Done with 24 and 2

I've finally finished watching 24 Season 6. It took me a while to finish the season. Time has really been such a luxury. Anyhow, it wasn't as good as the previous seasons, I thought.

I also managed to watch The Bourne Ultimatum on Saturday night. It was ok I supposed. It was my sister's birthday as well. So treated the whole family to dinner before that. Got my sister a Prada bag.

Went for a bit of window shopping yesterday but couldn't find anything - or rather anything that fits - to buy. Such is life. These idiot boutiques don't seem to sell anything more than size 2s. I mean who the hell buys (and fits) these clothes? Bloody hell. No wonder the same clothes have been on the racks for months on end. Ijeeeeeeeeeeet!!!!!

Back in 24

Finally bought the complete Season 6 of 24. So I won't be posting for a while....*sigh*...Jack Bauer....
....amongst other things...Jason Bourne can wait.

In the Midnight Out...

....she cried...WORK, WORK, WORK...

..nuff said.

...actually just woke up from the dead. Always my body's way of saying have a break. On the bright side, it also means that I get to lose weight! Hah!

Plus, long weekend is here!!

P/S Since I have longed owed you an update of my shopping spree (a rather manic one in hindsight), I have decided I shall dedicate a separate blog for it. A spin-off off this one really. Aptly named (even if I say so myself) puteribelibelah: The Inciminating Evidence. So that this one will just be for my random ramblings and any other thoughts that goes through the inner workings of my (sometimes - says she) psychotic mind, one-liner or otherwise. Basically my "smack my bitch up" moments - if you please.

Theme of the Week: One Liners

Looks like my next few entries will be one-liners. I have started work which has left me absolutely NO time to write my blog entries.

Yes...yes, I still owe you evidence of my loot. That is in the pipeline - whenever I can find the time, that is.

Off to bed now...or maybe not. I also owe Harry Potter a date.

One-liner rant

On Pedder in Singapore is soooo OVERRATED!! - nuff said.

Out of Brunei: Lion City

Looks like you may have to wait a bit longer for my NYC loot update. I'm off to Singapore tomorrow for a week with the kids. Yipppeee!!! I'm so excited. I haven't been there since Dubai, and that's like 3 years ago. But I can't be too excited as NY has done some major damage to wallet already.

Unless Chanel has my wishlist bag readily available!! So that's a different story (holding my breath).

Catch up with you soon.

Out of Africa: Home Sweet Home

Yiippppeee!!! I am home, sweet, finally home. I arrived on Thursday after spending a night in Dubai. I managed to squeeze in a visit to my old office and meet with former colleagues. It was kinda nice to be back in a way, although I have not really missed Dubai much.

Most of my time since my homecoming has been spent with the kids. My, how they have grown!! I have missed them so much. I don't know how I managed to survive without them for 3 months.

I have yet to find the time to upload pictures of my NY loot. So the suspense shall remain! I have also came home to some goodies I have previously ordered online waiting for me. So pictures for those will follow soon too.

In the meantime please allow me to indulge in spending some quality time with the kids.

Out of Africa: New York! New York!

I am SOOOOOO loving New York!! I *heart* NY.

Who says dreams don't come true????? I've got a few that came true - ticks off my wishlist!! Which items did you say? Well, you will have to wait until I get home and upload the photos of my NY loot!!

Out of Africa: Port Harcourt - Lagos - Dubai - NY - D.C.

Haven't posted for quite a while now. I've been busy tying up loose ends in Nigeria. I keep telling Laukong that I can't seem to get out of the country soon enough. The past 2 weeks have been a lot of close calls. We managed to fly out of Port Harcourt a few days before the airline industry went on strike. We flew out of Lagos a day before the union threatened to go on strike - but we had to make a pitstop in one of the Northerm State, Kano to refuel. No fuel available in Lagos apparently.

But at least we managed to get a few things sorted out before we left Nigeria which is a big achievement by Nigerian proportions - got my airfreight packed, moved our personal effects to Lagos and found our new apartment (well, Laukong's now).

Then, farewell Nigeria. It was good while it lasted....

....right enough of the grieving. However, boy am I now out of Africa...I am in D.C. as in Washington D.C.!!!! After an 8-hour flight from Lagos to Dubai; 14-hour flight (it felt like FOREVER - I thought I'd left my butt in Lagos) to New York plus 7 hours transit; we FINALLY arrived in D.C. after an hour's flight last night. I have never travelled for over 24-hours round the clock in my life - I doubt I will be in a hurry to do any repeat performances.

Today we shamelessly did the touristy stuff - Laukong absolutely looking the part with his SLR camera hanging round his neck (could have sworn I told him to leave the bulky camera). We went on a tour of the World Bank, courtesy of Laukong's aunt who works there (I'm so sending my CV already). Absolutely loving my pictured day pass - talk about a personalised piece of souvenir.

Then the White House which is only a few blocks away. Because we only went out around 2pm (plus spent about 30mins trying to figure how to buy 2 Metro tickets simultaneously from the ticket machine - the darn thing doesn't change of more than 5 bucks and we didn't have small change) that was the end of our tour for the day. But tomorrow we're booked for a proper tour in one of them tour buses.

In true Bruneian-style, we ended the day shopping at Costco (for those familiar with UK, this is like Makro is to the UK). Of course, all sakai-ness broke loose and we ended up spending a fortune buying things that we all of a sudden realise we need (iTV - so you can beam your iPod video onto your TV; pack of 15 solar-powered garden lamp; scrapbooking paper - 360pcs for 15 bucks!!; Samsonite luggage - for more shopping; plus plenty more I don't even remember top of my head). Suffice to say we all lived up to the Bruneian berangkutness-syndrome.

