Coffeeholic's Hour

Dear Intruder(s)/Trespasser(s), Please leave a kind reminder or gentle message if you need a space to yell. Because I won't answer your call or reply your SMS HAHAHAHAHA!! **Sticky memo on your right. xx The Menace Hopefully my terrible humor in black permanent pen will, at least, lighten up their day while cursing over my stupidity, or make them stop by my desk for a few seconds when I am away.

You are trying so hard to dig a truth at all costs. The truth reveals and have you ever wondered why were you even asking in the first place and what did you expect from the truth? No, nothing. Pure curiosity that you can't handle and eventually it turns you into a gossiping machine - insatiable whys bombards and tries to intrude more privacy. Sometimes I might wonder can these people actually handle the truth, by judging of how well you pester with guts? I think the world just needs more privacy-defenders, or least a nice friend to lift an encirclement.

Let's talk about a meaningful week. Chopped about 2 inches of my hair on Monday. Nobody realised the haircut even I mentioned it bluntly to everyone I met on Tuesday. They started to realise my youthfulness that stuck in white-collar-boring-black-trousers-3inches-heels OL outfit on Wednesday. I've got acknowledgment and career portfolios on Thursday. A problem-solver on Friday. Juggling between work and Ultimate Frisbee on Saturday. Brand building on Sunday. Lunched with my mother whom I haven't been eating together for months. You see how ridiculous I have been. Mom is the greatest being on earth - running my errands, buying me food, making me coffee, leaving me work in peace, and most importantly of all, welcoming me home with a smile :) So I practically grind for 7 days, next 4 days, on 30th and I'm leaving on a jet plane with my favourite bunch and visiting a funny couple!

First victim shall be the residential guards. I dunno either is their problem or simply is my hatred towards them? Why on earth would they want to create something extra to piss me off, like asking-me-to-park-aside-which-was-far-from-guard-point-got-off-the-car-then-ask-to-register-then-ask-for-IC-and-I-returned-to-car-get-IC-but-she-eventually-ask-me-to-write-down-my-name-only when I was happily going to visit a friend who happened to have huge guard house outside? Does that make them feel extra secured? I have no idea. One thing is, you fucking guards do not own that place. Be polite towards the visitors, instead of treating me like a potential criminal who's ready to burn your guardhouse down. I seriously do not enjoy that kind of inhumane treatment. It's even worse than Sydney airport checkpoint. My evening's spoiled. Great job, guys. Second victim will be the hairstylists in the hair saloon or studio, whatever. I do not look high on hairstylists who have mediocre cutti...

It's been such a long time we didn't toss a Frisbee, or rather, planning on a good game like yesterday. More than just a pick-up, and definitely more fun to all of us who missed playing at Oval 7. Everyone showed up with great old Ultimate spirit, brought in more people because we never got enough of people for a game. I still remembered how fun it was to have everyone including the substitutes to play on game point before we called it a night. Australian really knew the fun stuff. Some even drank beer from a Frisbee. The great impression from Nathan was that Ultimate was meant to be fun sports. Winning is bonus. And Kaitlin used to make a remark of what to bring on Wednesday night - a smile :) Not many passionate people are able to inspire me for a game or two. They made me think of missing a game is like missing some fun for a week and we were really looking forward to Wednesdays. So we want to make Ultimate Frisbee a fortnightly workout for lazy urbanites who tend to find he...

Attended my cousin sis' wedding and it was the best I've ever attended and had fun with all my family members. Guess what, we owned the dance floor and everyone was so keen to join us after us warming up the floor. Grandparents from both sides were laughing and clapping on the beat. The best part of all was, the hired singer cheekily requested "I'd play you a song before we call it a night, with one condition - YOU ALL MUST DANCEEEEEE!" And he sang and played ABBA!!!!!!! I was secretly praying for Lady Gaga's Just Dance since they played Wavin' Flag in the beginning of dinner, which was kinda awkward as Paraguay vs Spain was in the game that night itself. And that's what you do when someone tried to steal your floor as well as limelight. 6 of us - 2 were already happily married within a year. Who's next? You bet.