how nice you look, or how inappropriately funky your shirt may be! It was an amazing experience hearing the christians word spoken after such a long time away.

After church we gathered up the group and headed off for brekkie! Germz, the budding photographer decided to take some artistic shots of me with my curly-wurly hair after we finished our breakfast and here are the results:

:The (supposedly) candid shot of me talking and laughing with Jude, which was in fact posed and planned:

:Staring dreamily into the far distance, which was actually me trying hard to keep my mouth shut (cause she told me to show less teeth!HAHA!):

OMG the different poses she made me strike, I felt like a superstar for those 3 minutes! So what do you think, should she give up her studies and become a pro photographer? =)

...The Ice-capades...

Last night a bunch of us went to a bar in Sydney called Minus 5 and it was so much fun! Initially I was grumbling about the price, $30 for half an hour of fondling ice sculptures hardly seemed worth it, but I went along anyway - just for the experience.

:We're here!:

:Eddy, Dom and Jude insisted on posing as well:

:Adrian, Jude, Elaine and Sarah waiting for our admission cards:

When the staff saw my sandals they passed me a pair of Ugg Boots and plastic socks which were horribly icky and disgusting! The plastic bags they claimed were "socks" kept crinkling around in the boots and it made my feet sweat - while the rest of my body was frozen! And the ugg boots were as thick as wooly mammoths (hence, the sweat) Eeew, i would definitely wear covered shoes next time i go there...

But the parkas they gave us were the cutest!! It had a fur-trimmed hood and mine came all the way down to my calves. Everyone else's parka ended around their knees...wonder why mine was so long..? =)

:The happy group waiting to enter the bar:

I made the staff swear they weren't handing me the child sized parka, and apparently they weren't... but I still have my doubts. hmph. The bar was made entirely of ice, from the bar counter to the walls... all ice! Before we stepped inside, they warned us not to leave our belongings on ice surfaces for too long - because it might end up being part of the furniture. Oooo....I was strangely tempted to stick someone's tongue on the ice. We also weren't allowed to take any pics inside the bar, but of course being rebels - we managed to sneak some pics!

30mins later, 1 frozen camera lens and more sugus-tasting vodka, our beepers started buzzing, signalling the end of our time inside. That's when the staff offered to sell us 3 pictures taken by their photographer for $20. Just as I was about to steal the shots and run off, Adrian came up with a better suggestion - steal one and return the other two, THEN RUN! great plan Adz!

:Koo-wak-chais who stole pictures from Minus 5:

:Check out the frosty camera lens:

Off we went, posing for more group shots along the way, before heading over to KTV in the city. Whoa what a night, unexpectedly fun! Thanks Adz for the idea... you're the best! and don't worry Carl, we'll bring you there when you get back! Hurry homeeeeee...

...New discoveries...

I have discovered something so profound that it made my brains go "OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE NO ONE TOLD ME THIS!!"

(drumroll please.....)

Turns out I can put my handphone's memory stick directly into the laptop!!

Yes yes, I know you're probably thinking "WHAT?!?! How can she not know that! everyone does!"

Well, I just found out that having gangrene doesn't necessarily mean that your leg turns green. I'm not really ... how do I put this ... filled with brain matter?? heh.

Well anyway, have a few pictures to post up from my trip back to KL recently:

- Matt clearly advertising for Starbuck$ coffee -

- Wenz waiting for Seng to turn off his PS2 -

- Calvin after a nasty accident at the mamak -

- Seng in an arty-farty shot courtesy of Weijin -

Moving Day pictures

Here are some pictures of all the STRONG and CAPABLE men who helped us move into our new home - we greatly appreciated your help! Especially when it was time for the washing machine to be lifted up 4 flights of stairs... THANKS GUYS!