Oh well, tomorrow is another day...

Call me by my number

Don't asked me why or how - but last night somehow DH and I had a conversation that led to a very fond memory I had of Chesney Hawkes.

Well, not really Chesney Hawkes as such but rather his one hit wonder "The One and Only". The song truly brought me back in time to a holiday I had with my parents and my second sister (who was my only sister at that time) in *get this* the Isle of Wight. The reason why the song had any connection to this holiday was the fact that I was fighting with my sister *fondly named as Anus* over her cassette single of the song. I remember I wanted to listen to it with my rather *ahem* cool yellow Sony Sports Walkman.

Anyway memory aside, DH and I ended up having a jolly good time, singing along to dear Chesney (bless his mole) on the iPod.



~ Call me. Call me by my name or, call me by my number ~

Domestic Goddess has returned

Highlights of the day:

1) Our nanny made me my first Nigerian costume. I am well chuffed as it fits me perfectly! I can't believe she made it all in one day. She only measured me yesterday afternoon.

2) Domestic goddess me has returned. Made some oats and raisins cookies today. Chocolat Royal, here I come.

Indie-go

Nothing to write home about

Work sucks. Period.

More reason why you should always be your own boss. More reason why I wish I was home.

Excuse me while I choke *cough*

Got a phone call from the hotel reception 20 mins ago warning me that they will be fumigating the hotel. Bloody hell! They weren't joking.

I am practically choking to death in my room now and coughing my lungs out. I'm starting to have some pains in my chest as well.

If this doesn't kill the insects, then I don't know what will.

(This is) The Story of a Girl

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Pardon me, I need to save myself

As you can probably guess from the previous few entries that depression has reared its ugly head. Yes, you've sussed me. I cannot express enough how horrible things are at the moment. I have never ever felt so helpless in my life. Normally, I'm the resourceful type. When things don't seem to be going as planned, I always, always, always find a way or someone to help with the issues.

I hate the way things are at the moment. NOTHING seems to be moving. I am home sick. I hate my boss. I hate my job. I hate everyone and everything around me. I hate being here. I can no longer think of positive things. I'm having a REALLY hard time trying to find anything nice about this God-forsaken country. I just wish I could get out of here soon, before my dislike of this place turns to hatred. I want to leave while I still have happy memories of living here.

I've never felt so low in my life! The last time I was this rock-bottom was.......NEVER!! I don't remember things ever going this bad in either my career nor personal life.

Don't say I don't try though. Heck, you can't fault me for lack of trying in the efforts department. However, no one seems to be getting back to me with any sort of decision. I'm just so pissed that people left, right and fuckng centre are avoiding me. It seems everyone's response is on a tape-loop. Same all, same all elusive response that doesn't tell you anything.

BASTARDS!!


Picture credit: "Pardon me, I need to save myself" by sam brown, explodingdog

Dream a Little Dream of Me (Les Yeux Ouverts)

Right. Now that we've all established that I am at the crossroad of my career (TRUST me when I tell you this), I figured it's about time I write down my masterplan. No point in pondering about my ideas in my messed-up (verging on psychotic) mind.

So what grand plans have I got up my sleeves, I hear you asked?

Well, for one thing, I'm not going to with you the detailed plan for sure. Hah! You wish! Wouldn't want you lot to steal my ideas, and the next thing I know you'lll be running my dream plans before I can even say, "I sooooo can't believe you just did thaaaa'!!!!" *in my best Vicky Pollard accent.*

So what I'll do is just outline what I've got in mind in case I forget, but more importantly in case you steal my ideas, you little shit stirrers (as Marjorie Dawes would call you).

1) Enroll in appropriate course. Probably a basic one for starters for I really don't know shit about this stuff I'm about to embark upon.

2) Save up enough dosh. "Have I got enough shit?"

3) Do feasibility study. "Do people actually want this shit?"

4) Find sources. "Do people actually do/sell/have this shit?"

5) Quit current wanky job. *DUH!* "I hate this shit." If I'm too fed-up, this could very well go up to no.1 of this list.

6) Make sure current boss gets cast in the next production of "SHITTY-SHITTY, Bang-Bang" 'cause the man's got shit and hell yeah, he's so full of it. *Ok, so maybe I'm getting just a little bit overboard here. But a girl can dream. I do hate the fucking wanker!*

This is it for brainstorming for now. I can;t think of anything else. But this thread is certainly an open-ended one. To be continued....

As you can see from the title (indulge me a little here), although both languages have different meanings but indeed they are equally appropriate to the current story of my life.

I Ain't Moving

No transport means no shopping. Yes, am definitely feeling short-changed here. So slept through the WHOLE of Saturday. I can only imagine I will do the same for Sunday (as it is now almost 3 in the morning).

So no superficial entries until I'm more mobile. Life sucks. It sucks the life out of you. I wish I was elsewhere. I wish I could just get the next flight out of this joint.

Mannequin

No! Not the 80's movie. Though Andrew McCarthy was such a doll!

But I have this sudden urge to buy a mannequin. Yeah, like as in the store front mannequins. Don't ask me why. All this stress must be taking its toll on my brain cells!

Soundtrack of the day: Can I Play With Madness - Iron Maiden

Les Miserables: The Revenge

Who says misery loves company? Since when did misery happen en masse? I, for one, certainly need the company.

Fags are the next best thing to grabbing a piece of noose at the moment. That's all there is to say.