Word Play

People can say a lot.
A lot can be said from one to another.
A lot of these words does not authenticate the meaning if the entire conversations sometimes.
Perhaps whatever said do mean something..
In a way that only the person who mutter it out will know what is being defined by what he said.
When a lot is being said, a lot can be taken for real for those who listen too
While what is said is being taken for real to those who listen
Listener too may be taken for a ride in believing what is being said...
A good ride, a really nasty ride
No one can judge,
One can assume, one can accuse
But no know if what is said is meant to be a fact in disguise or for real
Be it disguise
Be it real
Who knows?
Only time will tell
Only time will heal if it's unpleasant to you ear
Only time will prove if there is a rosy bed on the other side of the rainbow..
You WORD game..

Art For Grabs

 What is best to describe me;

Traits I am born with

Terms I would like to grow accustomed to

Character that I often display

Now.. this is new..

(in conjunction with Stop Motion Project)

I am not sure how many ladies out there  will still be able to remain calm as a pot of honey when being called these names. I have seen a lot who went amok and starts making loud , extreme clear clarification on why they are not one of the above..

Seriously, I always think that it takes up a whole lot of effort and hard work to agitate / mutilate / elevate one to gain a status. Regardless of it being a bad or a good one. I really do not care much if people call me a bitch. (But I seriously hate it when you call me ugly lor...!) 


I am fine by the way I lead my life. Despite mum and most probably the entire family clan clinging to both side of mom and dad who never do understand why do I keep a distance from them; because I don't need any of you people's superficial advice on how to take charge of my life when you do not even swear go through a life like mine!

I don't know why did I divulge the topic...anyway... ARTS FOR GRABS! This is my second time attending, but this time I helped Mei with her button badges.
I love these kinda 'memperjuangkan something something' event where people will go all out to advocate for something either close to their heart or simply because it sounds cool to advocate for something. But for whatever reasons, more voices is better than no voices rite? ;)

If it ain't Hot, it ain't Me!

Crepe RM5.90 from Central Market

magnetic tiles from Rekhss!

my entire ensemble of less than RM100 whch got featured in MSN Life & Style =P

The best thing about Art For Grabs is that this will be the time for us to get our hands into buying books deemed not proper for public reading =D

Please?

I only have one quick wish this Christmas - for all of you who have read this post to Please drop y to Isetan at Gardens Mid Valley (level 2) and buy some batik from me =D

I am most probably the only sales promoter / assistant or whatever you call those people who stands at the counter with their hands held at crotch level to have opt to park at the Premium Parking Lot in The Gardens. I seriously have considered jockey parking, but am not sure which is the nearest jockey services. I think there are at least half a million people that throng the whole of that Mid Valley city on a weekend.

And standing with hand held at crotch level with 4 inches heels ain't joke. I tried for 2 days. I think by now I may have mutilated my reproduction system. And most probably lost 3 ounce of knee joint plasma that will need 3 bottles of glucosamine for me to do some knee repairing job. This knee kneading / massage ain't helping. 

And so I attempted to get a pair of flats for RM50!! Seriously, I have not felt  in a 5-inches heels before. But today - I fell while wearing a flat shoes! Which leads to me almost scratching a car in the car park as I was trying to vigorously balance myself with my hands (while having the car key in hand) and scracth thru a Honda while doing the balancing mode =P

Story cut short -Please drop by and pay me a visit, smile and say Hi and BUY SOME BATIK FROM ME!

humble little counter

Please?

The Roundabout Series

This is how the highway looked like when I drove to KLIA at 120kmph

As much as I do not enjoy driving, being an outdoor sales person have more or less moulded me into a driver capable of re-routing without a GPS, co-habitate with my car (without any sexual innuendos!) since I am always in it, perform various task (no rhythmic gymnastic moves involved), and of course make calls, camwhore and sending text message is a ritual act of nature performed without fail. I have also adapted the habit of sleeping while driving, which is not a very good thing to do but I managed to excel >.<

No matter how perfect I am in honing my multi tasking skills, sometimes one just can't steer away from getting into shits. Caused by other's negligence. And somehow that damn TRANSNASIONAL bus driven by a pakcik decides to lick my anal HARD. I swear it was so hard I swerved unwillingly to the left of the road.

