I've spent the last one month in an isolated island in Portugal. More like I've survived a month now.
I was worried if I will even make it through, I prayed for some miracle to happen and our client will suddenly change their mind and send me back home. But of cos I'm ain't that lucky, none of that happened.
I've been away longer, but this felt like an eternity. Let's see, so how did I survive?
I splurged on a brand new shoe when I had to walk some miles the first day and never did after that ;) I bought lots of blackberry cider and chips to get through the nights. I got creative with my food, attempted new recipes that doesn't involve cooking! Oh, and I actually bought a freaking kettle.
I watched lots and lots of drama and learned all about scandals involving top politicians. I played lots of CoC and CC :p
I made some friends. Maybe one friend. Despite the language barrier, someone that I can talk to and share some story with over lunch.
Just like that, I wish I can say that, but no; after a real long wait, time has finally passed! I'll be going home soon! Hallelujah :D
Lilo
In case you are wondering, yes, I honestly do not know what is the point of this post. Ok thanks bye.
Wednesday, 17 June 2015
Tuesday, 14 April 2015
People..
There is a reason, why I don't like people.
Yes, I believe there are two types of people in this world. And I don't like both of them.
That is the reason for why I am usually not friendly. It's an exclusive emotion meant only for my exclusive friends.
So anyway, today being (Tamil) new year and all, I decided to wear something nice to work, which happened to enhance my fat curves and what not.
This girl at work who is trying to be my friend recently, decides to "compliment" me.
"You actually have a nice body, you know! Your figure is nice, but you know la your stomach. You just need to work on that. That's the core you know!"
Like hell I know.
Get lost people.
Hmmph. What a start to the year.
Lilo
Yes, I believe there are two types of people in this world. And I don't like both of them.
That is the reason for why I am usually not friendly. It's an exclusive emotion meant only for my exclusive friends.
So anyway, today being (Tamil) new year and all, I decided to wear something nice to work, which happened to enhance my
This girl at work who is trying to be my friend recently, decides to "compliment" me.
"You actually have a nice body, you know! Your figure is nice, but you know la your stomach. You just need to work on that. That's the core you know!"
Like hell I know.
Get lost people.
Hmmph. What a start to the year.
Lilo
Wednesday, 1 April 2015
Champion is me!
It's one of those days when I just wanna be a sloth and do nothing. Just as I was enjoying my staring into space/monitor moment all day, someone had to interrupt!!
So this guy, my colleague, starts going on and on about how he is unhappy with things in the company etc etc.. Like seriously, is that even surprising?
I tried staring blankly at his face for a good few mins, but he didn't seem to stop.
So I had to cut him half way and asked,
Me: Are you a customer?
He: Err, no?
Me: Then does it matter what you have to say?
He: Hm, no I guess?
Me: Yup, do you want to continue?
He: No, thanks!
Hoorah! Champion is me! :D
Lilo
So this guy, my colleague, starts going on and on about how he is unhappy with things in the company etc etc.. Like seriously, is that even surprising?
I tried staring blankly at his face for a good few mins, but he didn't seem to stop.
So I had to cut him half way and asked,
Me: Are you a customer?
He: Err, no?
Me: Then does it matter what you have to say?
He: Hm, no I guess?
Me: Yup, do you want to continue?
He: No, thanks!
Hoorah! Champion is me! :D
Lilo
Monday, 9 February 2015
Confessions of a coffeeholic
This (Monday) morning I was fiddling with the coffee machine with my sleepy eyes, that I accidentally selected short black instead of a long black. Although it seemed very appropriate to the state I was in this morning, I hate that crap.
With that merely there coffee in my cup, I was reminded of my first real coffee experience.
So I was at my first job, at this very 'happening' work place, where everyone walk around with a Starbucks cup in their hands every morning.
Let's just call me naive, for a lack of better word, my idea of coffee was 3 in 1 Nescafé that served me well during uni days. My only rare encounters in Starbucks was for a treat to myself with a Java Frappucino. Cause that was the only name my sister taught me.
So you can safely say, I was lost in the new environment and was trying very hard to fit in. After a month or so of being in envy of my colleagues; one fine day, my colleague gets up and asks me if I want coffee as he is running down to grab one.
Without thinking twice, I say "Yes!" (Beaming with joy)
But that's when it all started going downhill. He asks the golden question, "what coffee do you want?"
I go in my head "Shit! What he means by what coffee?! What coffee do people drink?? Isn't coffee called coffee?!"
Trying to remain calm and composed, when he repeats the question, I blurt out "Espresso!" (I swear I thought that was a cool name for a coffee)
He looks at me and goes, "Wow, espresso! Must be a tough morning for you. Do you want a single shot or double?"