- Erwin and Jude having one last cigarette and cup of coffee at the old house -

- Halway moving into the new house. As you can see, I was busy walking around issuing orders and buying drinks more than helping with the manual labour. Oops. -

- All the men taking a well earned rest after we were done. That's Derek hiding behind my Tigger. He's camera shy -

- JJ, Kevin, SK and Derek (the man behind the Tigger is unmasked) -

- Can I have a ciggie in the NEW place yet? But it's tradition! -

You look like BIRD!

About a month ago as I was dashing through The Curve shopping center in KL, late as usual for an appointment with people that I can't even recall now (couldn't have been that significant eh! hehehe) when I walked past this kiosk selling ugly brown and blood-red peasant skirts, operated by a greasy Indian man*.

*No offence to all non-greasy Indian men. FULL OFFENSIVE MODE directed to all greasy Indian men. Wash your hair will ya!

In the midst of all the gory FuGly looking skirts hanging from the hooks, I spotted a pink polka-dotted knee length skirt! The colour was cotton candy pink and it was in a sweet-like-candy design! How could I resist right - I like pink and I definitely LOVE candy....

Seeing that I was dashing towards my destination close to the speeds of a roadrunner [*BEEP BEEP*] I really had to dig my heels deep into the tiled floors at The Curve and watch the smoke billow out from behind me as I attempted to stop at this kiosk.

"Yes Ma'am can I help you with anything?" Mr-Greasy asks. One quick glance at the time further confirmed that I had no time to look at any other skirts so impulsively I said, "I'm grabbing that skirt please!" 1 minute later and $40 poorer I carry on walking dashing to my original destination.

It's now a month later, and I still haven't found the occasion to wear such a girlie skirt right up till today! The sun was shining, the wind was cooling on my skin, I woke up in an extremely good mood - I couldn't think of a better day to wear my PINK and CANDY-esque skirt!! When I sashayed into my office this morning I felt like I brightened up the office atmosphere and lit up the room with my pink skirt (well maybe I literally did).

About 2 hours into my working day I was crossing the office floor (sashaying, no doubt) towards another computer when my colleague, V, comes rushing up to me out of NOWHERE and grabs my hand! That girl moves like a sneak-attack-ninja!! And just to explain, she's got a really thick Indo accent that I can't understand sometimes.

Here's a snippet of our conversation this morning:

V : Hi!! You look like bird!

Lea : What!? (still reeling from the shock of her ninja rush)

V : You look like bird!

Lea : A bird!?!? (feeling midly insulted at this stage)

V : No - you know the toy? Bird Doll?

Lea : BIRD DOLL?! (I look like BIG BIRD?! fark you miss!)

V : No no - Bird Doll! The girl doll? The pink one?

Lea : HUH?!*sifting through mental toy catalogue for pink birds*

V : Bird Doll... you know the girl?

Lea : B..a..r..b..i..e D..o..l..l?

V : YES! Bird Doll! You look like Bird!l! Because of your pink skirt! Very nice!

Lea : OH! I look like Barbie? Cool!

BIRD...BARBIE...BIRD...BARBIE... what the ... BIRD...BARBIE...BIRD...BARBIE... how the hell can barbie be pronounced as bird? BIRD...BARBIE...BIRD...BARBIE...

Pictures from my Melbourne trip

Due to a Olympus's bad battery manufacturing, I only managed to squeeze in 4 pictures in Melbourne before the battery gave up and died on me just as I was getting ready to take a group picture with some colleagues! What the... I'm indignant I tell you.

It's either Olympus's fault for producing lousy batteries with short battery life or it's my fault for not charging it in a month, and then using up all the power during Jude's birthday with over a 100 pictures and numerous videos.

Well, I'm blaming Olympus. Because I can.