I got de-virginated =(

I think I could have won the Most Sucessful No Expression Award given the fact that I literally and practically had no mood to be in anger nor scared nor happy when it happened.

It happened. I got down. I looked. I took a notebook. I note down plate number, time and location and I left. It was as if I do not want to register that particular scenario in my life for the month of December 2010. 

I hate mishaps! I hate having to go through the trouble to go to the designated police station which allows reporting on vehicle accident. Designated! Read! I don't get it why can't any other police station with the same uniformed personnel in tight pants do the same freaking reporting.

I hate being asked to draw the incidents and using my identity card to act the role of my car and driving license the role of the bus and act the whole scene out. Seriously, in which incident would the story teller says that it is their fault? In my case, it really isn't my fault!

I ended the incident by brushing it off as a fact that has happened. I really dread dealing with gomen related agencies. The amount of calling and re-directing to different department and re-routing only to be telling the same story again annoys me. Just to think about it annoys me. And having to call Telekom on a monthly basis to seek for clarification on why is my line disconnected annoyed me enough on a monthly basis.

I really would like to brush off any other dealings with THEM.  Unless they are going to buy batik from me. 

I really dreaded the entire process of getitng hit in the ANAL and making a report out of it with a burly policeman wearing tight pants asking me to act the scene out.. dreaded so much so that I actually thought of just getting a new car to mend my dissapointment.. O.o (diva!!!)

Hmm... why did my post now swerve to talk about inefficiency in organisation?? 

Year End Report

The entire 365 days is going to wrap up very soon and most bloggers will be giving a wrap up of what they have achieved so far. I, as usual can't recall much of what I have achieved that will be so significant and perhaps provides an impact to myself or those around me. Achieving higher tolerance level towards a nagging mom is not an achievement by the way......

To start off, at the end of September, I suspected I have sinus. A symptom that I won't bother googling, suffice to know people do have such a symptom. Perhaps it's cool to make a statement- "Oh sorry I have sinus, can I escape from doing this such and such chores?" As at now, I am wasting toilet roll trying to slurp out whatever contained inside thhis huge nose of mine.

Then, there was so many camwhore session done this year since I started to guest blog in YourShoppingKaki, which leads me to self staring session after every camwhore session and contemplates on any possibility to perhaps get a nose job and some eye lid repairing? No? Also microdermabrasion..

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Nevertheless, the feeling of inadequacy does very little in tarnishing my personal view on myself - THAT I AM HOT la...(sorry, can't help it..) I see no reason for me to belittle ownself, despite a bigger nose (though people say its properous, ok) On the good side of these constant camwhore project, I can't stop realising how good I feel about myself (THAT I AM HOT) and that I should continue my voyage into improving my sense in being fashionable and perhaps nurture myself into a fashion blogger?  (wow, this whole paragraph of self-praise!) That fashion blogger part won't happen, because I realise after all, I am just not as keen into fashion. I discovered it's more of self-adoring over own self, not my sense of dressing =P

My ego is bigger than the Carmex stick ok..

This is also the year that I have not been stepping a foot into any territory of a night market (your local neighbourhood pasar malam). Yeah, I am damn high end, I have no idea how does a pasar malam looked like now. Instead I was hogging a lot of bazaars every weekend =)

sunny Sunday in Urbanscapes!

 Urbanscapes again! 

Chic Pop in Sunway Giza

 Die die also must get something in Pick N Grab

See why I told ya I got bad sense in dressing young?

Sailormooning in Youth 2010

Going to bazaars and getting to know more online acquaintances have over exposed me to the Gen Y lots which I must admit have brought much impact to a 31 years old woman, with an ordinary career and less than ordinary life.

