Back in Time...

i can see YOUR undies... teehee...

XT-Acid + DJ Bone + Didjital

WiNKR!S + Angel+ Jelly

Alco + Melissa + Amanda + Wendy + Alice

mhmm...

Awww... feel the LOVE!
[ALL photos above courtesy of Wendy =)]

And again!
[courtesy of Alice =)]

Chook and i rawked up to the club just before midnight, tugging and adjusting our phats since we both felt very uncomfortable wearing them. But we did for Bruce... so THERE!

Usually i'm at Ruums working at the presales counter for our events but last night, i was just another clubber. Didn't have to worry about the tickets, the float money, presale lists or cash... so that was good. So the night is over... the turn out wasn't as packed as i thought it would be. But never the less, i still drank and was merry. The boys turned it up a notch by the end and there i was dancin' away.

Next thing i knew, it was closing time.

And a bunch of us headed to Chris' place. There i sat talking all sorts and being deep and emo with Kenny about how age is starting to catch up on me. I'm 26, still single and carrying emotional baggage. Oh why oh why?

Then six of us decided to take a little walk to the rock garden... ahahha... there we sat on the park benches and inhaled some fresh air whilst i shielded my eyes from the sun light with Kenny's sunnies. We made our way back following the row of units at the back and walked beside the barbed wire fence. And we made up stories about what the neighbors were up to... *giggles*

As the people headed off home or crashed in their little corner. I was the last woman standing. Sitting amongst the boys and not talking about anything in particular... Was good fun and great company.

HOWEVER, Bruce and i are very disappointed in a certain white brother of ours. A BUDDY of ours that didn't show up... hmmmMmmmmm... and he calls us buddies... hmmmph =p

Time to Recharge

So i made it through the week. My only bitch is my back is totally drilling me and am in desperate need of a serious massage to get rid of this kink in my back. Oh well... i'll live.

And apart from the lack of sleep i can say i managed to get through the week without stressing or yelling at anyone. Maybe it's the change of environment, maybe it's the fact that my new boss is very supportive and LOVED what i did. Maybe it was cause my colleague helped me out by beautifying my poster whilst i worked on the flyer... i swear, i look at the poster and it's absolutely stunning... yes modest as i am... seriously, i think it's absolutely gorgeous and can't thank him enough!

oOOoo and i found out we're competing with 5 other agencies for this pitch... ooOOoooo.

It's strange cause i spoke to my dad on the phone earlier and told him about my 3 day ordeal and at first his response was, "Oh shit, not again" but i ended it by saying that i couldn't have done it any better in the time frame and i'm heaps happy about it. He was well proud of me.

I worked my mother fuckin' arse off... ok yes, to prove to my new boss that he DID make the right decision in hiring me and yes, i'm not as slack as i think i am.

So yesterday was spent lazing around and sleeping for 3 hours then waking up thinking i had to get to the office. Then fumbling around and channel surfing, then back to my subconscious for another 3 hour snooze. Which has been pretty much what i've been doing all day. Taking cat naps and enjoying the fact that i didn't have to leave home.

And tonight i get to have a few drinks and just chill... i'm not working the presales counter tonight... yay! The boys are playing for Recharge's 50th Anniversary at Ruums so we're goin down for support.


I've even done the unthinkable and am considering wearing my Recharge phats... the ones Recharge made for the dancers for the R3 event at Port Dickson in 2005 [see above]. Where we danced from 6pm-3am and nearly died from cramps. But oh what a night... 18,000 people!!!

It's been aaaaages since i wore them, it's almost foreign to my body. I left them in the sun some time back and they've faded it some parts. Oh well, it's dark... nobody will notice. But seeing that it is Recharge event, i might as well wear them and show some bit of support [yes Bruce i swear, oh my fucking gawd!].

Oh i dunno... decisions decisions.

[And to my BUDDY who's flyin back from Jakarta for the weekend... we'll see YOU and your screeetching chairs later... =)... ehehhe.]

No Sleep for the Wicked!

I fuckin' did it!

• Logo
• Poster x 1
  
• Newsletter x 1
  
• Brochure cover x 3
• Folder
• Mass Flyer layout [front + back]
  

Three days in a row staying over night in the office battling the blood sucking daemons and trying to get my creative juices flowing is not an easy task. I managed to sneak in about 2 hours sleep at around 6am and by the time i woke up, the cleaning lady was already here and as i lay on the bean bags motionless, i wanted to disappear INTO the ground and remain there.

But i peeled myself off and lost that 'comfy spot' which i might add, will NEVER find again. And jumped back on the computer to continue with the leaflet.

