Archive for August, 2007

I love her songs, I love her voice.  The music reminded me to classic Cher, the look also reminded me to Cher pre-’Believe’ era.   Don’t mind the attitude, because if I were her, I’d probably be worse -sans the drugs-.  Don’t mind the tattoos because while on others they’d look mighty trashy, on her they [...]


Got involved into a conversation which ultimately ended in a very subtle job offer.   The job itself is BEYOND my imagination of what a job should be.  Let’s just say it’s for a ‘non-profit organization’.
That’s not what I am about to question.
The chat went on and on and finally numbers came up and I was [...]


clipped from www.dailymail.co.uk

Shopaholic stole �150,000 from bosses and blew it on designer labels

A secretary has been jailed for stealing �150,000 from her bosses and blowing it on hundreds of designer handbags, clothes and shoes.

Carolyn Langmead, described as “obsessed” with shopping, wept as she was sentenced to three years for writing hundreds of cheques to [...]


Mean-ing?

15Aug07

So I work with a girl.  Let’s call her Miss K.
Miss K is a beautiful person.  And I mean beautiful inside out.  She’s smart, pretty, sexy, witty and fun to be with.  Her only flaw would be… that ‘look’ she throws occasionally to the people she doesn’t particularly like.  I protested a lot about this [...]


Right.
As much as I hated those ‘posers’ who get comfy with their laptops in coffee shops, I am one of them this evening.  Here I am seated very comfortably on a sofa huge enough to accomodate TEN people, watching a group of adults squished on the next sofa.  Haha! 


Here I am standing at a crossroad again.  But instead of having two choices, I have more.
Ah, and now comes the very familiar feeling of wanting to take them all.
This is the time where I want to be an octopus.  Wouldn’t it be nice to have more than one leg (or tentacles, whatever) just so [...]


A conversation pushed me to write this post.  Not gonna disclose who what where when why and how, I just want to spill what’s in my head after the chat window closed down.  The lingering question remains:
When is ‘enough’ really enough?
No, really. I’m not being contemplative.  I’m purely asking.


Moody tilted her head, confused, “I know you are rich from cutting down trees, Mr. Funny. But what do you mean?”
Mr. Funny shook his head. “Oh Moody, you are just the girl I know back then. All naive and clueless. I want you to work for me.”
Moody’s eyes lit up for [...]


Once upon a time, lived a girl called Moody.
Moody is a girl who can’t just sit doing nothing, so she decided to work. She applied to work for Mr. Freebie, a very rich man with hundreds of business. Mr. Freebie hired Moody as a cigarette wrapper in his tobacco company, and paid her [...]