Once brought up to believe that if I leave the fan oscillation at Level 2 instead of the highest oscillating rate, I would be able to save some bucks on the utilitiy bills, I have now turn into a compulsive, reckless shopper-nista that gives more priority to shopping than paying up bills...  (and I leave the fan on at all times now..) 

bad habits that requires serious treatment

Dear adik-adik, lilttle vain-pots and compulsive uni or college, non wage earning citizens,

Shopping is not a sin. But shopping beyond means are a REAL BIG SIN. Because when you grow up, like ME at my age, the probability of you not being able to manage your finances because you just need to buy that Iphone 4 and whatever Intelli-phone simply because Vanessa Rob-My-Life, your uni mate were seen hanging out in uni snapping picture in Hispatmatic mode and you need to follow suit will make you a monster of material!!

Till 2 months back, I was still hanging on to my ICU-ed K550 Sony Ericson...

I did not get to go to much travel destination this year. Not that I make it a point to travel annually and boast about it. In fact, I am not a keen traveller. Not when I know every overseas trips requires savings of a couple of months worth of wages. Only went to Bangkok this year. And One Utama Hotel, a while in JW Marriot Bukit Bintang, a regular in Concorde KL, twice to Concrde KLIA, a step into Saujana Resort and some brief stints in Shangri-La KL =P  Can that be considered travel ar?? ;)

This year  is also the year that I realise I have had enough of men. I no longer find them interesting nor do I look forward to change my Facebook status to be IN A RELATIONSHIP. Well, I never do look forward in fact. It's a very tiring stage of life where you have to always be in make up uf you don't have a flawless complexion. No torn undergarments in case they rummage around and realise you are wearing a torn bra. And the responsibility to bear children in any case a relationship turn into a family building game.

But I am very determined to get a Dato. Serious OK..And I try to apply the Law Of Attraction to realise that humble dream of mine.

Please call me DATIN

I figure that is the only way for me to achieve something in the business world. No? 

I don't want to plant Misai Kucing plants behind the yard and make own cosmetics and hard sell to Kamariah, Maimunah and Letchumi. It's tiring, and I know I won't make it!

For the soon-to-end year, I can only recall me stocking up on food to cook for a maximum of 3 times. Maggi Mee does not count. After 31 years, I still cannot make a decent pasta meal without throwing it away. I failed in making poached eggs either. So is boiled egg. I can't seem to find a proper equation of how many spoon of sugar or seasoning do I need to add in to create at least SOME flavour in whatever that I am cooking up.

I have given up hopes on cooking anyway. Not until I get myself a Dato and have a maid to clean up the mess ;)

I dont know what went wrong!

I also have this extreme habits of not completing task. Like doing my reports half way, doing my expenses claims halfway, sewing half way and many other half way events that you can think of. Years after years, I tried my best to change this habits of mine.. and guess what....

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I am just going to write this post HALF WAY for now!! 

Some traits are meant to be permanent..

Penniless Week

This is most probably one of the weeks where I have to patronise the ATM machine as much as I go to the loo.
I have also stopped the luxury of swiping the sleek credit card for fuel anymore. It's pretty obvious that the only description of transaction I have printed on the monthly statement reads out SHELL - HAB JALAN KEPONG all the way for 2 pages. It is also due to the banning of the credit card usage have I now realised my cash flow diverts to nowhere but to fuel up =(

Now. Now.. I really do wish that this hooha about the world coming to an end will really materialise soon. Because, if it doesn't, that would simply means that I will have to again in debts for another 6 more years trying to pay off credit cards expenses.


And I can resist no temptation to seeing anything with a bare back. Zero To Ten is a brand available in Cats Whiskers. I did not realise that it is a reputable brand until recently went I went for the fashion buyers meeting in conjunction with MIFW and had a browse of The Guide book for the designers who are featured for the year. Little did I realised that Zero To Ten is a designer house based in that little corner of the Jalan Kenanga =D

And I want that bareback dress!!!

Scoop back dress!!!