Still not getting it and thinking I'm on a roll, I say "double please!"
Let's just say the rest remains history.
Lilo
With that merely there coffee in my cup, I was reminded of my first real coffee experience.
So I was at my first job, at this very 'happening' work place, where everyone walk around with a Starbucks cup in their hands every morning.
Let's just call me naive, for a lack of better word, my idea of coffee was 3 in 1 Nescafé that served me well during uni days. My only rare encounters in Starbucks was for a treat to myself with a Java Frappucino. Cause that was the only name my sister taught me.
So you can safely say, I was lost in the new environment and was trying very hard to fit in. After a month or so of being in envy of my colleagues; one fine day, my colleague gets up and asks me if I want coffee as he is running down to grab one.
Without thinking twice, I say "Yes!" (Beaming with joy)
But that's when it all started going downhill. He asks the golden question, "what coffee do you want?"
I go in my head "Shit! What he means by what coffee?! What coffee do people drink?? Isn't coffee called coffee?!"
Trying to remain calm and composed, when he repeats the question, I blurt out "Espresso!" (I swear I thought that was a cool name for a coffee)
He looks at me and goes, "Wow, espresso! Must be a tough morning for you. Do you want a single shot or double?"
Still not getting it and thinking I'm on a roll, I say "double please!"
Let's just say the rest remains history.
Lilo
Wednesday, 4 February 2015
Call It Fate - Part 3
Dedicated to the romantic in all of us.
Jenna unsuccessfully
suppressed a yawn and grabbed her handbag. “Sorry! It’s been a long day. Shall
we go?”
“Yeah, let’s. Let me walk you to your car.”
Jenna
walked beside him in relaxed silence for a while. The crowds of earlier had
trickled down to only a few people milling about in the cool night breeze. She
noticed he seemed preoccupied. Was he going to ask her out? She hoped so. Unbelievable
that the marriage broker found a decent one this time!
They stopped beside her car. Jenna fiddled with her keys.
She couldn’t help feeling disappointed that he hadn’t said anything about
meeting again. Maybe she should drop an encouraging hint. “I had a really great
time tonight. I guess I’ll see you around?”
“Yes, about that. Actually there’s something I wanted to
tell you.”
Now he looked downright nervous. Jenna felt a pit of
dread in her stomach. He was going to blow her off, wasn’t he? But she tried to
keep things light. She shot him a playful disgusted look. “What? You’re not
really a pilot?”
“Oh I am.”
She
braced herself as she watched him inhale and looked her straight in the eye. But
there was no way she could have prepared for the next thing he blurted.
“I’m
not Prabu. My name is Ashok. I’m so sorry for not telling you earlier. I’m
really an asshole aren’t I? But everything happened so quickly…”
Jenna stared at him uncomprehendingly. Her brain seemed
to have turned into a sluggish mush. “But you’re from the marriage broker right?”
“No, I’m so sorry. This is really a case of mistaken
identity but I can explain - what are you doing?!”
Jenna’s brain had suddenly clicked into action and she
plunged her hand into her handbag, pulled out her pink pepper spray and was
aiming it at Ashok or whoever the hell he was with deadly accuracy.
“Get away from me you pyscho!”
“Jenna, please! Listen to me. Everything else was the
truth.” Ashok pleaded, his hands up but not backing away.
She thrust the pepper spray towards him. “Are you mad?
How can I trust anything you say? Last chance, get away from here before I
start screaming!” She looked around wildly, wondering if anyone could hear her.
“Jenna,
the only thing I kept from you is my name. Which was really stupid of me. Here
look!” He stretched his arm towards her and Jenna instinctively jumped back. “It’s
my phone. Take it and look at my Facebook profile. You’ll see I’m just a regular
guy.”
Jenna hovered between anger, suspicion
and curiousity for a moment. Curiousity won and she snatched his phone. She
kept the pepper spray aimed at him and quickly scrolled down his profile. Then
she looked up in surprise. Ashok was watching her anxiously.
“You’re mutual friends with Alex.”
“Alex Wong? Yes, we were classmates.
How do you know him?”
Jenna lowered the pepper spray an
inch. “My colleague. Small world.”
“So you believe me now? Forgive me?”
He looked at her earnestly.
Jenna lobbed his phone back at him.
He caught it easily. She wished it had hit his head. Just then, he smiled his
charming sideways smile and Jenna felt her warring emotions fuse into
undeniable attraction for Ashok. She lost her battle to remain angry and
noticed his eyes light up with relieve. Damn
it, was she that easy to read?
He approached her, right palm outstretched.
“Hello, I’m Ashok. Would you like to go out with me tomorrow night, Miss
Jenna?”
This
was insane. He was insane. But she was bewitched by his audacity.