And in the past 4 days i have slept... *counts all the cat nap times on the bean bags, missions to downstairs to attend to my nicotine habit and the brief visits to my bedroom: office > shower > office* = 9 hours!!! [give or take an hour or two].

And best of all, i wasn't frantically running around trying to finish half done collateral. I actually managed my time properly and even had 15 minutes spare. Well done Chrissie! I AM fucking superwoman! First time i have done 3 nights in a row with barely any sleep... sober and fuelled with caffeine and Off! Bug spray.

So now i'm waiting for my colleague to get back cause she's gone to get me some lunch and then i'm gonna trot along home and veg out in front of the tv and do nothing that involves heavy duty thinking or creativity.

THANK FUCKING GOD it's Friday... Tomorrow will be at Recharge's 50th Anniversary featuring Bass Agents... xox.

spew spew

I am so very very tired. I can't remember when the last time i slept.............

I did another all nighter last night. And didn't even get to sneak in an hour of sleep. I'm feeling very nauseus and at any moment i could just pass out.

I emailed my boss the poster and covers. I'm waiting for him to get back to me.

I still have so many things to do before submission but i can't think straight. I need to get production to raise an estimate for this job... THINK CHRISTINA THINK!

It's raining now. I'm going to go down and inhale some fresh air. I look like Death has circled around the block and is waiting for me down the road............

Round 2... Bring it on BITCHES!

So ended up leaving the office at 11.30am, by which time my eyes were stinging and i definitely didn't look like a happy camper. The thought of walking back to my apartment with my eyes closed sounded like bliss. If it would mean i could sneak in just a few extra minutes of sleep... i would. Only problem is the oncoming traffic and uneven pavement... NOT GOOD.

So my first pit stop was Guardian, where i armed myself with OFF insect repellent and itchy cream schtuff. Then walked back under the hot sun [only upon reaching my place 25 minutes later, did i think i could have just taken a stupid cab... nevermind].

So by the time i shoved 2 BK Fish burgers down my hatch and then showered, i finally collapsed on my bed. My thoughts suddenly started making sense but by the time i tried to string my thoughts together, i passed out.

That was 12.30pm. i woke up around 3pm and made my way back to the office for Round 2.

The little cat nap only emphasised my exhaustion and was in desperate need of a pick-me-up... Ahhhh Redbull gives you wings! Although a can of 'V' would definitely hit the spot, i'd be jumpin' off the walls. But alas, i am not in Australia... so i'll have to do with the reduced sugar Redbull... Gawd, i miss Melbourne.

Hmmmph...

I have absolutely no concept of time. My day merges into night and the office is brightly lit to keep me awake. The Mortein plug-in mozzie repellent is just beside my feet and i've got enough OFF bug spray on me, my legs look waxy.... mmmm lovely.

[No mozzies so far *knock on wood*].

But after observing the damage the bitches had done last night. I have counted AT LEAST 14 mozzie bites on my right leg and an equal amount, if not more, on the left leg. I swear, i look like i have measles!!!

I'm fucking paranoid about dengue cause it's been raining heaps lately and there's massive construction going on next door... who knows what daemons are being bred in the nooks and crannies!?

OH MY FUCKING GAWD... i'm so fucking tired. I'm adorned with my spankin' new Paul Frank specs but still my eyes hurt! *whine whine bitch bitch* Although i'm still not convinced about these specs... i look like a right dork... oh well fuck it.

YES this is a I-FEEL-SORRY-FOR MYSELF moment... I'm tired, cranky and my knees hurt from sitting cross legged on this chair.

1. YES this is the second night in a row i won't be sleeping... =(
   
2. YES the bitches are waiting to get me... =(
   
3. YES there is no A someone to give me my much needed massage... =(
   

WHERE is the TLC and disgusting amount of adoration? NO WHERE!

Best news of the day: I've put my order in for my fantabafuckinlicious black Macbook with Mac Studio... i should be getting it next week... yea baby! THE ONLY FUCKIN' LOVIN' I'M GETTING! =p... ehehhe.

Hello?

It's approaching 6am... i'm half way done for my poster... i haven't started on the rest... i plan to do that later on today. I took advantage of the bean bags and passed out for about an hour. Which is the most that i could get cause the stupid mozzies kept eating me alive!

I HATE MOSQUITO'S with a passion... i mean who doesn't? [Not including gecko's, frogs or other animals that consider them as their staple diet]. They are nothing but a pest and i bet you they're telling all their friends that i've got sweet blood cause they've all attacked me tonight...