I don't really have a nice toned back. Neither do I have a bosom-ful frontal melons. But I really would love to show something, but not the crotch!! I guess I am left with the only option of showing my back. But then again, when do you see me in any of these? 
I guess I lived too deep in my own fantasy of being a stage performer....

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Fantastic cuts and use of material by a Jye'Ik

Another great cut to drool!

Some day, I hope to have my own collection to display. Not like the above which clearly requires a lot of funding and passion to compete in the fashion scene. I would be happy just to have a small humble collection under the label of Cyn-ergy =D  =D  =D  I just thought about tha name when I was stuck in the traffic today! I had Cyn-ergy and Cyn-ful, which I think both sounded more like some IT gadgets or sort... 

You can stop wondering if I will be making batik dresses and sort since that's what I am currently doing in my day job. Nope. I am looking at creating pieces for the dickheads with a sense of sex-lut-ism =P  

Go figure....

My working attire is going less and less corporate I am getting worried..

Cardi - Gift from Mei (from Cotton On)

Leopard Tunic top - Eff-Bombs

Skort - Cotton On

Dirty sandals - Bangkok ( cannot see =P)

Being a Woman

When I was 16, I was damn sure that I am going to get married with a Chinese working executive when we  turn 26. Yes, must get married by then and start using the production system at least to reap benefits twice and bear some fruits of love..

But when I was 16, I don't know what is sex nor the need to mix with boys when we are having so much fun making fun of the teachers in high school. And we love chanting out Wonderwall by Oasis back then ;)

When I was 20, fortunate or unfortunate, I got myself into college and I got myself a guy. Whom I can introduce to all that THE GUY was a boyfriend. and so life seems complete. Partially. I just need to complete the education part and get married. At this time I like Christina Aguilera and Britney Spears ;)

When I hit 22, I am still with the same guy. Same style. And same clothing. And taking bus to work is not as easy as you can think. Not when you need to walk for half an hour And and wait for 45 minutes only to board a bus for a half hour journey to reach a station and transit to either another bus or LRT. I was OK with walking over to the nearest mall with the boyfriend. Or perhaps not even go anywhere but attempt some lousy home cooked. All in the name of being thrifty.

When I hit 24, I still have not hit any jackpot. Am still with the same guy. And the world looked the same. I got better job. I did better each time when I got a new job. And this time I got job out of the confinement of the so called 'outskirt' area not fit to be called the metropolitan. But I have saved enough to tick off another to-do tihng in my To Do List. I got my driving license and car at the same time. The dream of getting married was litting up once in a while. In a very random, rare and almost unforgotten moment. Yeah, most of the time it was forgotten. During this time, I so dig Ally MacBeal!!

When I climbed to being 26, I was dumped. Which left me stalling for a moment.... O.o
But I started to climb up on the career ladder at the same time. I had no time to shed tears.. Except when I really have got nothing to do in my rented room. Didn't took me long to forget it. I erased off 5 years off my youth. Wait, there isn't much of a historical moment that is too painful to let go. Life was starting to glisten.
I get to go to clubs with no one watching over my shoulder or trying too hard to accomodate. And who wears pants or jeans to club anymore?? Not me! Not anymore! I have started to find the self which have been hiding somewhere in between the normality of life.

Life began after that ;)
Being single isn't that bad after all. My wardrobe improved unknowingly. Where does all the sleeves go?? My  sole no longer touches the floor. Yes, I am on 4 inches heels at all times =P
I don't think I pushed myself to being another person after a failed relationship. I got out of something that have proved to be more of a hindrance to me and myself. I am beginning to learn about myself
By now I am a great fan of Shakira! And I almost forgotten the full name of this suburban guy who dumped me. Serious...!

