The Feline Territory

My brother got me and twinnie a girl’s bestest plaything: MAC Makeup! Hehe.

When MAC released its latest Barbie Loves MAC edition, it brought me back to yesteryear when the most important decision of the day was what bikini my Barbie should wear to the pool party with what shoes.

Have i ever mentioned that i’m nicknamed Barbie at the office? Gosh, i hate it….. but its really because i’ve influenced all the girls in the office with my magic wand and after only few months, they no more come to the office bare-faced… hehe. They now know how to put on eyeshadow and the right lipstick color. Plus, they actually begin to use the makeup they buy! Oh ya, and they even use eyeliner now!

Even our boss and other male collegaues are surprised and definitely knew rightaway who’s the culprit Who else could it be none other than me the artist on the prowl…

Anyway, I remember playing with Barbie when i was little…. i had a collection of them, and also the Polly Pocket collection and the My Little Pony Collection..

So, is Barbie really all growned up now?

With MAC’s latest product line-up… i guess Barbie has a new name now… and a new fame…

And, even though i’m 26, i might still be able to pull off a ‘Barbie’… maybe not at the tall doll house, but… somewhere in another phase… hehe.

Barbie Loves MAC kit

My parents were so overblowned that my twin and i turned 26. I was like- what the heck, i’m too old for this. This is not the age for cakes and ballons… and there should be no gifts either, the opening-presents ceremony is way too 1980’s.

But, i guess the 1980’s is here to stay. My parents had everyone coming over with cakes and food and there was actually a tent… and caterers and presents… for the 26 year olds!

I am wayyyyy too old for this.

All i wanted was a good spa, massage and hairwash. Well, i got my hairwash, but that came with the trip to the diamond shop with Daddy and the big party at dinnertime.

So, Happy Birthday to me (the old cat!) and may the years to come be more glorious than before..

I became a nomad last week. My boss sent all the girls in our team for a so called "You girls go have fun" kinda trip consisting of complete getaway to the East Coast of Malaysia meeting Eon and Proton Edar dealers. We hit Kelantan, Terengganu and Kuantan in 4 days.

However, it was more like, "You girls go see what its like to really go on a roadtrip and live like the rockers on a concert tour".

Last week itself, i stayed at 3 different hotels in 3 different states. This month itself, i stayed at 5 different hotels altogether! Ugh… i am getting the pang of it!!

So this is what it really feels like to live out of the suitcase. I’ve bruised myself from the long hours in the car.

I don’t think i can endure another hour of conversation discussing cars anymore. Puke puke puke. It was an 8am to 12am job, no joke.

The good thing about meeting dealers is the fact that they treat you like ambassadors and you will be fed the best of dinners and lunches.. and it includes a round of karaoke too…

So, I’ve been swimming in many pools (Renaissance Kota Bharu is my favourite so far) and jogging in the morning before work by the beach (the long strecth of Terengganu beach is my favourite) and dining at many places (Kopitiam in Kuantan is wayyyyy happening) and this resulted in a high fever late Friday nite!Ughh.. thanks to ActiFast, i got myself cured 12 hours later…

I am sooo glad that i’m back in KL… at home with my own pillows and blankie…

Air Nyiur in Kuantan

You see, me and Sephora have an intimate relationship. I first read about it and its megastore and mega existence in Newsweek Magazine dated somewhere in March-April 2006. The article showed the architecture of the store and mentioned that it has literally everything underneath the sky (i mean, everything cosmetics). Its humongous, filled with all the brands and its a makeup artist’s heaven. My heaven.

Finaly, when i stepped into the store located at Times Square, Manhattan, i gasped as the glass door swing open and the sales-lady approached me and said "Welcome!". She handed me a cute square basket written there: SEPHORA, and i thought i was dreaming.

Aziz Bakar who came along to accompany me doesn’t exist anymore. That moment was just between me and my toys

But last week, my Sephora pink lipstick went missing, so i began reminiscing my shopping galore in the Sephora store itself- i don’t mean a dinky store like they have now in Singapore, but i mean- the REAL store, the ultimate headquarters!!!

There were many ailes, there were Becca, Nars, Dior, Chanel, Philosophy, Juice, Carol’s Daughter, Benefit, Bliss, Borjois, Lola, and over 200 others!!

I visited that Sephora close to 6 times when i was in Manhattan for a month. That, i considered, was a part of my childhood memory.

That’s me in front of the store

Aziz Bakar took this photo when i was busy forgetting his existence

The makeup artist’s heaven i was referring to

I am a person who’s full of new resolutions. Every time an occasion arises, i’d make a list of to-do’s and see how far i have and will accomplish them.