--> Check this out, her name is Sweety! For real! But I can't do it...can't physically bring myself to call another girl by that name. So I call her V. Just don't ask <--

--> Look Mum, I'm at Flinders St Station! <--

--> The boys standing in front of Crown Casino, posing for a picture that I insisted on taking! <--

--> Last picture for the trip, taken at Crown as well. I'm standing here with Dinghy. See, Dinghy I can say out loud. But Sweety - just sounds too lovey and totally wrong! Duntcha think? <--

:: The crazy recruitment agent ::

Weather : 30 degrees

Status : New job, new office, same old' blonde

This afternoon I stepped out into the bright sunshine to grab a cup of coffee from the cafe opposite my office and lo and behold I received a phone call from William who's a recruitment agent for this research company.

Will : Hi, it's Will! I have a really good position for YOU! Are you interested? It's with XXX-Super-Keng-Company and they're looking for YOU to fill the position! Can I pass along your resume to them?

Lea : Oh hi... who's this again? Oh Willlll. erm, nah no thanks I've already started work a few weeks back! But thanks!

Will : If you don't mind me asking, how much are you getting at this new job, what company is it and what's your position?

- Wah, initially I was a little taken aback by this barrage of specific questions, but nevertheless told him how much I was receiving at this job. And immediately his response (quicker than lightning) was, "I CAN GET YOU MORE MONEY". errr, okay....

Now, I've only been with this company for a few short weeks and I'm loving my new job and colleagues, but come on let's face it - I feel no loyalty for this company (yet?) and I wouldn't mind hearing this guy out. But the prospect of 'more money' certainly made me sit up straighter and perk my ears a little harder! He was just tempting me with 'more money' but seriously, I'm easily tempted!

Lea : "So how much more money are we talking about here?"

Will : "Oh much much more! Think in the regions of 1k more a month!"

- Quick mental calculations are being generated quickly in my head. Reasoning and corporate loyalty has flown halfway out the window. Heck man, if someone paid me to sell the company signboard maybe I would consider it! (ok scrap that last point)

1k more a month means more shopping and less scrimping and zero counting of pennies the day before pay gets deposited in the bank account, which ultimate means a very happy Lea living life the way it's meant to be! -

Lea : "So what is the job description in XXX-Super-Keng-Company?"

Will : "Don't you worry bout that! I CAN GET YOU MORE MONEY!!"

Lea : "But where is the office located? And is it a data focused job?"

Will : "Don't you worry bout that! I CAN GET YOU MORE MONEY!!"

err, yes i tink you've mentioned that already.

- Alarm bells are ringing (more like clanging loudly) in my head because he seems over eager about this job and we all know that in a realistic world, if they're willing to pay you more money while refusing to tell you the specifics of the job, you better run a mile, and run quick! -

So I've decided not to leave my company for other pastures, and will DEFINITELY NOT be stealing any signboards! Maybe just flick a couple of pink post-its for Germz?

Whoopsie, done that already.

-packIng-

42 hours left till the mover arrives, 7 boxes packed so far, 3 cups of coffee consumed, 2 packs of cigarettes smoked, 1 inch of dust caked on the soles of my feet.

Lea's stress level: 70%
Boy's stress level: 10%

Lea's motto: No time no time just throw as much as you can!

Boy's motto: Got time don't worry! I just won't sleep if I have to!

--> these boxes haunt my dreams <--

Last night when we arrived home from car hunting and dinner, I shot right to the bedroom and started planning my packing strategy while taping up boxes. The boy was outside in the living room packing furiously ....or SO I THOUGHT!

Suddenly from outside an excited and kancheong voice called for me, "Hon Hon Hon Come here QUICK I have something to show you!" I hurriedly dropped the masking tape and scissors, stepped over mountain loads of stuff on the floor and rushed out. There I was thinking that he'd found an old wad of cash stashed away under the couch cushions, or better yet - the phone number of professional packers! *sigh no such luck*

He directed my glance to his laptop screen and for a minute I was bewildered... It was pictures of carbon fibre hoods for sale! arghhh so while I was busy packing he was busy scoping out hoods for sale. *SIGH*

boys and their toys.

I admit defeat.