My queen of all heels - Aldo Flokaka

*Bow down all the king's horses and blow me a kiss!*

Along the journey of self discovery, there is no denying that sometimes it's not that easy being on your own. Not easy at all. Especially if you have problems with the car and opening the front of the car won't make any differences as there is no indication which part looked like an engine or an air-cond outlet. I know nuts! Which I compensated by having a bigger ego. And pretend I have a fatter wallet. Yes, sometimes moolahs are important as it can buy a lot of things that you cannot possibly get simply by asking without paying for the services rendered. You can try to swap with sexual favour perhaps. I don't know....perhaps ;)

I opened myself to a lot windows. I would assume it is the right thing to do as I am late in accomplishing what I had initially planned. To get hitched at 26 remember? But along the course of having my thigh being peeped by mens, I realised I never really do feel depressed of not going thru the phase that most girls would have done. That typical phase of pin pointing the right guy and  make grand plans to have wedding, inviting another 500 people regardless of who they are and later to make babies in their new home.

While a lot / a few of my close friends are busy with the elevation to this stage of life and was erratically delirious over staying under the same roof with the love of their life and how they will work hard to earn enough to feed the kids and that the kids will be named Joanna Belle, Isabella Pettuoci or whatever names I can't think of. *Yawn* I am merely contented to be able to hit the club on weekends, painted my face in cosmetics religiously while not forgetting to keep my ego at work and at life. Good and no good.
Sorry babes. Not that I am not happy for you all, but I am simply not fascinated and do not knowif  I wish to go thru what you are going thru. I tried to be attentive but seriously.. *yawn*.. Sorry ;(

I do not fancy wedding functions

I am now 31. As many mens have peeped thru my plunging necklines and high slit skirts, I have also seen / deal / pretend to be friend with a lot of men. And to date, they simply do not amaze me anymore.

I can no longer be able to give an answer to why am I still single. Perhaps because I am too hot to only be confined to ONE man. And perhaps I judge a relation with ROI. I do not invest on a broken vessel or a flight with no return of investment deemed profitable for the rest of my life. Neither am I keen to be a charitable organisation who will swear till death do any of us apart to take care of another family with large database of extended family when I can't even do the same to my paternal family.

Perhaps..

Dealing with men, having gone thru relationship with them and being friends with them really have eaten up the little interest left in me for them. They aren't that difficult to deal with anyway. You just got to sit with them for the first time and see what is the topic that will come out of their conversation. Otherwise, try and pre-empt that with some topics of your own. Perhaps you can start with a 'Did you see Sex in The City? I like nothing but the sex scene'. Let's see where does the conversation go. If conversation fails, try the high slit skirt or the deep plunge top.

I would like to re-enact again - It isnt that difficult to deal with men. Most of the time, the sex subject is a global subject. Though I have met one who diverted to religion and how he can see ghost and how one can and another who loves himself too much to divulge more time for anything but he and his hobbies of mechanical devices.

Today, I am deeply concerned. not because I found no men to flirt on a Friday night, while Sha-Lene is going to spend her Friday night in some bar called Republic Bar -__- I am concerned because I have jumped a size bigger..or maybe 2 size biger than usual!! I think I am no longer a UK12. I am now a UK14 going to UK16! And that beer belly which is obviously over nourished is making a damn loud appearance to the public..

Now you see.. our spesies classified under the categories of women have so much to in our mind at all times. While we looked so pretty and (hot for me) cool on the facade, we never failed to stress ourself out with thoughts, irregardless of it being deep or merely shallow thoughts...

Happy Children's Day. To all of you kids out there who will turn into a robust, fashionable young little chicas, say NO TO SEX before you complete your high school..Your lust can wait.

I Let You Win

Freedom of expression only exist in the confinement of the bathroom. Or perhaps when you are locked in your room under total nakedness. I have lost that kind of freedom, but only realised that now. Like, NOW.

Instead of giving more proactive thoughts, I have learnt that perhaps no talk is better than talk a lot.. Which resulted to me spending additional expenses on more supplements to aid in relieving suppression of angst and opinions.

It's really tiring sometimes to try to contribute parts of your effort into something that you thought have been a part of you, only later to be given a one-liner 'potong stim' statement like FOR WHAT?