People say age is just a number- for me, age is overrated. Many dont really act their age, many dwell over their age as if their days are numbered, so i decided to celebrate my age now that i’m close to turning 30 (in 4 years time).

I wonder how will i be in 4 years time? My boyfriend said that i’d be driving a different car and i’d already be havin’ babies.

A huge part of me does not wanna grow up. I longed for those innocent childhood days- at least the part when i was in uni… and the most important decision of the day was whether or not i should meet with with Mr. who then was my bf for lunch… or, should i, or should i not wear mascara to class today?

Anyways, i’m no longer 18, and i don’t demand birthday gifts anymore, so i decided to ponder upon my short life and got a little depressed over the fact that i still live with my parents. Thats really not a bad thing for some, but i feel like as long as i dont get a place of my own, i am still not independent.

So, since i might be celebrating my birthday in Terengganu due to showroom visits Proton has scheduled for me, iand because i still cannot get a place of my own, decided to get myslef a birthday gift today.

I trotted to Mont Blanc boutique and decided that a black leather wallet and a matching red cardholder would make me look like the 26 year old that i am. So, it costed me a whopping RM xxxxxxxxxx, but with a little help from my Citibank Gold, i walked away looking like a real lady.

If there was anything that could make me feel better, its the exquisite Mont Blanc! Haha.

I deserve this because nobody else should get me a birthday gift now that i’m close to 30

I deserve this because i’m still not allowed to live on my own now that i’m close to 30

I deserve this because i didn’t get anything nice for myself in Switzerland

I deserve this because i work long hours at the office every single day

I deserve this because i didn’t spend any of my subsistence allowance when i was overseas

I deserve this because i want to look like a matured adult whenever i take out cash out of my wallet

Its a reflection of the postcards we see and the pictures we see on billboards every now and then. Very very very pretty

However, i hated the flights there… unfortunately MAS was fully booked, so me and the engineers had to settle for dinky KLM Airlines which surprisingly had good food (either that, or i’m just a neurotic yoghurt lover)…. and i was stucked with this Mat Salleh who had non-stop questions about why i have faith in Islam. I quote him: "I am a true Catholic.. for 72 years, i believe no one can tell me what to do… yada yada yada…". It had to be the hijab, i thought…. he was asking me why a kid like me was obeying to the rules of other….. blah blah blah…. it was sickening, it was as if he never went to school or anywhere else in the world where Muslims lived….. apparently he was from a Mat Salleh kampung somewhere where the farmers lived…. he even showed me a pic of his house and his farm… i even saw a cow! So, i decided to let it go, and save the debates for better individuals…… and because he was 72, because he was my flight partner for the next 12 hours, and because he helped carry my extremely heavy cabin luggage 4 times into and out of the cabin compartment, and because i was extremely sleepy and tired, and because i was on a company trip with people who i work with- i decided to behave myself and play the "I don’t speak English" attitude.

Arriving in Amsterdam wasn’t that easy either because we had a 5-minute transit- and everybody ran to the appointed gates- i saw the MD ran, the Chairman ran, his PA ran… i decided to be fashionably late by running to the ladies first.

But arriving in Geneva did not make me feel much of the hyped-up tourist either, because i got into a battle with again a bunch of Mat Salleh for losing our luggages on the short transit. I mean, you should never tell a girl on a trip that her bags missed the flight…. i was like: my makeup! my muffler! my shoes!! hehe. Well, we were 3 boys and little me, but i guess you don’t have to think twice to know who’s the most demanding one of all…. i was being Little Miss Prick who made sure her bags arrived in 3 hours or KLM will never hear the end of it.

Hhhm…. but when i got to the Hotel in Montreux named Villa Toscane, i felt smacked in the heart of Switzerland, the Snowy mountains surrounding me, and everything looked like paradise. On the way there, i asked myself what heaven would really look like if earth already look as pretty as this?

The next day, we checked into another hotel in France…. it was less fashionable than the one in Montreux, but it had the prettiest bathtub (complete with light blue bath salts!!) and a small lake with a deck (complete with ucks swimming here and there) and it was fabulous…

Is Switzerland really a honeymoon destination? HHmm…. i guess i am more of a "city" fan than to really appreciate the countryside… i would go to Manhattan anytime of the day…. but, i’d say its the scenery that perhaps puts you in the mood for lurveee…..

But, there’s always Geneva for any city-like life! I walked into a Harry Wisnton ! What the heck, i think i saw the diamonds they once lent Nicole Kidman…!

The bad thing about shopping there is that its meant for the super-rich and unfortunately i am one gal (comapare to the Swiss) who’s below the poverty line. I spent more money on chocs for my colleagues rather than anything for me-self!