Healthy conversations with the pals

Snippet #1:

- A friend trying hard to curse on msn -

*Anonymous* says:
fuckl
*Anonymous* says:
fucl
*Anonymous* says:
fuck
*Anonymous* says:
tiu
*Anonymous* says:
wtf
*Anonymous* says:
keep typo-ing

Snippet #2:

- A friend telling me about a guy's ...err... "little brother"

*Anonymous* says:
it's definitely 6 inches long

LeA says:
how the hell do you know how long it is
LeA says:
and 6 inches..... thank the LORD!

*Anonymous* says:
he told me lar
*Anonymous* says:
he was damn proud of it ok
*Anonymous* says:
thank the lord!!!!!!
*Anonymous* says:
hahahaaa
*Anonymous* says:
big dick

Ahhhhh the innocence of adulthood. I welcome you with open arms!!

The princess diaries

So it's confirmed - I have princess tendencies

It's been raining on and off since I got back to Sydney and one rainy night, my boy and I were exiting the building when I realised the drizzle had built up to heavy droplets falling down furiously. I stood under the covered entrance, looked left and looked right .... The walkways on both sides weren't covered which meant that I'd have to walk about 200m in the (fat droplets) drizzle!

Back in Malaysia, everytime it rained or drizzled, my dad would run to our car and drive to the entrance to pick my mum and I up so we wouldn't get wet. Naturally, I assumed that everyone else's father/boyfriend/uncle/grandfather/brother did the same thing!

Let me say this, if it was a light drizzle and I had to walk under the rain for a short distance (like in the alleys between buildings) I would mind cause I can dash to the other side. But this was quite a distance - uncovered.

Maybe it's just me, but I'm freaking A-N-A-L about getting dirty rain water on my hair and clothes .... I have this imaginary freakish obsession that it would make my hair stick to my head and my clothes would smell musty and dank. *shudder*

So I turned to my boy:

"Is it okay if I wait here while you bring the car round?"

There was an extremely confused look on his face, bothering slightly on annoyance. "Why can't you just walk there... it's not that far..." My reply was simple : I don't like rain water on my hair!

Trust me, to a guy the concept of being princessy and girlie is lost on them. Practicality and efficiency takes precedence to them, especially when you're dealing with an engineer. Dammit. He took my hand (tightly) and led me out into the drizzle towards the car telling me that I wouldn't melt in the rain.

"But but but but (I protested in vain) Daddy would always drive the car round... and it's on the way anyway right??" Nope apparently not .... I had to rush along the wet walkway praying and hoping that my boots wouldn't slip from under me! All the way I was mumbling incessantly "stupid rain stupid drizzle stupid country stupid building stupid everything about this weather"

And I was annoyed the entire car ride home.

So turns out I'm really more spoilt than I admit! Here are some of the rules I've invented for myself over the years:

1. No running in public (unless on the tennis court)

2. No going out into the rain

3. No dissing of my girlie clothes (I get really affected)

4. No dissing of my pink stuff (unless I do it, then you can agree!)

5. No washing of dishes more than one meal a day (my manicure would chip)

6. No driving a boyfriend around (just looks wrong)

My poor boy. Still interested in dating a princess?

Clubbing at Shark Hotel

BACK FROM BLUE MOUNTAINS....

OFF TO THE CLUB!

Now THAT'S what I call a holiday!

We went to this club called "Space" in the city and it was quite happening .... there were 2 seperate dance floors - one playing Hip Hop and the other playing R&B. However, at the end of the night we realised that they played the new Pussycat Dolls song SEVEN times. Seriously, I like the song, but 7 times?!?! Don't think I'll listen to that song in a while ... aikz.

I went to the club with a BIG bunch of guys which I thought would be fun but the only thing they were interested in was meeting GIRLS! Imagine dancing to some funky song and realising that the guys you're with are glancing around the club and moving from area to area trying to dance closer to cun chicks. *sigh* I'd forgotten how single guys act in the clubs.