People say Calcium and magnesium is good for depressed people

I have also realised most women wants to win in a discussion. Those who do not consider themselves winning or losing are those who just do not find a point to compete with you. ASP Ming and PC is really good in playing this part of the role. I hate losing. But now, I gave way. It's really tiring to even try to provide feedback, only to be bombarded with a one liner. I let you win. Now I know that what I say doesn't really matter. Because you need to win. Fine. I go yawn..

For the longest time ever, I have not been stepping into KLCC. Perhaps 6 months? Since I no longer have any appointment around. Till today. It hasn't changed much. Except that most shops have rotated their position. Stepping into malls sort of reminded me again of how much I dread window shopping. But that did not stop me from buying. I just need to get something to make sure its worth the trip :D

The ring for Sha-Lene!

I am keeping =P

This Another Week

Another full day at work (almost) during Deepavali -__- As much as I fret that, but public holidays are normally the only time where productivity increases. As there will be no disturbances from client calls and sales stress (again!)

One fine day this week, I was told that I will have to make way / create space / relocated to another nook of the office as they wanted to build another room. Not for me obviously. If you do not know, I have one of the most promiscuous location that any other kiasu sales person would want to.

Backed by a mountainful of limestones and perhaps a few sheeps running on top of that hill we all know as Batu Caves :)  Not too much of a pretty sight, but it's a mountain!! Good feng shui!! :)

Anyway, anyhow, while I was at customer's place for lunch, I spotted the coffee house selling this water fountain feature at RM25! Well, since the chances of me losing the 'mountain' is rather high, it is only right that I start to look at alternatives to safeguard my chi of whatever-ness in warding off bad spirit which may further jeopardise my work.

You see, I used to be placed in this room of my own where it I literally and practically sat in it for an entire year and reap no sales. Only after I was moved out to my current 'mountain' position did I managed to see more of a potential sales. So, yeah, my current seating does have sentimental values ;)

The fountain came with the stones =D

I did another round of grocery shopping in Econsave while waiting for mom. And I am happy to announce that everyday is a No Plastic Bag Day for me =) I have long adhered to this as part of my 'no-cost' contribution to the society. If you need me to donate money to save a half meter square of  sand, please ask from someone else. 

The only place where I hang out - the neighbourhood grocery mart ;)

I rarely leave the mart empty handed. I just needed to buy something! The other day, I bought a lemon for 90 cents and asked the counter guy to put the sticker on the lemon as I refused to use a plastic bag, he laughed at me -__- But I managed to leave the mart with my 90 cents lemon after all ;)

Guess what I bought this week. It may seemed like a complete waste of money considering that a normal, young, slightly hot, uber chic, working professionals like ME would even consider strolling in this corner of the mart. I do sometimes wonder, who actually buy these except for older people who have a big garden. I wonder of those immigrant workers too buy them in order to save a few bucks from buying the fully grown ones.

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I was looking at these ;)

Guess which one did I choose? 

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the mini gardening tools and a packet of chili padi seedlings! =D =D

I don't exactly know what prompted me to buy these. I think it was this faltering thoughts of those dead plants in the office porch and the fact that I felt idylic and needed to do something. Grow something. Make something. Anything! I just needed to get my hands on something to work on. Besides dealing with cold calls of course :(

Well, Sha, could you have guessed this? =P

Went to MIFW opening show in Pavillion for a brief while. Walked pass it while they were interviewing the models competing for the MIFA Model of the Year Award thing which I can only sparsely remember. And no picture taken of the fashion show. That's just how fashionably excited I am -__- I think I really need to build / create / purge out this passion in fashion if I want to stay in the insdustry.. and stop buying seedlings.. 

The only fashion sense that I think I might have slowly built is to rip some tees and make it look trashy.. :S

I love the neck scarf!! 

Dress from Dorothy Perkins worn as top

 6 years old skirt from Comma

Hand drawn neck scarf (company's one)

Things That People Do When Work Screwed Up

A note I found in a staff note book

Yup, surat anda di terima....

