[currently listening to ay chico - pitbull]
finally i got the time to blog. been busy with work. it was kinda refreshing to be part of one of the most luxurious brand in the world, Lancome. but its not an easy sailing journey. not only you're exposed to the brand, u need to understand the products, its function, its credibility and worst of all the sales. which in a funny way i'm not that oriented anymore. maybe because partly to be blamed is O2skin for not up-keeping its image to the price given so in a way you kinda get tired to do the convinding part. Or maybe i finally realise now that i'm more of a service person. but whatever it is, i will not slack around just because im not favouring half of the job. i can't afford to give bad impression. and if i want to progress, i need to give results.
it may sound simple but easier said than done. but with such motivated team, i think i can handle it. and to those inquiring minds as to where i'm posted, its at the gayest most flamboyant place you can spot in singapore. Raffles City shopping centre. why i named it that way, once any of you are out there shopping or chilling, open up your pretty eyes and observe. not only packed with vultures, its packed with pus that calling out to the blood too. like seriously.
random...i'm so in love...with aaron. Aaron De Mey. super sexy grunge with a touche of class.
anw, sat plan to go catch a dance comp is scrapped. because its far, too early slated and most of us are broke. lol. poor affyq gonna be heart-wrenched. tearing all thjose A1 size card, pulling his hair out, stabbing his chest, biting his nail bed, snapping his g-strings, cutting his pantyhose while crying his eyes out. haha. aiyah just sent those cards via DHL lah. very fast one. so we just gonna do something budget. kedai kopi lagi pe? hahaha. or why not, in order to make it up for dear affyq coz he really wanna go, kita lepak kat tampines mart ar. LOL. tk pun bawah blk si dia. hahaha. wat? just a suggestion. no harm done.
on a serious note, i don't know whats been going through your mind lately because you've been plain reserved. tired/brain dead is one thing but nasty/wicked(maybe that term is too harsh) is another. you have issues as it seem but have you reflect it lately? not trying to reverse the cycle but when you claim all this, in some way its you who is the one. or maybe i'm too quick to judge. you always say it's redundant to even bring up anything because at some point you assume that i'm never on the firm side. but have you ever take me seriously? maybe yes, maybe no. maybe there was a time you actually sit down and talk to me. but honestly, whenever you talk, i'm all ears. you may call it bullshit but, yes dear, i do listen and try to work things out. if maturity is your main focus, then come up to me maturely and we have a talk. be it intellectually challenged to goofy crap. but you please don't just jump up my throat and be nasty. who will take you seriously if your mode was an impromptu.
everyone keeps saying that theres a gap. theres a drift. but have any of you even tried to have the decency to actually call/sms and ask about the well-being of a person? maybe yes. maybe no. or maybe i'm like honestly the last person on your mind. don't tell me that i think too much or even tell me not to think too much but this is a reality bite for me. have something to say, just tell me. what's the worst i can do? i don't own you. i'm not even your parent or siblings. i'm not even a friend. why? because to me, i'm more than a friend. i'm your partner, your counsellor, your advisor, your shoulder, your pillar. and that's how i hope to get it back. let's make it a place where we can pour our hearts out to. we can laugh. we can cry. we can even motivate. maybe it's too much to ask but if you think you're adaptable/mature then act that part. i'm not single(ing)-out anyone. i'm talking about you and me.
stop all this saying about being uneasyness, forced or farced. if that's how it is, then i'm really disappointed as i can say that none of this is a part that i play. i'm not saying that i don't bitch or back-biting, we all do, but then again, i let it out sooner to you personally just so there is no discomfort among us. that doesn't mean that i'm trying to clean my image but its an advise/point-noted from my side. if i'm being harsh/rude/selfish/insensitive, tell me. then we won't have any awkwardness. i'm a straight forward person but i know my limits. i ain't full of vengeance and i'm not saying you are.
always wanted to have the last laugh. always wanted to have the respect. but if you are not letting it out and tell, then you are never gonna be taken seriously.
please don't let self emotional stress be the barrier. lets start talking. no holds barred. seriously. but if you think you can't handle it, then let it be known. don't call it bull.
toodles
mizbithaqueen
p.s:
i'm missing the bitches. seriously.
