Bleargh

Don’t you just hate those campy Chinese New Year music they play in malls and on TV? Every year it’d be the same people singing the same songs. Yeah, the Indian guy who sings in Mandarin is reeeeeally popular at this time of year. And what about ‘em kids decked in old-school Chinese garb with pink pom-poms in their hair and wearing waaay too much makeup for a nine-year-old tot? I think they’re kinda creepy.

But, that said, it’s just not Chinese New Year without these campy, corny songs. You can dress up a mall in red deco and ang pows all you want - without that annoying gong xi, gong xi, gong xi ni music, it ain’t mean nothin’ hon.

So, before I go on my three-week break, I’d like to dedicate one of the many Chinese New Year songs you hear playing everywhere to you, and wish you and your loved ones a happy, healthy and prosperous Chinese New Year.

Ah, sweet, sweet holiday…

I am so gonna be doing a whole lot of this (gambling, not posing for the camera) back home! Woo hoo!

I hate coming to work early these days, there is never anything to do. Pages are only assigned at 11.30am and stories are only ready an hour later. And if it’s DL who’s clearing the stories, you can bet your ass that he’ll only be done at 3pm, earliest.

So, I’ve pretty much started a bad habit. In the morning you can either find me at one of those fancy schmancy expensive coffee places or Guardian. Or Mid Valley looking at shoes. Or Cold Storage/Jusco doing my groceries. Or MPH checking out greeting cards and magazines. Or 1-Utama looking at hair accessories and yes, shoes. And since I do all these things during the weekdays, there’s pretty much nothing left for me to do in my weekend afternoons

That day I came in to work pretty much pissed off and barked at everyone who tried to be nice to me. Why? Because I was enjoying my window shopping time at Mid Valley when I got a call from the office. Apparently I had a tight deadline and since it was already 1.30pm, I should probably be in the office worrying about work. When I got in 15 minutes later, the story was not even in yet and clearing (by DL, no less) would take another hour. And to make things extra great for me, pics were not in yet either.

So basically, I was called to haul my ass to the office to sit and freakin’ wait for everyone to finish their damn work for, oh about an hour and a half, before I can do my job. Cursed job.

And people wonder why I never smile at the office.

Anyways, I thought this ad looked cute. Well, the original one anyway.

Cut your hair on Sunday, EVIL will follow you throughout the week. Okay, so I’m gonna cut my hair this Sunday, so if I don’t post any updates regularly next week, you’ll know why….

Dang. I wish I had photoshop in my PC. Such bad work this is, tsk tsk. 

In the new year, I resolve to be nicer.

Get back to work bitch.

I didn’t say nicer to people.

Did you know that tawny has 19% alcohol? Drinking 1/3 of a bottle of tawny can make you very happy, especialy at the strike of midnight on New Year’s Day, when every fish-damn corner of your neighbourhood is firing up the sky with beautiful, beautiful and magical colours.

Buon anno. A little late, but 2006 is still new.