Note to self :
must.not.assume.that.all.ppl.will.appreciate.details.

Here’s an interesting article. Thanks, Ian, )

I was at Paris Hilton’s album launch at Zouk on Friday nite. Yep, I was there… but not exactly by choice. And let’s just say that the event was NOT up to my expectations at all.

And I’m further reminded why I’ve never liked going to clubs like Zouk. Imo, (1) It’s a pretentious place, (2) The music sucks, (3) It’s so boring. Give me a salsa club any nite, at least I know I can work up some sweat rather than just absorb cigarette smoke in my hair and clothes. Maybe I’m biased but really, these clubs just dun have any appeal at all, haha.

The nite was rather spoiled because of 2 incidents…

Before we went in to Zouk, we were sitting at the Terrace Bar, watching the big screen TV and drinking our margaritas when this bunch of foreigners (most likely Americans from their accent) walked in. There were about 10+ of them and they caught my attention coz firstly, they were loud. Secondly, they started demanding loudly to a waiter for a VIP table coz according to one of them, they’d spent like, 4000 dollars (or some equally high amount) at that place. Then, this is the most ridiculous part of the whole scene, one of them pulls out a gold credit card, holds it up to the waiter’s face and says “You see this? This is a VIP card. V-I-P. We are Very Important People”. At this point, I was already rolling my eyes and thinking, “Aiyoh! Gold credit card only mar. I also got lar! Just apply then can get lar. Since when does having a gold credit card entitle u to be a VIP?!”

And then, the waiter who was trying to get a table set up for them (the place was quite full), had the nerve to ask the 2 ladies sitting behind our table to move up to the bar so he could let this group of rude, loud, inconsiderate foreigners have the table. I mean, come on lar! Those ladies are also paying for their drinks, ok??? This is not a kopitiam where it is normal practice to request for customers to share tables or move to a smaller table so the table can be given to a larger group. Just coz this bunch of rude foreigners come in and demand for a table, u ask a customer who’s already occupying a table and in the middle of their drink to vacate the table for these ppl??? Let THEM sit at the freaking bar and wait for a table to become available lar! Geez! Maybe this could be standard practice in the F&B industry… I dunno, I’m not in the industry but I just think it’s wrong. There was no sign that any of the tables were VIP tables and if they wanted to cater to so-called VIPs like these, they should just build a VIP room so they can just stash these loud VIPs there and not compromise the comfort of their other regular paying customers.

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Then, as I was driving out of the open air car park that’s opposite Saloma and MATIC (next to Lai Meng Chinese school), as I just moving to merge into the oncoming traffic on my side of the road (I wanted to head to Jln Bkt Bintang via KLCC), I almost hit this 2 mat sallehs who chose to walk across in front of my car at that particular moment.

Ok, so it was my fault for not looking out for traffic coming from the left side of me when I’d just wanted to merge into the lane going the same direction (apparently, pedestrians take precedence in ALL situations)… but u’d think it was common sense to walk BEHIND a car who was just abt to make a left turn into traffic.

I was quite shaken after that coz it’s never happened to me before and I was trying to figure out why. So after thinking back to all similar driving scenarios, I’ve never come across anyone who’d walked in front of my car! But anyway, like I was told by Merv, pedestrians rule. So thanks to this incident, I’ll be more paranoid in the future abt looking out for pedestrians with no common sense at all.

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Seriously, wat’s with all these foreigners who come to our country and think that they can flash around their gold credit cards and get VIP treatment and walking like they own the freaking roads??? I dun go to other ppl’s countries and make a nuisance of myself.

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Thankfully, the lousy first part of the nite was compensated by an enjoyable salsa nite, though Salsa Havana was really quite hot. Dunno wat happened to their air-conditioning…

*deep breath* Gotta hang in there for at least another 10 months…

I just dun understand why some ppl won’t take ownership of their own work and tasks. I mean, like, grow up already! U’re in charge of something, then just make sure it gets done without requiring any pushing and prodding.

