It’s also true what they say

About how the best times you have, will be with the best friends you’ve made throughout the years..

These are the people I know for sure I can have a blast with regardless of where we are or what we’re doing, the people who will always be on my Christmas card list and the ones who will be running around drunk sorting out the issues at my wedding and bringing me my something new and something blue.

Sadly, a lot of us are tied up with our busy lives, and taking a few days off to chill seems to be a real luxury these days. Good for me though, that this bunch of people are pretty much game for everything, from cultured opera shows to a weekend of doing absolutely nothing but being bums and getting wasted.

Phantom of the opera last month – which happened very suddenly, for me at least but worked out real well. I’ll never be able to listen to the ‘chicken rice shop’ jingle in the same way again.

Cherating in conjunction with Angie's birthday on labour day – supposed to be a big gang bang of a trip but ended up the three stooges drive up north. But it was good times, and we didn’t even need the Jim Beam or the wine to be a catalyst. Though, with it, things got a whole lot more serious. I remember sitting on that wooden patio, with the three of us sharing some of the most private stuff with each other. I cant remember all of what was shared, thanks to the bourbon..but, I can remember going ‘whoa’ a lot. To distance, but yet having closeness

Miri Jazz Fest a couple of weeks back – I’m not your regular jazz junkie, but I went along because I’ve never been to that part of Malaysia, and I knew I’d need a break. It was a glorious weekend of pampering, music, beautiful sunsets, food and imitating weird ass dance moves. That’s right girls, do ‘the spasm’ all together now!

So..what's next?

Its true what they say

About starting your day early with excercise and what not..I made my frist gym trip in two months this morning, which i will duely blame on not being able to leave the office before sun set and the star not aligning in my favour. And what makes this an even more momentous occasion was that i woke up at 9ish to go to the gym. For those of you who know me, thats way early on a saturday morning by my standards.

So i did 30 minutes in the threadmill, 3 sets of 10 on the arm thing and 3 sets of 10 of the abs cruncher before i decided to stop else i keel over and die. And knowing my luck, it wouldn't even happen at the feet of a hottie. But getting back to the point, last sunday, I also miraculously awoke early and went walking up the Kiara hills with a friend, and on both days..I have come back home feeling energized and geared up, albiet very hungry. Of course, on the drive home i've concorted a great plan in my head about how I will use this 'feel good' uhm, feeling to remind myself to gym more often, and in 3 months have Jessica Alba's body.

Though, the minute I fed my stomach, i ended up spending the rest of the day vegetating in front of the idiot box.

I have been feeling extremely unhealthy these past couple of months. Eating out most of the time and giving in to my only vice in the name of stress, not having much body movement unless its from my cubicle to the toilet, and of course, forgetting to take my vitamins. I need to consiously get myself into doing some form of exercise whether i'd rather be sleeping or not, else if i keep up this lifestyle, by the time i turn 40 i'd be obese and suffering from high blood preassure, diabetes and depression.

I need to seriously learn to swim (ANGIE!), I need to stock my drawers at work with food so i don't eat nonsence all the time and I need to decide if i should quit the gym and buy a threadmill to decorate my room.

The Annu update

(decided to do this because Sumi and n.g. did it and I want to be part of the cool kids. heh! You know, like when you were in school and you didn't buckle your pinafore because all the cool kids didn't )

Mood : Damn annoyed. Have been working for well over 11 hours. Need to be awake in 5 hours to head for a two day Summit, eyes are heavy as hell but when I lay down I can't fall asleep

Music : Marcy's Playground - James Blunt - Frankie Valli

Food : Bread, with chicken kurma and potatoes. No, ONE potatoe. Only because my parents are so used to me not eating dinner at home anymore. So I had to make do.

Boredom level : Can't be bored, gravitate towards work.

Panic level : Extremely high.

I spend most of my time with : My ThinkPad..it has been my companian the most lately, by force and also sometimes, by choice.

Favourite drink : Coffee (by the pots). But I also love Vitagen!

What I should be doing but am too tired to do : Two press releases.

I have a secret crush on : a guy I met at work a few weeks ago.

I think Sumi & n.g should watch : Kabhi Gushy Kabhi Gham..hahah because they wouldn't if nobody made them!

I think everyone else should watch : Beautiful Mind

I worry about : Money. And if I will bring up good children or will they turn out to be dark and twisty.

I miss : Logan

One thing I managed to come to terms with that I could not admit before : I actually secretely want to be skinny like all those women in magazines. No it doesn't affect my self esteem and I'm not about to start puking my guts out, but I used to be all macho and pretend like I couldn't give two hoots about having love handles and thunder thighs. And then look in the mirror and get all dark and twisty (hey!). And if i didn't love food so much and find it such an absolute waste, I'd most probably be puking my guts out. Now, I love all my flabby bits.

Where I should be right now : In dreamland, fast asleep seriously.

Where I am : Sitting on my bed, in my jammies.

I am afraid: Of hurting someone who loves me with every inch of his heart..with one swift reckless action.

I hate: I hate a lot of things, but right now, pretentious people who give air kisses, people who have to resort to dirty filthy tactics to get something. People who pretend to be friends but actually don't know the true value of it.

Hah!

I am rediculously tired but yet i am sitting here cross legged uploading photos. Because I told a scrawny friend i'd do it. One would think, that since I am itching to fall asleep in my cold yet somehow warmly inviting bed and have a nagging back ache to nurse, I would skip the part where one individually renames all the many many photos. Did I stress on the many?

Yet I sit here patiently sucking in my pictorial memories of the past two days. As the chat windows lessen because more rational people have decided to sleep, and as my knees start to join my aching back, I realise I have more things to add on to my to do list at work tomorrow, and then sigh because I know, I just know i am bound to forget some things and then run around in a frenzy come Monday morning. Why, because I am also a painful procrastinator who never never learns from her mistakes and I choose to beleive that I work best under preassure. I do, I really do.

Great, for some reason the photos have loaded minus the individual names but with the boring tags it comes with when you first transfer it from the camera. I wonder what happened there, besides a waste of my time, a total waste of my time.

I will not write about Cherating now, because I must do it when I'm in a slightly less bitter mood, when i am not dreading work tomorrow and I am not incredibly jealous of Aji who is already in Korea and not feeling my jealousy increase ten folds when the rest of them leave for the Asians on Saturday and when I am not missing Logan more then usual and when I am not wishing that I was there building more memories with Aji and Logan and when I am not worried because I can hear my dad coughing from my room, and when I am not bloated from my late dinner of nasi lemak and dim sum. Yes one after another, I am a glutton I know.

And Sumi is ignoring me..I shall torment her with pictures of wonderful Malaysian dishes soon as pay back..hah!