I bet ya, my hatred towards this insect will back fire and in return i'll be reincarnated into one of them!

But an even more fucked up thing happened just now... The alarm that's connected to the back entrance went off!

I wasn't sure whether someone was breaking in or whether i should leave. So i ran to the back to check if the door was locked... quickly opening it [which was probably a really stupid thing to do but fuck it... i did]. Then shut it, thinking some person would be lurking in the stairwell... yea, i sorta scared myself... ahahaha.

So i went back to my desk and prayed that the alarm would go off. Not like i'd be expecting a team of SWAT cars swirving around the corner. Hell, the fucking police station is right next door... i peered through the window. And they didn't look to bothered. Don't i feel safe?

So 15 minutes of an irritating alarm... it's back to normal. Only thing that's not feeling so normal are MY EYES... these damn contacts are glued to my eyeballs! I MUST get my arse home once it turns light, to do a quick change... maybe a quick nap and shower. And put on me glasses... cause today is going to be ANOTHER LONG DAY!

I'm so guarding myself with repellent, mosquito ridsect and all sorts of shit. I refuse to let those bitches get the better of me!

Those BITCHES are HERE to suck me DRY!

As i sit behind my computer absorbing all sorts of radiation, i'm being eaten alive by blood sucking daemons! Yes those pesky little bitches have somehow managed to find its way into the office and are feasting on my blood! FUCK OFF already.

I try to ignore them, just how i try to ignore the time. But each time i feel them pricking my skin, i end up smacking the shit out of my leg and i'm left with my precious blood and smooshed mozzie guts on my hand! YUCK!

So i'm working on a pitch.

I'm still working on the poster which will probably end up taking me ALL NIGHT to do because of my brilliant idea of using illustrator to create the whole damn thing. And that's not the only thing i have to do;

• A logo
• A brochure cover; technically 3 covers
• And possibly 2 spreads
  
• A newsletter
• A flyer

All of which need to be completed by this Friday 4.30pm SHARP. So technically by Thursday i should be finishing it all and spend Friday mocking it all up.

OH MY FUCKING GAWD... i don't see myself sleeping anytime soon. I so hope to god my boss likes it, he's on a business trip and i have to email it to him for approval. If it's a no go... i'm pretty much screwed and will end up passing out before the submission with less blood in my pint and a half sized body. I MUST THINK POSITIVE.

I MUST get this poster done before i leave the office. It's taken me 5 hours of continuous work to only do 1/3 of it... *whine whine bitch bitch*

*Stares at the massive bright coloured bean bags next to her* ... mMMmmmmmm comfy.

I so want A someone to give me a massage and tell me how fucking fantabafuckinlicious i am! *Sigh*

NO... I MUST CONCENTRATE! WE MUST WIN THIS PITCH DAMN IT!

And the winner is...

Why do hot chicks all have THAT kinda hair?

I know i should really be doing work but in the background i have Star World on and it's that time of the year... yup the time where all those amazingly tall and drop dead gorgeous women strut their stuff on the stage. Flounce around doing choreographed steps in front of millions of people. Come on ladies... you know you were perving on them too!

Not really paying attention to their Question & Answers... come on... the only reason people watch this is to oogle over gorgeous women. Should she represent your country and so happen to be in the top 10... hell why not support her. Even if she's not from your country... who cares?

So for the past hour or two i've been doing bits of work [ok i lied, i've opened illustrator CS and blogged about Hardsequence] and peered over towards the direction of the telly. And one woman in particular i thought was stunning. Yes she may be unbelievably barbie like with a figure and bone structure that i find close to perfection. Although i'm sure she has flaws just like you and i.

BUT MY GAWD... LOOK...

At that dress... DAYUM! So i did a search online... and yes there's even a site dedicated to these beauties. My pick for the night was *drum roll*...

Miss Universe 2006

[Zuleyka Rivera... I can't even pronounce her name without sounding stupid, so i'll just say it how they introduce themselves at the beginning]... "Miss PueeeerTO RICo!"

Oh my fucKING GAWd. Not being a stalker... i clicked on Miss Puerto Rico and this specimen is only 18 and runs around at 5 foot 9. Her evening gown was phenomenal. Yes yes, i know i'm not so girly but damn, if i had a figure like that and pins like hers, i'd be flouncing around like that too! Hell, i'd be draping myself with those jewels sans the outfit... ahahha... yea right!

Although the bottom section of the dress looks like a full gown in the pic here. BUT i am certain the dress she wore on tv had those string like jewels running all the way down. No shadow of a nipple or tuffs of hair.