After a while I just hung with the guy friends who were dancing freely without glancing around, and looked as though they were there to have fun and not to pick up gals, but alas as we were leaving the club they said, "EHH Lea why I dance dance just now, got no girls look at me wan!" ermz, I have NO CLUE.

And this time, I made sure I brought a full charged camera hahaha, don't wanna repeat the same mistake I made in KL where my camera was constantly in my handbag, but alwiz running out batteries! =)

Sorry Boon.... only have one picture from your birthday (oops) and it doesn't even have you in it!!

Pictures:

1st picture of the night!! Oh and that's not ciggie smoke, it's some disgusting air they kept shooting out of the vents.

Smelt f-o-u-l.

L-R: Jayson, Jude, SK, Kevin

Taking a break from the sweaty clubbers under 2 huge ass fans!

Gang Bang picture on the dance floor. We were all sweating profusely by now!

Posers doing what they do best .... POSING!

Turns out there's a 'fireworks mode' on the camera! Not very effective is it! Can you spot me trying to rush into the picture??

Yen Yen and boyfriend ... they spent the whole night dancing non-stop!

Oh, and they're fellow SMDJians too! Initially I was excited when they said they were from SMDJ - until I found out that when I was sitting for my SPM paper, they were chasing butterflies in Form 2. Definitely feeling my age here.....

Oddest couple I've met so far.... Ruwen and JJ hamming it up under the fan.

Fellow DJians - let me hear you ROARRRRR

Striking poses on a ciggie break. Check out the tomato red girl behind us sitting on an uncle's lap!

3 stones and 4 adults

It was another dreary cold winter afternoon in Sydney, I woke up to the sound of the fierce wind raging battles with the trees. Perfect day for sleeping in .... except that I had a 12 hour god-like sleep the night before.... wasted.

So I bounced out of bed and went online for a bit, before JJ called with the tempting offer of following him and his sister up to Blue Mountains to see the 3 sisters (3 big stones sticking up from the ground...sorry excuse for a tourist attraction really) "R-O-A-D-T-R-I-P", I thought so off we went!

We set off at 3pm, somewhat in a rush, because the sun sets around 5.30pm now.... no point driving for 2 hours just to see 3 shadows right? On the way up traffic was massively heavy, the windows were fogging up so badly until JJ had to turn on the air-con full blast which resulted in me freezing my ass off.... Somewhere along the way I feel asleep on Jude's shoulder and woke up to him telling JJ that he's alright ... except for the numbness on his right arm. *OOPS*

FINALLY we were there...
And it was even colder than any other aircon in the world!! Had to resort to waddling down to the toilets in boots just to avoid letting any unnecessary air into my jacket! And in the words of JJ = "Drive 2 hours, stay for 20minutes see stone, fuck man I'll never come here again"

- Tourists checking out the history of the 3 stones -

- Must take pictures of scenery if you're a tourist! -

- the (cold) happy couple at dusk -

I'm lactose Intolerant Mum

So here's the story:

My mother is a real 21st century mother who believes in following the latest dress trends around town and trying out new things that other mothers would balk at in horror. She believes in carrying her future grandchild to line dance classes with her in a carrier, and let the baby sit there watching her dance until she's finished her class. She believes in eating out when she's too lazy to cook. She is an sms FREAK to the point where dinner time is frequently punctuated by either her phone beeping the arrival of a sms, or her friend calling on the phone.

If you ever asked my mother to cook a complicated dish full of cutting, boiling, peeling, reboiling etc .... her only response would be, "Why cook it when I can bring you to the shop to eat it?" When her group of friends organise makan sessions in each others' houses and everyone has to bring a certain dish, my mother ends up bringing fruits.

She's wonderful in every other way though, don't get me wrong .... which other mother you know, insists on her daughter buying new shoes because the other 6-month old pair has a slight dirt stain on the front? I love my mummy.

