Feeling hot hot hot

Actually, I feel rather chilly and my hands are numb and my body aches.

That's right folks: I've got fever, and not the Buble type.

Tomorrow night I fly to Shanghai.

HOW?!

This is the story of

a girl, who cried a river and drowned the parliament building.

You know something's wrong when you're crying because of work.

Daniel Powter says it's just a bad, bad day.

I think it might be motivation in disguise (the type where you're pissed and you wanna do something stupid like slashing your wrist and make someone feel guilty, but you don't because you have too much pride and you're terrified of blood so instead you decide to fight back the 'mature' way).

(Screwed up, huh?)

Edit:A pair of shoes later...









I'm feeling MUCH better.

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Conflict in the muggle world

While bookstores in the rest of the world are selling the last book of the Potter series bundled with freebies and surprises, some Malaysian bookstores namely Popular, MPH, Times and Harris, have decided to take all their stock of their shelves (except for pre-ordered copies)because hypermarkets Tesco and Carrefour are selling them at RM69.90, instead of the bookstore retail price of RM109.90.

They are also cancelling any Potter events they had planned earlier.

One of the idiots representing one of the bookstores said, "It's not fair to allow hypermarkets to sell such a popular book when they are not in the book business."

Oh my pretty panties, it's called COMPETITION. Whether you are in the book business or not it doesn't really matter, does it?

Books and book lovers do not discriminate.

Thank goodness my pre-order is with Kinokuniya.

In other news: Moobs and I went to bed early last night, with plans of waking up at 6am today and queue up at Kino by 7am to collect my copy of the Potter book.

Needless to say, considering that I am still home, at this hour, to write this, we did not make it.

Edit: I've got the book, I've got the book! Not sure why I'm excited as I stopped being a Potter fan awhile back (he got too whiny for my liking).

But being one of those who pre-ordered, they gave me Ollivander's Quibbling Quill. Don't remember its purpose in the book though, does anyone?




Ollivander's Original Quibbling Quill
(spell-checker not included)

Wipe that stain off your face!

We talked about having/ not having children if we do/ don't get married.

I, being a wuss, would rather adopt than endure labour pain (all those E.R., House, Grey's Anatomy episodes would be enough to scare any mother off having a baby).

Moobs: "Lets adopt a Japanese kid and teach him to be a Latino."

I don't know where he comes up with things like that, but I will buy a dog.


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Weight issue

I got myself a one-piece swimsuit and have been swimming around 20 laps every time I go for a dip.

Overestimating my size, it is just a little too big (Or maybe I've shrunk! - Wishful Thinking).

So now if I kick off from the wall too hard, the shoulder strap threatens to slide, and my boob pads pad my belly.

I feel like a malnourished cow with four droopy boobies.


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Yesterday was the Mother of shitty work days.

Sent running in four different directions by four different editors. Which means four different stories being demanded for every half an hour or so*.

*This does not include the phone calls, emails harrassing you to deal with something 'immediately', because your time is not as important as their time.


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Don't know if you noticed, but we have our internet back!

Which is a good thing because I'm gonna need to do some research on Shanghai, which I'm going to (no, not yet) this Aug 1-3, away from my fucked up office and work (no, not yet) with... Alli*!

NOW YAy!

Is it.. no..... NO!!!!!!

I swear by My Little Ponies this is true: I can predict when the Akon song that goes 'nobody wants to see us together' is going to play on the radio.

The song just before that song, a migraine will start creeping in and by the time the song's opening 'Oh oh' chant starts, it would've become full blown.

And don't get me started about that 'umberella-eh-eh' one.

I think I might be psychic (but I really just hate the songs a lot).

Of big things

Like my ass that doesn't fit into a pair of size 6 pants anymore.

Which makes me quite sad, because it's the Malaysia Mega Sale now, and there are 70% discounts everywhere, and I tore TWO of my pants and am left with the ones I don't like to wear.

And what do I do about my acquired shape? I sit at Starbucks very much like a yuppy sipping my fake coffee Caramel Frappucino and squinting at the computer screen with my geek specs (tore my contact lenses earlier this week), lamenting my misfortune.

Moobs is making me buy a swimsuit after this, and I daresay I need a one-piece to hold it all in and create the illusion of a waist.

Other than the sudden realisation of my out of shape-ness (realisation took place last year but just decided to kick in now), I've been sick this week and overloaded with so much work that I've not spoken to my mom for near a month that when I suddenly had time to stop, lie down and not do anything, I got homesick and bawled myself to sleep.

It's a conundrum, this having/not having time business. Neither works.