hate hate waiting

waiting is a simple process which tires me.

i dislike it. hate it. even tho i might know what i am waiting for ... it's still a pain in the ass. i just hate that time is slippin past ur fingers and yet, there is seemingly nothing you can do except to... well, wait. and wait.

love affair

well. its great to be young. its even better to be young and already know what you are working towards.

i love marketing. i just do. the moment i scored good grades for it back in polytechnic. hahahaha. now... it just feel like i duno what to do with myself professionally besides marketing and communications.

i am lucky to have a foot in fmcg & also to discover that i do love it sincerely and whole heartedly.

i love having to launch new product. liasing with suppliers. working with global team, no matter how shitty. developing creative visuals. coordinating point of sales materials. drafting press release. organise events. sourcing partners. (but i hate the cold-call-to-follow-up part). human relations with my internal departments and suppliers. media planning. ( i have no idea/experience abt the number game in mktg yet though)

"i hope to be a brand manager in 3 years."i kinda stunned myself with the ease and conviction that i spoken that with. did i really say that without thinking?

no wonder there has been no calls

i am very glad i went for the appointment.

i met a nice sir who really helped me by guiding me to write and impress better. he was practically givin me a professional consultation. maybe he just knew how badly i needed some good luck and pointers.

perhaps perhaps perhaps...

melaka & j.b.fun & food.

bf&friends planned a road trip to melaka to play paint ball so i tagged along. it was lotsa fun even though we lost our way a bit initially and had to wake up at 5am to get ready.

we played go-kart which i skidded off the track and got a lot of big ugly bruises to show for now, paintball which i was lousy at coz no stamina to run and shoot, and archery which i got no strength to pull the bloody arrow strong enough to shoot properly. gave up after 5 tries. and below is my fav pic of the day.

dear bf had to hold the bow steady for me to pull the string and even then, i dont have enough strength in my arm to do it. i suck. i know. he's so sweet. i know that too. haha.

after we are finished with the resort in melaka, we drove for another 3 hours to reach J.B for our dinner. which is the must-have- CHEAP & GOOD SEAFOOD. yum yum yum yum.

it was truly very enjoyable. better than i thought. not as bad as i feared. coz it was the first time that i hung out with his friends. & lucky they find my sense of humour acceptable. hahahahahaha. & they are a bunch of nice & easy going ppl too.

& just now, we went deliberately to bukit merah to eat the claypot laksa only to discover that the stall close at 3.30 pm promptly. omg. its like they earn enough for a living in just 6 hours!!!!!!!!

looks like we have to go there again!

error= embarrassed of myself

i made a boo boo. & i feel so embarrassed of myself. coz i made the boo hoo not due to ignorance but plain carelessness & also cause i assume things and was lazy to check things out. & hence i reported wrong info to my bosses! DIES!!

very horrifying. i wish i can have a hole to hide my face.

fashion & car

credit to kelly giang for givin me the chance to see my first fashion/catwalk show. in the comfort of a air conditioned marque. dun need to squeeze. hurhurhur. more memorable moments included the model with the super long veil which got blown off the catwalk by the air conditioned...

and the model who took off her shoes n walk barefoot halfway.

loved the shows by jimmy choo and coach.

witnessing catwalks really delivers the message that modeling is hard! shoes so high. shoes so loose. cant wear proper undergarments- i hate the idea of that! haha.

& being the small frys we were, there isnt any need to mingle except to just enjoy the food and alcohol .the red wine was really hard to stomache.

bf has been car crazy. it might be due to his work. or due to pressure from me. i hadnt brought him back home ever though we have been dating for a yr plus. because my parents reject a motorcyclist as a person whom their daughter dates.

happy for him. it's a big purchase! i am happy for myself cause i dun need to hear about cars and COE again ... so everyone is happy.