There's just one thing about my mother that I have to complain about ..... When I was a tiny tot in Melbourne, the doctor told my mother I was lactose intolerant and that it would get worse with age. She faithfully remembered the doc's words for about a year, that is - until we moved back to Malaysia and she started feeding me milk on a daily basis! For the next 20 odd years I had a tummy ache on the way to school, not knowing what caused it.

Finally I figured out by myself that I was probably allergic to milk, and after repeatedly testing the theory, told my mother I couldn't take milk. Her response, "OH YAHHHHH when you were a baby the doctor told me that!! Sorry i forgot!" *errrr....r-i-g-h-t*

A few weeks ago, I went with my mother to McDonald's for lunch and she had an ice cream sundae with chocolate syrup running down the side. I was happily munching on my burger when she asked me, "Do you want some ice cream?"

*smack forehead* "Mom, I'm lactose intolerant."

"OH YAHHHHHHh hee hee sorry yah. You can't eat ice cream ok?" God help us both.

The same icecream debacle occured a week ago, in the grocery store while we were looking for cheese in the cold section. She walked past the ice cream tubs, spun round to look for my Dad and I. Dad whispered to me, "If she lingers around that section for more than 5 secs, you know she's buying it." Sure enough, Mum came rushing to my side and asked me in a cheeky voice, "Shall we get some *rubs hands in glee* ICE CREAM?"

*smack forehead* "Mom, I'm lactose intolerant."

"Oh Yahhhhh..... drats. Nevermind, you can watch Dad and I eat it then!"

They bought Lychee flavoured ice cream. I walked out of the house in protest.

Pictures!

So I'm finally back in wintery Sydney, missing the warmth and comforts of home *sob sob* wondering to myself every night what on earth I was subjecting myself to by returning to Australia...but ahhhh that's another story in itself isn't it!

Decided to post up some looooong overdue pictures instead of writing anything cause my entries would be so homesickly and morbid that looking back on it in a few months time would just be embarassing! =)

Anyway, sorely missing all you dudes in KL - keep the yumcha flame alive eventhough I'm not around to fetch your asses around!! teehee.... except you Kheong, you drove me around more than anybody!! =)

Pictures from Eve's birthday at Laundry Bar:

The night started out with the 3 of us going to 7-11 for cigarettes.... don't be fooled by their huge smiles, they're both still in shock from my rush hour driving and screamed-out curses at motorists on the roads! Stupid KL drivers who slow down when I'm in a rush *grumble grumble*

Here's a shot of Eve with her pals Pauline and SMDU guy and guy who didn't drink much.

Benny (or Benny BEAR as eve named him) with me and Mel

Corporate Men on the right, trying to chat up innocent girl on the left. Due to insufficient amounts of Tiger Beer consumed, they b-o-m-b-e-d... She was too busy looking the other way. Better luck next time boys.

And in the SMDJ corner, we have Weijin (aka Mr T), Boon (aka BK) and Lucinda (aka Luc). Looking mighty fine fellas!

Mel and Dennis inside Laundry, camwhoring without me knowing!

I think this picture is best explained by the BEAR himself.... Benny?

FUCK i miss you guys.

or as Luc would put it, MAHAIIIIII why you choose to leave la you stupid girl...MAHAIIIIII

All in a day's work

While in Rome, do as the Romans do.... i.e Take long communal baths and kill gladiators for fun.
While in KL, do as the KL-ites do! i.e. Eat Breakfast, lunch, tea, dinner, supper.

<== Here's a shot of the wonderful curry noodles I had in PJ... decided to put this pic up just to tease all of you who are stuck in wintery Sydney. While you're eating Maccas at midnight and drinking instant coffee at home, I'm sweating through curry laksa and malaysian coffee. No seriously I do miss you guys. Really.

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Straight after lunch, I went to meet Mattie Boy for coffee at KopiTime! Had the worst cup of Cham drink but good fun with Mattie boy and Loony and Zaidi! And just before my camera ran out of battery, Mattie took this final picture.

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<== He insisted it was a picture of the cup and not my boobs. You closet PERVE.