Laughter bubbled out of Jenna as she
clasped his hand. “I would Mr. Ashok.”
And then she drew her hand back and swung
a solid punch on his toned right bicep.
~The End~ (For real)
~Anya~
Friday, 16 January 2015
Call It Fate (Part 1)
Jenna tipped her handbag
upside down, shaking it violently. Loose change, crumpled tissue paper, old
receipts, a red lipstick tube and a chunky bracelet tumbled out, landing
noisily on her office desk. Not there! She yanked open drawers, gave up and
crawled under her desk, searching furiously. Her heart thumped in panic. Oh my God, where is it? Where’s my phone?!
“Have you tried calling it?” Vivi hovered anxiously
beside her.
“Of course I have! Like a hundred times! It goes straight
to voicemail.” She straightened and tugged down her short skirt.
“When was the last time you saw it?” Alex had joined them
now.
“I swear I saw her
holding her phone at lunch. We went back to the restaurant as soon as she
realized her phone’s not with her.”
“Let me guess, no luck right? Forget your phone Jenna.
It’s gone. Just get a new one.”
“No, no, you guys don’t understand. I can’t lose that
phone! All my contacts! And I don’t want some stranger going through my
personal stuff!” Jenna was practically hyperventilating.
Alex smirked. “Wow Jenna, didn’t think you were the type
to have those kinds of photos on your
phone!”
“It’s not like
that you idiot! Now, go away. You’re not helping me at all.”
Alex drifted back to his cubicle, shrugging
sympathetically. Another word out of his mouth and Jenna might just have thrown
her water bottle at him. She sagged into her chair, massaging her pounding
head. She would have rather lost her purse than her phone. What was she going
to do?
“Babe, we’ve searched everywhere we can think of. Alex’s
right, it’s gone. I think you need to call Maxis and get a replacement SIM card
first.”
Jenna was too depressed to respond.
“You’ve got the perfect excuse to shop,” Vivi continued,
obviously trying to get her to see the bright side. “Stop by the mall after
work and get a new phone.”
Jenna groaned, Vivi’s chatter reminding her of her
appointment after work. Today of all
days!
“I can’t, not today. I have to go meet that guy
remember?”
“Oh, that’s today? Can’t you call him to cancel? Oh,
right. Well, just don’t show up then.”
Jenna bit her
lips, pondering. Were the gods finally answering her prayers to spare her the
drudgery of another blind date? But no, she couldn’t go back and tell her mother
she’d stood up the guy. She could just imagine the nagging she’d face all
weekend. My friends’ daughters are all
getting married and having children. Why don’t you want to get married? Why are
you being so choosy? Are you going to let me die without grandchildren?
Fuck. She’d just have to
get this stupid date over with. God knows what kind of loser the marriage
broker has found this time.
“Can’t do that. Now the problem is, I don’t even know how
I’m going to get to the restaurant without Waze. And with the Friday evening
traffic – Oh God!”
“Why? Where is it?”
“This really obscure place I found in Damansara – Poco Vino. I didn’t want to bump into
anyone I know.”
Vivi laughed. “But why not?”
Jenna grimaced.
“If you’ve been forced to go on blind dates, you’ll know why.”
“Why is your mum always shoving guys your way, anyway?”
Jenna gave a self-depreciating laugh, momentarily
forgetting her lost phone. She waved her hands at herself. “Hello? Indian,
single, 31. That’s a frightful combination for her.” She didn’t add: size 14.
Vivi bent down over her keyboard and began tapping. “You
should tell your mum she’s got nothing to worry about. Guys hit on you all the
time. Even Chinese guys check you out when we’re together. Ok, hang on, I’m getting
something from the printer.”
Jenna stared out the windows. The angry black clouds
gathering in the sky matched her mood.
Vivi came back, gesturing to the sky. “Traffic’s gonna be
deadlocked with this rain. Here you go.” She thrust a piece of paper at Jenna.
Jenna took it, puzzled. “A map? For the restaurant?”
“I know. So old school, right?”
Jenna stared at it with blank horror. A real
piece-of-paper map! The only kind of map that she knew how to follow, talked.
Call It Fate (Part 2)
Jenna squeezed her Ford into
an empty slot that took her twenty minutes to find and exhaled. When would this
day end! First, her phone getting lost. And then losing her way three times,
trying to figure out the map with the nightmarish rush hour in the pouring
rain. She was exhausted. And an hour late for her date. Please, please, let him have given up waiting and left already. She
really wouldn’t mind a quiet dinner by herself. She was craving a huge chocolate
mud cake slice after the day she’d had.
It was still drizzling. She shook out her umbrella and
hopped out of her car. Her feet plopped into a puddle of muddy water. Fuck! Her heels were soaked! Well at
least no one would notice in the dark. She squelched her way half a block to Poco Vino. The sidewalks were crowded
with people trying to avoid the rain.
