Sore heels, Broken Nail

That was what was left after the night at Velvet. I was slowly limping my way home nursing a bleeding nail, but hey, it was all good...

Thievery Corporation, I really have to give Kudos to. Now I don't really listen to all that loungey chillout pizazz but seriously, they rocked (Even though they were a good 2 hours late) From nice bossa to funky reggae, the spinmeisters were working the crowd like crazy. Throw in good booze, nice boys and lots of laughter, it was fantastic.

Now I have a grouse. There were some Bates boys chilling with us, and man, they sure know how to groove. Fucking buff bodies and sharp dressing, but all of them were Gay! -tears hair out- Arg. But they were such sweeties.

Another thing to note: Never wear 3 inch heels when you want to dance the night away, no matter how pretty they are...-curses- Thanks ash for swapping shoes with me briefly...When I stepped into her slippers, it was feet heaven.

All it all it was a good night apart from bumping into undesireable ABK. bah. I knew he was going to be there, stupid poster boys for velvet. Poooo. But its all good. Dogs.
Where my Dawgs at,
Bark with me now

Today I'm so tired I really must hit the pool soon...ahhh water...ahhh ripples...bliss.
I want to buy a Tickle-Me-Elmo and watch it jiggle so I can jiggle along to it...hoohoo.

Vindicated

Hidey hidey Ho. Tis monday and many many things happened in the office. Ladies and Gentlemen, as of tomorrow, I will cease to exist as a faceless, struggling employee at McCann Erickson. Yup.
"I'm sorry you could not stay longer but it was really good having you work for us."
Bollocks I say.
O well. I have decided to give myself a one week break before going on my new job hunt. This time, something I'd actually like please. I was feeling rather irritable and pooo-ish after this morning's episode but after fagging and consuming my favourite Belgian waffle, I'm feeling better.

Things to do during my break.
1. Watch all the Dvds I always wanted to catch.
2. Swim and tan
3. Stop being a lazy bum and go back to my excercise routine thingamajigg
4. Sleep late
5. Do the laundry
6. Sort out my clothes
7. Pack my room
8. Eat less (which is very easy to do when you're at home and you're too lazy to go out to get food)
9. Set up my savings account.
10. Liase with the IDP guy
11. Talk to the bank guy & my insurance agent
12. Go to Velvet on weds for Thievary Corporation

Things to do once I get my pay.
1. Set up my savings account
2. Get my debit card
3. Pay my goddamned Hp bills
4. Buy a denim skirt
5. Nails.
6. Consider investing in a new discman

That's about it I guess. Hmm. In a way I am glad that I won't be working for a bit. But then again, knowing me, I would be glad but give it 2 weeks and I'd be berating myself for being unproductive.
You're always welcome to contribute to the "give Eunice a job" hotline. Only if you know me well enough to know my job preferences please. Hur.

Making Plans



I can't wait till pay day. Then I can go get my Visa Mini Debit. Hooray, here's to an attempt to start a savings account. (which I know would go to pieces in a few months but hey, no harm trying right)

I can't wait till payday. The director is taking his own sweet time in verifying my pay thingamajigg. Pfft.
TGIF AGAIN! I can't believe its going to be October in a week's time. Wow. October man. Soon, I will finish my probation at McCann, thereafter I think I would be promptly told to leave. O well.

Everyone has money problems. Oh yes. Money=problems. Unless you have loads of it. Btw, you are free to contact me to donate the "Help Upkeep Eunice" Fund. Pooo.
This week has been an okay one. I must have a constructive weekend. I MUST! Btw, my new hp alarm sucks. It plays some nice sweet sounding melody to wake you up, where has the hardcore incessant ringing gone to man...it takes that and this headache inducing vibration underneath my pillow to wake me up. And this goddamned phone doesn't have snooze. WTH. I think I need to buy an alarm clock. All this waking up at 8:16am and rushing to leave the house by 8:40am is very traumatic. Tsk.