That Last Week

This is just how freaking hot the afternoon soon was for the whole of the past week. Those damn heat have gotten into me that I felt sick like how one would feel sick when being pestered by direct selling companies' agents to join their prestigious agency. peerghhh!!

It was a hectic week running away from those persuasive, invasive, agressive beings from that multi level marketing agency who have almost liquidate RM5500 of my savings in attempt to lure me into getting a pile of anti aging products and some prospects of retiring by 35 years of age. 

They are so convincing in acts. And I wasn't that bad either in my own act of convincing =D. So I flee and had to later endure to a couple of days of calls and text messages asking me to drop by to sign over some documents and be ripped of my RM5500. brrrr!!!!  Nah! I give you this =P

I have nothing against people who dream of making money out of other by by teaching them to make more money for the superior in order to make money for their ownself. And I must say it takes a lot of guts to be the person who tries to make money from another person by preaching to the other person they can make more money from few more other person just by helping them to make money. 

But I have also long realised that this won't be my path to make  money or a living. I can't explain why. I just know it's not my cup of tea in life. 

Sales and marketing is a very interesting topic and in fact a very challenging kind of job to be in. I have so far sold security integration system, alarm system and now batik. I have attended job interviews to sell tiles and toilet bowls (which I was kinda excited to pursue initiallly!) That's not too many stuff that I have experienced. Now, I sometimes resort to helping to stand in for friends in selling in bazaars. 

I personally got into this wonderful world of sales by chance. It was never a job option for me. It never occured to me that sales and marketing is something that I can handle. I always thought that I will end up in some office, looking at documents ( but not finance, law or scientific research documents!) and be able to go up the corporate ladder and helm some high position in some MNC. 

And I shall stop talking about 'sales and marketing' because by now I have got bored of the  contents that I wanted to blog....!

2 apples a days - I just found out that apples are not that bad to eat 

For the second time, I had to drive to KLIA again for appointment. Took me 1 hour and half to go and another hour to drive back. I always feel jittery and stressed when having to plan for an appointment far from my radar of road knowledge. I seriously do not know the actual way to reach Concorde KLIA. Not the first time. And not the second time also. But an appointment is an appointment and for the sake of securing some contracts, it didn't leave me with much choice.

Most probably you don't get it why do I feel the jitters despite being a driver for the past decade. Because until today, while I do not know all the roads in Klang Valley and ouside of Klang Valley and despite that my job requires me to drive around a lot, I refused to succumb to technology in order to find my way. 
I am just going to stick to referring to those old school sign board and drive around the same place for 3 times before I attempt on another route. Only to repeat the same mistake. Eventually I will arrive. It may just take some extra time..

This is how it looked like at 120kmph 

That Saturday Drapes

It's been a while since I have had the time and focus to go down to the showroom and strut some stuff on the mannequins... The drapes on the mannequin have been left stagnant for alsmost forever. I am slowly losing my sensory in what I do. Or perhaps my services in that particular department is no longer important unless I bring in hoardes of people to the showroom to ogle and spend money on those supr fabulous hand painted fabrics.

This would have turn into another rant post about work- which I think people would get un-interested on how I cope with depression at work or am losing the sanity of trying to master the skills of sell at delusional state of mind.. Anyway.. I still think our work of art here is such a breathtaking scene to the artistic world of hand painted fabrics.

draped this on Saturday in the office.

I would call this hmmm... Rimba?

A saturday's drape again..

Concept : Construction In Progress

some older collection oh-so-versatile piece of saree

which reminds me I need to start working on my self-designed saree piece..

Some pictures of our collection I googled from the previous MIFA? Gosh, I don't even know what have I attended -__-

Peacock on the prowl - 100% hand drawn like mad

who says men cannot bergaya in metrosexual batik prints?

On another note, that woman whose mom was assasinated (as she was so damn rich) got into the politcal party and was given a portfolio / post / responsibility. I wonder if I join the any political party and if my mom sells currypuff, would I be considered a post in the committee too? I can sell currypuff and spread the awareness of eating currypuff till you bleed potatos from your anus..

Happy Sunday....