The restaurant was unexpectedly lovely. A little place
tucked between a hair salon and HSBC bank, smelling of heavenly wood oven
pizza. She waved away the maitre’d, assuring him she was meeting someone, all
the while wildly hoping the guy wouldn’t be there. She peered into the dim
interior. It was almost empty. There was an elderly couple at the table on her
right and behind them a family of four with two young children. Then at the
last table at the back, she saw the guy with his back to her. Her heart sank.
She knew it was him because his last text to her said he’d be wearing a grey
stripped Polo t-shirt. Obviously she hadn’t asked for his photo nor given him
hers. God forbid, the loser took it as a sign that she was interested in him.
She squared her shoulders and approached the table. Oblivious
to her, the guy was tapping at his laptop, a plate of half eaten pasta next to
him. Hmm, I can’t fault him eating first
when he’s been waiting for so long. She stuck out her hand. “Hello, Jenna.
Prabu right? Sorry I’m late. I lost my phone and…never mind, it’s a long story.”
Jenna almost smiled at the startled look the guy gave
her. Good! I hope I’m not his type and he
tells the stupid broker he’s not interested.
“Jenna?”
She sat down across from him, dumping her handbag beside
her. “Oh, I guess you were told my formal name – Janaswari.”
He had the gall to smirk! “Janaswari? Jenna. Well, hi.”
There was an awkward silence. She hated this. Prabu broke
it first.
“Where’s the waiter? I’m sure you must be hungry.” He
shut down his laptop, turned around and signaled the waiter.
Absently mindedly, Jenna noticed he had a very nice nose.
To be fair, he was actually quite good looking, in a rugged sort of way. Sort
of like Gerard Butler. The waiter came over and Jenna ordered a lasagna and
chocolate mud cake for desert. Ha, let my
gluttony scare him off. She glanced at Prabu and noticed an amused smile
playing on his lips. She suddenly wondered if she had lipstick on her teeth or
mascara smeared down her cheek. If she had her phone with her, she could have
discretely checked. Damn it.
“So Jenna. What do you do?”
Here we go again. “Didn’t
the marriage broker tell you everything about me?”
Prabu raised his eyebrows. “Only the boring parts and who
remembers those right?” His face was deadpan but the twinkle in his eyes gave
him away.
Jenna chuckled. “I’m in event management. What about you?”
“So I’m not the only one who wasn’t paying attention.” He
grinned at her.
Jenna smiled back. She found herself letting down her
guard a little bit more.
“I’m a pilot.”
Jenna folded her arms and sat back, staring at him
suspiciously. “Pilot huh? You must have hot chicks throwing themselves at you
all the time. Why are you doing this?” She indicated the space between them.
Prabu gazed at her meaningfully and Jenna felt the
beginnings of a blush creeping up her cheeks. “I’m looking for a real woman.”
Jenna
rolled her eyes, letting the exaggerated remark pass. “So what was your
scariest flying experience?”
“Ah,
let me see… couple of years ago, I was flying to Vietnam and halfway through,
one of the engines began to leak oil.”
“Shit!
And then?”
“I
can’t lie and tell you I wasn’t afraid, but we have standard operating
procedures for things like this. So I said to my First Officer….”
Jenna licked her spoon. The
chocolate mud cake was everything she needed. And Prabu was turning out to be
surprisingly interesting. She glanced at her watch. Almost midnight. That was a
record as far as blind dates went. Usually she wrapped things up within an
hour.
“I have to leave soon. Excuse me while I pop by the
ladies first.”
“Sure. I’ll call for the bill.”
What
just happened? Here I was minding my own business and this beautiful woman appears
in front of me. I know she’s talking but I don’t hear a thing. All I see is
sparkling eyes and those legs in that short skirt. Before I know it, she’s sitting across from me. Then I realised
she’s mistaken me for someone else. This was when I should have immediately
said, “Sorry miss, I’m not the guy you’re supposed to meet. My name is Ashok.”
And then she would have left as fast as she had arrived. Only a fool would let
a woman like that leave.
So I kept talking and she didn’t seem
to notice anything amiss. Once or twice though, I caught her studying me, like
I wasn’t what she was expecting. But we made each other laugh and I couldn’t
believe that I was enjoying this strange woman’s company.
Anyway, she’s gone to the ladies now
and I’m telling her the truth when she gets back. And then I’ll ask her out on
a proper date. I hope she’ll forgive me for fooling her and say yes. I don’t
know. She looks like the type of woman who would either dump that glass of cold
water on my head and slap me or collapse laughing on the floor. Ok, here she comes. Damn, I can’t believe how
nervous I feel.
Anya
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