Okay this post is taking a long ass time to write...and real time update, Director has approved my pay thingamajigg...-prays for money to drop from sky-
I don't think I am going on the company trip. Its been pushed forward to Oct 8 and I don't think I want to go :-( Pooo. Vietnam, HO Chi Minh City doesn't sound too hot and I am too lazy to pack, haha. No money somemore.

I was looking at Bobo's blog archives, man did I look retarded. We've come a long way haven't we? Yeah a long, bumpy way.

"There are worlds and worlds inside you"
Hanif Kureishi

Office Paperclip Boredom


I'm Wally!



Which Dilbert character are you?


Yup, that's me, the ingrate.

After The Rain
It just rained in town and the sun's shining into my window making the LCD screen brighter thank it already is. Yet I am still freezing... Its another nondescript day at the office. My director, for some reason is not at work today. Say it with me now: "Hooray"

I feel like walking out of the office and lying down by the poolside and roaring my lungs out. Yeah. And its only 2.30pm. What the hell. Its a waiting game. Pooo.

All I wanna know is Baby,
If what we had was good,
How come you don't call me anymore

BAH RAAR BAH RAAR BAH.

I have run out of interesting things to say. YAY I am a mundane blogger. Oooh today I had pasta and turkey breast salad for lunch. Oooh, today it rained. Oooh tomorrow I will have beef & mushroom pie for lunch. Oooh. YAY. Oooh. -Pukes blood & dies-

I hate it when dumb people message me. -punches handphone- If my hp vibrates another time I swear I will have a coronary.
Btw, here is an interesting fact: Do you know that excessive consumption of Diet coke (or the artificial sweeteners in Diet Coke) could lead to depression and anxiety?
Hmmm.

I...

I am nothing but a shell.
I have a wardrobe bursting full of pretty clothes.
I am a Money Honey.
I want to be left alone.
I want to be held.
I want the voices to go away.
I want to be strong.
I want to stop trusting.
I am walking Bling Ho.
I am a durrty skank.
I have never been so tired.
I have been disappointed.
I have been stabbed.
I want to stub my ciggerette on my flesh.
I candy-flip.
I am a glam whore.
I am pretending to be cynical.
I have been stripped, raped of myself.

Today the power tripped and I lived in darkness for a good hour.
Everything literally came to a standstill and I sat in the silence.
I popped a Mrs Field's Triple Fudge Brownie bit into my mouth.
I waited for my happy endorphins.
I started to count my calories instead.

Today I woke up and I thought of the first issue I had to deal with.
Everything started reeling and I realised you just fucked me over.
I tried to make excuses for you.
I tried to be angry, but that was yesterday's agenda.
I succumbed to the voices instead.

Today I asked someone for help when I didn't need to if it wasn't for you.
Everything resonated the truth that I've been trying not to believe for the longest time.
I tried to wait patiently.
I tried to calm down.
I tried to still retain my faith in you.
I couldn't.

Today I sat at my computer and thought as I blogged.
Every word spoke volumes and added to my weak semblance of clarity.
I will ride out these 2 weeks.
I will try very hard not to think about what you did.
I will experiment in believing in Kharma and God's justice.
I will try very hard.
I will not be beaten.
I will attempt to erase the bitter taste and tired resignation you left in me.

This will come back and bite you in the ass. Hopefully on one of your poseur paper flowers and pink candy fluff engagement parties.

Its Raining Men

*Radio plays above mentioned song
Colleague: I hate that dumb song, why do they always play it on Class 95?
Me (mentally): Because its an old song for old fogeys like you?
Colleague: Its so irritating, this Its raining men, its raining men nonsense, how am I supposed to work with bad music?
Me (mentally again): Well, then switch stations woman, and don't complain about it!

At 10.35am, amidst my bevy of conversing in various accents over the phone,my colleague's mundane lamentations elucidated my thoughts.
Hmm. Switching stations. I wish somethings were as easy as switching stations and not complaining about things. Well actually, on second thought, they aren't as difficult as we make it out to be as well. It all boils down to perception and how you are willing to adapt and live life a little differently, out of the (sometimes, not too comfortable) comfort zone you built for yourself. This week shall be focused on trying out a little alternative music if you will. Comfort zones are built by oneself, and I think I nested too long in this one.