But, i persuaded myself to get that i ever so want "NARS" lipstick in Dolce Vita (because i once read in InStyle magazine that Nicole Kidman never leaves home withou it) and ever since reading that article, i was searching for it like a maddog. And, green-gold eyeshadow called Night Porter hehe.

So, thank you Switzerland for making my first European trip a trip that reigned in my head as the prettiest country ever!

I’m back from the Geneva International Motorshow- and i think i experienced one of the most severe skin irritation ever- thanks to the cold cold cruel weather.

Anyhow, the show was superb! (Check out my pic with my favourite brand, VW- the one with the hot red VW Golf) hehe.

The best part was the fact that Shakira (Yes, "Hips Don’t Lie") turned up and moved the crowd.

I have never seen so many cool cars in my entire life! I think i have fallen for the new Accord thanks to its new face, the cute Mini, and of course, the admirable unbeatable Aston Martin and my all time dream machine, the luscious Ferrari

I truly did not get enough of it….

Dear Mr. Postman,

I found this card and it was love at first sight. For a card that gave such a sensational instant reaction, it had to be posted to the beloved the soonest possible.

From the bottom of my heart, i have lost all sense of missing that someone, or missing anyone for that matter because the last goodbye was too hard to bear, and this period of not having to see him real life for the past 9 months has made me numb from all the aching i have been experiencing.

I wish that this card reaches him in the best of health and extreme happiness. I wish you were posting me there instead of this card. I wish this card brings joy and warm tears to the reader’s heart and may he paste onto his plasma tv screen as a daily rememberence and inspiration. Then, he will keep it safe in his big thick scrapbook like he always does, a book thats filled with all our plane tickets and roller coaster rides.

Please let him know that i am doing well and fine here without him, and in fact, i am doing more than fine, i am doing simply amazing, and i am embracing and experiencing life just like the way he wanted me to. My life is like the Chewy Dewy Chocolate Ice Cream we always eat from Baskin Robbins… but its missing its whipped cream, and the cherry on top. My ice cream taste delightfully wonderful, it tasted good. But it doesnt taste great, because its mssing the sweetness, and that sweetness will be reading this card soon.

If only we both knew that unlike others, we would be facing a life less ordinary. This is extraordinary. This is what we call dating in the virtual world. Sometimes it feels like living in cyberspace and we cyberdate and we live literally on emails and internet calls and sms’s and international phone calls. Most importantly, we had to live with the fact that we have each other, on a virtual basis.

Sigh…..If there was anyone in the world who knew the definition of missing someone, that anyone might possibly be me.

And for that Mr. Postman, please send him my handwriting- at least he will get a tiny portion of seeing me real-life. If there was anything more romantic than writing a love note on a blog, it would be sending him my love the old fashion way.

Opposites attract. Just like the Pancakes and Pepperoni delighte’ that i had just now over lunch with one of my bestest gal, Era.

Who would’ve ever thought that two different things can come together so wonderfully? I finally realized that you can get the best of both world sometimes.

I guess working so hard isn’t so bad after all Here’s to the long hours and the cranky bosses and the many long walks to the stinky car factory! Cheers!! At least by some chance, you will get posted to the land of the snow-capped mountains and embrace the cold air of Europe. Sigh…. now i wish Aziz Bakar was coming along with me on this trip.

Anyway, Era was wishing me well for the long journey, and we had the fabulous-never-say-fabulous pancakes ever. A must try!

Nothing is better than a real girl-bonding just before you leave the country to a place you have only seen in Hindi movies and video clips

Being fatigue from work spoils my mood for packing for m Switzerland trip. I instead went for a scrumptous pasta dinner at the Curve’s Western Courtyard and ate a humongous plate of pasta and a pot of Earl Grey Tea.

The week passed by so fast that i was dumbfounded when the weekend is finally here. I wish tomorrow is a Monday so i can compose that memo that i was supposed to send 12 hours ago. I wish we all won’t have to go home so that i could settle the many more analysis on market intelliegence that i  havent gotten the chance to finish up. I wish we had hostels beside the office so we could work more than 15 hours a day and wont feel tired commuting back and forth.

Literally, i have turned into a real office nut. A workaholic. A workaholic. A workaholic!

No, i know how to have fu. I look forward to weekends. Nope, i used to look forward to weekends. Nope, not anymore. I dread weekends because my days become unproductive when the rush hour isnt here.

I have definitely turned into one of those ofice nerd and work bugs.

I definitely need a holiday.

I need to be cast away from the rush hour and do something else for a change.

But, i am 25 years old, what more better can i do besides this??

Perhaps i needed something more to fulfill me besides this everyday running around. The thing is, i like this everyday running around.

What is the matter with me?

I think i’ve been absorbed into this thing called work depression.

!!