I also dun understand why some ppl always must make things difficult when, at the end of the day, we’re all working towards the same goal i.e. work our asses off to generate more and more and more revenue for our employer… and sit on our hands and hope that we’d be given a minute slice of it at the end of the year.

And I dun understand why we always have to say YES to everyone who comes to us when other ppl who are supposed to support us can say NO or make it so difficult for us to implement our YES.

And I’m even angrier at myself for letting myself be affected by such pricks. Gotta.Grow.Thicker.Skin.And.Stuff.It.All.Back.Into.Their.Faces!!!!

So tiring, groveling and begging ppl to do stuff… geeez… like I owe them my life *rolling eyes*

Oh, he has 6 new puppies and they are soooooooooo adorable!!! )

Am very annoyed with myself.

Must.Not.Let.Self.Get.Affected.By.Morons.And.Assholes.

Ggggrrrrrr…

I just realized something…

I automatically associate anything Indian (songs, movies, dances, etc.) with happy/fun feelings coz I had such a great time there when I visited the country last year.

Which is why I listen to 92.3FM (Hindi/Tamil radio station — still can’t figure which is it!) when I get bored with the mainstream radio stations, even though I dun understand a single word they’re singing…

Which is why I enjoy going to Masjid India and Lebuh Ampang… coz I’m usually shopping for sarees and other accessories for Odissi in these places…

Maybe we were lucky coz we had a friend who was an Indian national with us during our trip so we had someone deal with the drivers and shopkeepers for us, someone to select the restaurants for us, and someone to take us shopping (or getting his brother to take us shopping when he had stuff to do, hehe).

Maybe it would’ve been different if we three gals (two Chinese and one M’sian Indian) were to have gone on the trip on our own.

BUT maybes aside, it was an awesome trip. And I would love to visit the country again soon.

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TB : Eh, call Amber and check on the phones.
Me : Where’s her card? I gave to u just now.
TB : Eh? Where got? *rifling thru his stack of namecards*
Me : Got lar. I passed it to u at the back of my head just now *going thru my stack of namecards just to make sure*
TB : Dun have lar *still rifling to his stack of namecards* Eh, if it’s on ur table, I’m gonna kill u.
Me : Dun have lar! *going thru my cards one by one* Company A…Company B…Company C… Dun have lar! Eh, if it’s on UR table, I’M gonna kill u.
TB : Oh, here it is *picks Amber’s card under a pile of rubbish on his desk and flinging card back to my table* Too late! *smug grin*
Me : *mentally boxing his ears*

TB = The Boss

I’ve been having this same blonde moment lately.

Make that about 3-5 times too many, when I should’ve already learnt from the first one.

Each time I fill my car with gas, I’d close the gas cap (is that wat it’s called?) BUT I forget to close the tank cover! And it happened again just now, on the way home from work.

Usually, I’d catch it before I left the gas station. But tonight, I didn’t catch it until I was out on the highway. I glanced at my rearview mirror and went “Oh shit, how blurdy embarrassing!” So I had to stop at the side of the road, dash outta my seat and slam the cover shut.

The only reason I can figure out as to why this keeps happening is that, while I’m closing the gas cap, I’m removing my credit card receipt from the machine at the same time coz I’m irrationally paranoid about it flying off and then I tend to forget to close the tank cover and just drive off. But thing is, I dunno WHY I’m so paranoid about my receipt flying off from the machine… when I can always request for another one from the cashier! *smacks self in the head*

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Oooooeeeerrrr…

I’m so tired.

Running around the whole day trying to (1) cater to everyone’s request to work on their event (2) get ppl to do their part in the events, and (3) negotiating on budgets and everything else… IS REALLY HARD WORK!

I really really need to go for a course on negotiation skills coz I SUCK at it!

I know I’m stressed when (1) I feel suffocated, and/or (2) the back of my neck starts to ache.

BUT… I took a risk and made the change to get out of my comfort zone.

So now I gotta work to make it worth the risk.

Owww… headache now… urgh… (