Spent the weekend differently from how I would normally spend it and it was nice. :) Yes ladies and gentlemen, a miracle in Eunice's blog history. Today she actually doesn't sound that suicidal, bitter and depressed. Hur yourself. Anyway, moving on. Yes, loads of malibu, chips, diet coke, chips and Dolby surround sound Dvds, I like. Throw in some smooth R&B, wit and fast banter. Not exactly high on the happening weekend factor but engaging nevertheless.

Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would bring me back to you
That someday it would bring me back to you

That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on sunday morning
And I never want to leave

Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather still together when it ends
Sunday Morning - Maroon Five

So Sunday came and went, now its Monday morning and my mind is swamped with Monday deadlines, outlook, calls, rampant thoughts running on my mental treadmill, unexplainable smileys, sheep emoticons, photographic snapshots, little questions, a world of wonderings and a lingering picture.

And suddenly the radio blasts Usher & Alicia Key's "If I Aint Got You" as if the station read my mind and decided to multiply my weekend by a tenfold.
I'm happy, even with the thought that Tuesday brings a different outlook.
Hopes for another day indeed

What's with radio stations and Oldies anyways?

Its the Weekend Again

Before you roll your eyes at my unoriginal blog title, stop. Because I haven't had time to blog this whole week! -raves- Yeah whatdaya know? Its a friggin Friday again yo, happenings until mad. I love weekends. I live for them. I crave for them...Okay, enough said.

Let's talk about drunk people and puking. Yes. See, me and good ole Ashlynn headed to Attica to chill with some of Ash's friends from Saatchi etc, and guess what, we were in some VIP-ish bar where there were bottles of Below42 (or isit 42 and Below or whatever) and Tequila aplenty, because apprently these advertising people drink like camels. Picture this, there is this personal bartender/waiter guy hovering at your tables and once you finish the last drop of your drink, he swoops down, tops it up with vodka and mixer of your choice. You put a cig in your mouth and before you can say "Hey waiter, where's my lighter" there's one under your nose. So what do people do in situations like these? They drink like motherfuckers. Let's digress a bit and talk about Attica. Its a nice place, nice company, bad music though, but still nice nevertheless. So cutting the long story short, we ended up in a cab, where Ash promptly laid down and PUKED on my shoes. YES. Thank the lord they weren't my nice ass shoes (just the cheapo ones lah). Oh yes, as well as all over the backseat of the cab. The uncle's muttering hokkien profanities about being "sway" and about young reckless girls, the window's down, the cab smells of...well it smells, and you're squishing your toes in puke. Got out of the cab, our friend was too drunk to go home so crashed at me place. I washed everyone's shoes (just in case) and my brother's like looking at Ash's seemingly lifeless body sprawled over my hallway and muttering to himself about mad sisters and their friends. So an hour later, (after frantic, failed attempts to rouse her and get her to wash up and go to bed properly) I check on her only to find her sprawled in the same position on my hallway, this time lying in a fresh pool of puke. Kodak moment for those stupid SANA ads...So good ole domesticated me wipes up the pool of puke and fails (again) to rouse her. (NB: This is at 2.30am) At approx 6.30am someone prods me and goes "Hey Eunice, could you open the door for me, I need to go home, get changed and go to work" So I drag myself from bed and open the door for her...And I woke up at 8.30am today and now I feel motherfuckin sleepy.
*Note to Ash: Much love still...Love the way your puke smells...hur hur hur.
-snuggle huggles- Hope you're not hungover yo.