And that sash of hers, was definitely showing a lot more cleavage on screen! But oh well *clap clap* well done!
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[I wonder what toothpaste she uses... they're mighty white!] Which reminds me, i gotta see the dentist for a check up... hmmmph.

HS vs PHD... LOVE IT!

SOUL-T + XT-ACID + DIDJITAL

Didjital + DJ Bone

HS vs. PHD

Saturday night's event at Ruums ~ 22nd July 2006 was nothing short but amazing. Not because i'm bias and support my boys but i honestly thought Hardsequence vs. PHD with SOUL-T was fucking awesome.

So yea, as you would have read... i spent Saturday day fluffin' around doing everything else but what i was meant to do. When the urgency did finally hit, my ghetto arse computer decides to slow itself down. It took me 3 hours to sort it out... last minute bookings and changes to the lists... FUCKING STRESS-O-RAMA.

So realising that i had about half an hour left to shower + beautify myself, i hoped that the technology gods would bless me by speeding up the printing process... whilst i ran back and forth from my cupboard to find something to wear [Regular attire: skirt that just covers my arse + baby T + cap + khandy + gators = not much thought into it]

FAST FORWARD: So eventually got the lists printed and made sure that i got everything with me. I jumped into Goatboi's car and we raced down to the club. My phone couldn't stop ringing....

MaBoss: Where are you?
Me: I have no idea... [asks goatboi]... We'll be there in 10 mins.
MaBoss: Do YOU know what time it is?
Me: It's 8.45pm.
MaBoss: What time are you supposed to be here? You're supposed to do merch.
Me: 9pm... I know i know... sorry. HEY man... i've got 15 mins!!! I'm not late.
MaBoss: ok ok [insert laughter]
Me: Fucker don't stress me out!
*end call*

1. So there i was already stressed cause of my ghetto arse laptop was being a bitch again.
2. My phone continued ringing with randoms asking me where Ruums was and assuming it's Rum Jungle.
3. Both parties unable to understand a word each one was saying. I don't speak Mandarin, Cantonese or Malay. English yes. Sorry.
   
4. And me getting anxious in the passenger seat and yelling at all the slow arse muthafuckin' drivers who can't decide which lane to drive in.
5. Goatboi sat there listening to ME ranting and raving! [I NEED A CIGARETTE!]
   

We finally made our way to the club and i sprinted up the escalators with this massive bag full of merch, my backpack and another bag holding the clipboards... trying so hard not to trip up on myself.

There were a bunch of people waiting around to purchase the merch and circulated like vultures waiting for a fresh kill. Eventually we got them in and within an hour all the PHD Tshirts and hoodies were sold. It was crazy... even the pink PHD Ts were snatched up... wooOOoh.

Sandycute + Nottifish
"Uh oh... Quick... dry it!"

By the time it got to nearing 11pm, the line was getting crazy. Goatboi was working frantically to get the line moving whilst i tried to hand over the change and do the guestlist.

PEOPLE come early!
Why is it that people decide to come at the SAME time? *sigh*

Drive + Niekon + Chrissie
Shit... i lost count...

By 11.45pm we closed. And did the calculations. By the time we left the counter and went into the club... it was packed! The vibe was electric. I managed to borrow SandyCute's cam and just took random shots but definitely not enough. And i took heaps of bollicky shots that eventually her cam ran out of battery =(

LOVIN' IT... Soul-T

THANK YOU!

BUT all in all... i had one of the best muthafuckin nights... MUCH LOVE to soul-t, xt-acid, didjital + drive for an excellent set. A HUGE thanks to the other promoters and crew for helping out and making the night run smoothly. A massive THANK YOU to those who booked presales with me and to those who traveled from Ipoh, Malacca, JB, Sarawak and other states to be at Hardsequence =)

Gimme some HARD fuckin... BASS!
"Me loves you long time!"

SOUL-T + Drive

Chrissie + SandyCute

Chrissie + Jeff [helpin' out on visuals]

winkris + drive


Panjang

ooOooh soooOoo very drunk...

Posin'

HS pres SOUL-T (PHD)
[can't remember any of these pics].


Poison Violet + SOUL-T + DJ Drive

XT-Acid + Poison Violet

Supastar + Hardstyle Queen

myspace.com Hardsequence clanz

CONCLUSION: I SO NEED TO BUY that sexxxy black macbook and that Canon IXUS 800 IS *drool* before i have a mental attack and pull every strand of hair out of my coconut head. I give myself until August 2006 to get those babies!

Just like a baby.