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Friday, February 13, 2009
[currently listening to feeling good - PCD]
yesterday was surprisingly unplanned chilling session which turn out to be something very nice and memorable. it was a very last minute thingy. or maybe pre-planned all this while only part i got to know at the very last minute. but i had fun.
so we went to tapas tree, spanish restaurant cum pub, at changi because our dear syura is working there and she wants to splurge on us at the same time celebrate ifah birthday there. and yes we celebrated twice for that bitch this year. i think its a joined celebration for her next year birthday because everyone plan to have an overseas trip individually and totally scrap her day off the mind. right yall. LOL.
so we were treated to the famous sangre, a spanish wine which means blood, with a touch of cherry in it. then we had caramel pudding which is very nice. after which we had a spanish version of the mee siam. ahakz. it looks totally like one. we end it with cocktails and a chocolate cake. so we had cranberry vodka, pina colada, cosmopolitan, margaritas and some shots.
fad was like totally gone. and eating his heart out. q was like all red and teary eyed. the rest of us was cool. but at times affyq was like some cuban slut dancing to all that samba tunes. haha.
left at 1130 for the next day everyone got their own thing to do in the morning except for q who went off with iskandar. lucky skank. ahakz. fad affyq and me walk slowly to the nearest bus-stop to hail for a cab. haha. now that sound stupid. ahakz. while walking we were singing to jennifer hudson our lungs out. "and i am telling you....i'm not going....." LOL.
so tomorrow is another chill session because i want it to happen. why? i'm afraid of all those occupational hazards we will have a hard time slacking. so yeah. tea-tarik it is. but how to go there? help me out here.
anw on a serious topic, kiki dear, read your entry once again and understand the situation. but dang girl, for someone whose a spoilt pampered clingy, you recover kinda fast. or are you forcing it? hmm. but anyway, reverse psychological practice ya. Your ass is for many. Your mind and soul is for one. As if! hahaha.
toodles
mizbithaqueen
p.s:
try to love someone you can't live without.
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Wednesday, February 11, 2009
[currently listening to hot and cold - katy perry]
ok. this has got to stop. its from bad to worst. imitation is such an overrated overused talent. its flattery in a way but too much is enough. get your own identity.
what i'm trying to say is a couple of cyber sluts are acting as queenbee/mizbi, which for the matter of factly has been my nick for almost 7years now, and abusing people by flirting, whoring and worse catalysing a misunderstanding.
now word is i sound like a conniving whore to my bitches. not that they fall for such cheap tricks into believing that is me but hey! humanely behaviour, that's a natural way of thinking when you come across such scenario. clearing the air is easy but clearing my identity is a different agenda.
so please people i hope you're not to shallow into believing that its me. and plus, cyber-ly that person may sound like me but read properly, that is so not me. totally.
ok. on a lighter note. you people so have to watch this reality show to whoever have zee tv channel(channel 90 on the cable), a programme called Dance India Dance. now now...most of you might think its some bollywood impersonator thingy but look outside the box. watch the show and you'll be impressed by their moves. they have popping, locking, breaking, belly dancing and even vogueing on top of any other indian dance form. and hell they can make our local dancers look like newbies.
besides that programme, for all you diva-model-extraodinaire lovers, go to youtube and look for Rupaul's Drag Race. its a new reality show that fused ANTM, Apprentice, Project Runway all in one. hosted by the true blue diva Rupaul (whom i seriously think look like fad). and damn its one helluva diva ride show. no holds barred when comes to judging conversationally. like tyra always say...its Fiiiieeeerrrccceee! or rupaul will say....U betta work!
so go see people. its really nice. so nice.
conclusion, i am me. don't tryna be me. stop acting like me. if you;re really that bored, meet me and we have intelectually challenged conversation together with my bitch, fad.
toodles
mizbithaqueen
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Tuesday, February 10, 2009