Now let's talk about the week. Went on MC on Monday (tsk naughty) and apart from that, the week's been real hectic. Caught "Harold & Kumar Goes to Whitecastle" and oh man, its the bomb man. Its like the most random movie I have watched this year. Been swamped with work and eating choc coated belgian waffles to release happy endorphins so now I am tired and tubby. -wipes choc stained fingers guiltily- I shall resolve not to eat so much and excercise more. More workout sessions...BAH. So now I am in the office, stealthily blogging and typing quietly (bec media analysts are supposed to use ure mouse more than e keyboard and trust me, these people have sharp-assed ears) waiting for 6pm to come so that I can happily fuck off and maybe head to Zouk again...Oh yeah, and what's new: I am broke again. No more spending money on things like eyebrows and nails. Poooo.
Suddenly I feel like smoking...-plots to smoke at approx. 3.00pm-
Toodles...(BAH)

Slip Me Some High
The weekend is finally here and its already the end of Saturday. It was a jammed packed Friday though, and my eyelids can barely open today. Went to the Outdoor Ad Awards with Ash, mingled around, got some free booze and then went to meet the girls. Its really really nice to see people from school. I have come to appreciate that more this week, I think even being in the school premises has a therapeutic effect now. After that it was Zouk (again, haha) It was good, solid fun, especially when I was introduced to Mr Wicked Vodka Lime That Tastes Like Some Yummy Spritzer Drink. Yeah. Yum. Went home feeling woozy, dropped my earrings and handphone on the way as well, luckily I managed to retrieve it today.
I woke up today feeling groggy as hell and slightly hungover. Went lunching with mummy, where I broke my X:odus heels -strokes broken heels lovingly- BAH. Was limping round town half asleep. Ate like a fucking pig as well. Went to Shaun's potluck and saw more ex MCMers. Am thinking of jumping from McCann to Saatchi. No, not as traffic but as Accounts...choices.
I seriously need to wind myself down and get some serious R&R. I shall start planning Eunice's nice R&R Sunday, starting with doing my nails and brows finally, muahaha.
I'm watching "Get Reel" on Channelnewsasia and this week they are featuring broken homes...
"They were asking in class who do you love more, your daddy or your mummy and everyone shouted "Daddy" but I was like, 'Well I don't have a Daddy, so it makes me feel funny'"
My heart goes out to these children. Really. They deserve much better.
Am thinking of going to Church tomorrow. I think it would be a nice yet slightly alien experience. I haven't given much thought to spirituality these days, but one thing is for sure. God has provided a myriad of opportunities for me of which I am thankful for, yet at the same time, He has also taught me so much about love and life for the past few months, since the start of the 2nd semester of Year 3. Its tough, its been tough and I don't think it would ease up.

When I fall in love, it will be forever,
when I fall in love with you.
I wish it wasn't this way. Forever's too hard to bear.

Bogged Down
I am too tired to think of creativ-y things to blog about nowadays. Its more like random updates that I can squeeze in when I find the time. Hurrah its Wednesday. I love Wednesdays, bec it means the weekend is looming so much nearer. I have no idea when I am going to get my pay from McCann, but I think that the finance people are quite vigilant with these things, I hope *crosses fingers*

The past few days have been wrecked by illnesses. Gastric and then diorrhea the next. When will it ever end?! Ugh. And today my boss said "I can't help but notice that you've been coming in late everyday, Eunice" *Note: I come in at about 9.08-9.15am and yeah that's considered late to them. Nevermind that I leave at 7-8pm almost everyday. Bah. So I told her I have been having tummy runs every morning so yeah...and she told me to go see a doctor and I was like thinking "If I see a Doctor, he'll prolly tell me to go to the hospital for a week or two and I can forget about keeping my job!" Arg. Barg. Darg.

I've been super duper sleepy. And that's bad when you know you've got stuff to do. Stuff that requires you to be fucking alert and all so I can't take my own liberty to snooze. Poooo. All the anger, bitterness and grumps.

Anyways, the weekend more than made up for the "Bah" week I guess. Hotel Rendezvous was a blast. We tried to be over-ambitious by swimming and working out and the next day when I opened my eyes, I was like "Okay, oh shit, ok this is going to take some time." But yeah, good company, good company, big bed, big bathtub. Anyways, anyone interested in a job at Saatchi lemme know. Yeah this goes out to you Gene, sms me your email or something, bec I am seriously too tired to press the keypads on my dysfunctional handphone. The time now is 2pm. 4 more dumbass hours to go...