Kena TAGGED! wazzat....

First I had to research this carefully.... spent 30minutes reading Dilys and Luc's blog carefully to see what exactly I had to do for this tag thingie and here's what I've come up with.

The Rules:

name 10 different points about your perfect lover, and state gender of target.

Hhmmm, sounds simple enough doesnt it? That was until I read their blog entries and realised that these 2 chicks have got it all figured out! Down to the number plates that their "perfect lover" must have. Wah, talk about high expectations!!

But girls, the question asked us for the perfect "lover" and not "partner"!! So I shall specify as many points of my perfect lover that I can think of....

1. Has hair on head

You can laugh all you want at this requirement of mine, but have you seen the number of men my age (<>severe hairline-receeding syndrome?!! It's so not cool to be kissing him with your eyes closed, reach out to run your fingers through his hair and only touch SCALP and/or HAIR FUZZ! *eeeewwwwww*

2. Has upper body strength

How else is he gonna carry you to the bedroom like they do in the movies??? Imagine the scenario: He kisses you passionately and lifts you up while running for the bedroom door.

Except, in my case, it's more like: "I FEEL SO LAZYYYY!!!! Boy carry me pleaseeeeeeee?"

3. Drives to excite

There's nothing more aphrodisiac-ish than sitting in a car which is travelling fast and smoothly. The adrenaline you get from high speed corner turns is enough to make you turn to your man and go "wahhhh very YENG CHAI hor"

4. Doesn't suffer from athritis

There's nothing's more unsexy than a guy going "my knees ... my knees!!" after a vigorous sex session. Especially if the session wasn't even the BANG-BANG-BANG type, but more the Touch&Go type. Don't you think it's such a turnoff if slow sex can weaken their knees and joints... imagine what they'll be like in 20 years: "my knees! my heart! my lungs! my elbows! my ankles! etc etc etc....

5. The perfect lover must have cool clothes

Polo T-shirts and Jeans. If he can pull that look off effortlessly, then taking these clothes off him will be double the pleasure. Hee hee.

So in conclusion, the perfect lover is my boy!

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Heehee, aren't we all guilty of being biased!

KlutZ central

It all started in the toilet:

I was stepping into the shower after a long day when I accidentally stubbed my TOE against the wall! It reallly amazes me because I've been stepping into that shower cubicle for A-G-E-S and I still manage to misjudge the distance from my toe to the wall!! *argh* Nevermind... ignoring the pain I continued with my shower....

After wrapping my wet and dripping hair in a towel, I bent down to open a cupboard, and knocked my turban-like-contraption against the wall again!! Kill me please! Although it didn't hurt much, but it made my head bounce back from the wall and I almost lost my balance. *sigh*

I reach into the cabinet for a moisturiser and it somehow slipped out of my klutzy fingers and fell onto the toilet floor, making a huge RAT-TAT-TAT as it fell. By this time I was silently fuming at myself for being sooooo incredibly klutzy! But when I straightened back up to put the bottle back into the cabinet, guess what ...... Yes, I managed to knock my turban-like-contraption against the open cabinet door AGAIN!!!!

The klutziness continued into the room:

Letting out a frustrated 'aarrrggghhhh' I walk out of the toilet to tell my boy the incredible tale of my klutziness. He simply shook his head and said in an amused voice, "OMG what's wrong with you today?"

However, the events that took place about 30minutes after my toilet-klutz episode rendered him speechless....

My boy needed some help with an Excel spreadsheet and he was writing down a few complicated looking calculations on paper. While he was busy explaining things to me, I was happily sipping on a large cup of Moccona coffee. Just as he finished writing down all these funny looking symbols and equations, I stood up to add some notes to the paper and spilt my cup of coffee ALL OVER his calculations, assignment instructions, somebody else's assignment, printer paper, his external hard drive ....... the spill was akin to tsunami hitting penang beach. Who knew that small cup could hold so much liquid!! *dammit*

In the end, to show my extreme remorse at messing up his work, I stood in the kitchen apologising profusely and blowdrying the papers page by page. Although the ink was still visible, his papers are now very yellow and massively crumpled. *aikz* Sorry again!!

