Missing A........

Hi all!


I’m usually a genuinely happy person. I mean, I try to be. One of the most important things I’ve learnt is to be happy.



Like, looking at the mirror and saying ‘I’m happy’ for 50 times.........


It does actually help, OK? Veteran ‘I’m happy’ chanter down here dispensing advice. Even when Life deals u a bad blow, don’t mope, don’t collapse and don’t give up.




Just go find a mirror.....




And ignore all the flaws on your face during said chanting........




And no digging!




It’s damn corny but it’s true. Many times during research, months of preparations can all go down the drain in just 1 single day due to just 1 stoopid mistake that occurs in the space of 5 min. The worse is having to accept that it really really really is your fault and no one else’s becos the project is your baby.



Since I’ve given my baby back to my professor, I’ve been floating like a freaking happy balloon freewheeling in the sky....

Suddenly, there's less acne and more visible facial skin. A lighter step even with the same shoes.




Even also kena walk-peach-flower-luck and got myself a new, marvellous addition to my life.



I’m a happy camper right now. All in all, there is nothing but a freaking improvement in my life.......so ok, have to start giving Ah Ma 50% of my ini-machiam salary to show my deep appreciation for her homemade dinners (ahem) and freshly laundered clothes to wear everyday.



But essentially, life is good.



It’s hard enough to go to work without a big grin splitting the face and I have to curb the urge to point my finger at a few idiotic colleagues and say, ‘Is your life as good as mine??’



Wah lau, damn near did it a few times, but I didn’t. Mean lah, but some of these colleagues drive me crazy........



For one thing, most of them dress in short short skirts ala NUS babes (which they are actually....damn...) and like to flash their lovely long thighs at me. I have a suspicious feeling it's a conspiracy out to get my ego.....everyone is wearing such teensy-weensy skirts nowadays.... The thing is, if they wore something that showed off half their boob balls, I wouldn’t have minded, becos I got boobs also.

But the thighs.....the thighs I dun have and these, these they wiggle and swiggle about and prance like young geldings.........


Another thing, they have seen a pic of A after sneaking over my shoulder one day when I was mooning, eye glazed, and said something that would have deeply wounded me had my skin not been tougher than the canteen’s mee pok tah.


‘Wow! How did you managed to get someone that looks like this?!’


Choujidan! How, indeed! If they had been more sarcastic, I would have gone straight home to bang my mum’s wooden clogs on some red paper dolls with their passport-sized photos and burn holes thru the eyes with joss-stick. But since they look genuinely speechless, I was feeling more charitable and only prayed for the elevator to jam on their way home.........



Alright, enough bitching! If you’ve not realised, I’m in my PMS phase now, so although I’d like to put (another!) disclaimer that says, ‘anything and everything that I blurt out is not my fault but me hormones working overtime’, I cannot.


Becos I’m a woman of Science......

F***

(see? I even censor for the sake of underaged eyes....).

Must.......control.........my.........temper........

Kaaaa-BBOOMMMM!!!!!!





Today, I just admitted to myself I may be feeling a bit bluer than my normal happy self.....A has been too busy and he doesn’t work normal hours. I've been pretty busy too, but when I’m free, well..... I’m really free.....that’s why I’m writing this blog now.....



......OK, so I miss him.... a bit ........... not a lot ......

..........*sniff*.........



I kinda hope to have more work, becos at least it can take my mind off the moping. I often wondered how come those Korean and Jap babes still managed to catch the Yan dao when all they do is cast their puffy red-eyes and stuffy faces at the camera forlornly. I mean, when I cry, I gush like Old Faithful and snort and make those irritating hiccups that seriously gives my throat grief. Moping afterwards gives me wrinkly black eyebags and makes my frens afraid to approach me for fear of enduring another geyser gush or seeing Sadako.....


10 yrs ago before, when fren J just knew me.....,


J: ‘I’ve seen u around, rite?’


AKK: ‘Yes, I’m your junior.’


J: ‘I remember you….you don’t look very frenly.’


AKK: ‘I’ve got PMS.’


J: ‘What? All the time?’



.......... -__- ........




OK, so I look very du lan most of the time......not just when I mope.......but 10 yrs down the road, J just popped another remark yesterday over kopi with me.




‘Are u depressed? Or working too hard?’



‘Why? Do I look it?’



‘Well..... Not really......but...



‘Say it, man!'



‘Well, U do look a bit tired.........’


‘.....ok....’


‘.......and old-er........’


‘........’



.......So yesterday I was looking my du lan self........


......add a few years for the ‘a bit tired’ comment......


........add double for ‘and old-er’...........


.......And you can put another 5 years on me in comparision to all those young Giseles prancing in the office .........



....... After some quick mental calculations, I looked about 35 over kopi.....




‘What u mean......a bit?’



*sensing trouble...* ‘A bit is a bit lah.’



‘A little bit or a big bit?’






I need to shut up right about now.......



And perhaps it’s time to invest in some low tops that expose half my boob balls.....

A just smsed to say he can’t meet today....

Oh well, time to go find a mirror........

And I promise not to dig .......





OUT!


AKK

PS. Following the spirit of Lancerlord, 5 things I'm thankful for today.

1. My lil' bro's blog

2. My new breadmaker :)

3. Kong Bah Pau for lunch and Lontong for dinner

4. Finding the Incredible Hulk's Pic

5. My boobs