Thus concludes another day in the life of a KlutZ.

Check back for more of my sordid tales, I'm sure there will be many more to come.

I'm in love

So obsessed am I with this new gizmo, that I dragged my boy around the shopping centre looking for this phone ... and when I found it, I was jumping up and down in the Optus store, forcing him to give me some comments on the phone.

The only comment I got was,"CHEEHH LG. THEY SUCK"

Well, he's just being bias... just because his (and all our friends') LG phone farked up doesn't mean their technology hasn't improved in the past 2 years right? Yeah, even as I'm reading this I'm going CHEEHH.

And the boy keeps telling me that Sony Ericsson phones are nicer and better - but does this have anything to do with the fact that he's using a Sony Ericsson?! Bias once again.

When I asked my Dad if I could get a new phone, and I told him to check out this LG phone, his only comment was, "LG no good. Sony Ericsson no good. Motorola no good. Buy NOkia - it's good." Does this have anything to do with the fact that he uses a nokia?! Bias once again.

Therefore prompting the question: Are all men secretly bias?

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Ah well, my Director of Finance (a.k.a Daddy) has okayed this transaction that I'm charging to the company account (a.k.a Daddy's bank) under 'Misc Expenses'. Here's hoping the phone is actually worth buying without getting the sinking feeling that I'm just being suckered into buying a phone for its physical coolness. *sigh* Why am I so easily influenced by marketing campaigns that tell ME (yes ME!!) that I need this cool phone? WHY!

The one with "Q & A"

In the past week I've had to answer a million questions from anxious parents, loving boyfriend, confused best friends and friends who want to plan trips during the holidays. It's gotten me all stressed out because as I'm listening to these questions (all valid ones) I finally realised that I have no idea as to what I want, what my plans are, where I'm going to be in a month and where I'll be in the next 6 months.

The only certain thing is that I've booked a flight back to KL at the end of this week and (so far) am planning to board it. And then what...?

Dad's question:

So when are you going back to Sydney?

Mom's question:

Do you want to go for a sinus operation?

Parents' question:

When are you coming back for good?

Bf's questions:

When are you coming back to Sydney?

When are you going back for good?

Should we get a dog? (ok this was MY question)

Best Friends' questions:

Are you coming on the trip when you get back?

How long will you be back?

Will you be around for my birthday?

Are you coming to Melbourne?

Friends' questions:

Skiing? Road trip? Adelaide? Melbourne?

Sometimes when I'm answering these questions I realise that what I want isn't what I'm doing and I feel so torn between doing what my heart tells me to do, versus what my heart really wants. How should I settle this?

Life used to be so simple, you study for a semester and then you decide if you want to holiday around Oz or go back for 4 weeks of solid pampering and relaxation. And then during the summer holidays, going back home was a solid certainty. Now it's been 5 months and all I want to do is start working again, be with my parents and best friends and boyfriend and still have all my creature comforts.

Mom smsed me the other day and said that something has to be sacrificed - I (apparently) can't have my cake and eat it! WHO invented that dumb rule anyway!! But what do I sacrifice? The life I want to lead, or the happiness I don't want to miss out on?

In all honesty, here's the truth: I want to go back to KL for good, get a job and live at home. What comes after that shall be unknown territory. But how do you give up everything knowing that a life in Oz will be one filled with love and happiness and certainty for the future?

ARGH

Here's the conclusion: (and this holds a cryptic message for my bestie)

If you've been given a chance to meet someone who loves you more than anyone else he's ever loved, and this someone is willing to compromise on things just to make you happy, and this someone is offering you commitment above all else - then hang on to him. Because these people don't come around very often in your lifetime.

So I guess by writing this, I've answered my own burning question....

To stay or to leave??? To stay.