My colleague recently had a baby girl and every morning i get to hear stories of what that child managed to do or should i say end up doing whilst lying there oogling over random things. Lately it's been about how she wakes up in the middle of the night and how every 3 hours she has to be fed.

And in return, i tell her about how i suffer from insomnia and then when i do sleep it's usually for about 3-5 hours and then i'm up craving for a nicotine fix or to attend to the munchies. Then she commented, you're just like a baby... you wake up and then you need a cigarette and then you go back to sleep.

And you know what, how true is that. Only difference is i have a day job and nobody follows me around to change my underwear... yes yes i have been toilet trained.

Which leads me to now. It's 5.36am according to my clock. I remember going into my room by around 1.30am, thinking i'd just lie there and absorb some cool air. But passed out and 3 and a half hours later to wake up completely disorientated cause i could hear the tv blasting something and the fan/lights were on [so much for trying to save on electricity bills].

I had forgotten to take my pasta + tuna + pesto + cherry tomatos dinner to the kitchen, so it was still lying there, half eaten and still covered with cling wrap. So i ended up eating it... eheheh... now to make the whole "you're like a baby" comment more realistic, i just need to be burped befored i go back to sleep.

I'll blog about the Hardsequence event later on today, since i've got quite a few of the pics on the cam. No i didn't get that super dooper fantabafuckinlicious Canon camera... BUT I WILL SOON. I managed to borrow SandyCute's cam for one part of the night... and i was happy snappy like a japanese chappy << i dunno, don't ask.

OK i should really try and pass out. I've got a deadline first thing in the morning and i haven't finished.

Passion really is A meat market

For some odd reason, majority of the time i end up at Passion/Poppies i take part in some scandalous Public Display of Affection. Last night was no exception. By the end of the night, i bumped into a friend of mine and he said, come have a shot with me by the bar.

OK! So there i went and saw the bloke that i always see and end up at one point during the night kissing. So we chatted and what not. Then later i clearly remember meeting this guy and he was trying to be all smooth and saying;

HornyGuy: Oh i've met you before? I'm sure of it.
Me: I don't think so.
HornyGuy: I work in advertising... with [name of company will not be revealed to protect the not so innocent]
Me: Aww yea, i know [insert name of company] i used to work in advertising
HornyGuy: That's how i know YOU...
Me: Uh ok... i don't think so.
...
HornyGuy: If i get your name right, what do i get in return?
Me: A well done and a kiss on the CHEEK. But i know you just asked that guy my name.
[Only then realising that i DO actually pay attention to people around me]
HornyGuy: You're Christine!
Me: WRONG! ahahahha... I saw you just now asking that guy what my name was...

I swear, i'm convinced the dude was trying hard... gotta give him credit for trying. I don't know how this came about but my friend's bestfriend was there and next thing i know, we're pashing right there and then. I am convinced he wanted in on some one on one action. The place was crawling with chicks. You could smell the craving for sex in the air!

FUNNY SHIT!

I think he was well surprised that neither one of us flinched and got right into it. I think that just made him even more interested. I swear, it was like a free peep show for those who were standing near us, i kept thinking... It's like mate! Have you never seen 2 girls kissing before? Stop staring!

I didn't really give a shit.

I was drunk and so was she and so was everyone else... ehehhe. But i quickly shifted over and they were doing their drunken version of Dirty Dancing by the bar.

But i sobered up [slightly] by the time lights came on and another friend of mine wasn't doing too well. She was well hammered. So i sat with her to make sure she didn't pass out and smack her head against the pavement. Then Chook drove me back home and mumbled about my singleville lifestyle.

Which leads me to NOW...

Oh gawd, i can't believe i managed to dribble out all those words last night or should i say this morning. I pretty much passed out right after i typed the last word.

And believe it or not, i woke up 5 hours later. Thinking it was heaps later than it was, i quickly turned to my clock to only see it approaching 10 in the fucking morning. What is wrong with me? I should be taking advantage of being able to laze in bed.

I opened my bedroom door to find a plate sitting beside my computer with crumbs on it. [I don't remember making anything to eat last night]. But apparently i busted out with some toast and sandwich spread with cheese. I found the sandwich spread and used knife on the kitchen counter.

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My day has been spent doing everything except what i must do: SORT OUT THE PRESALES for tonight. When really i should be updating my presales list and the other promoters, so i'm not frantically trying to edit the lists minutes before i leave the house.

Each time i start, i get distracted and manage to find something else to do:

• make lunch,
• move one bit of mess to another part of the room,
• flip through my iPod for some other tune,
• count the merch,
• water my plants,
• stare at the rain
• read blogs,
• ...
• AND now blogging.

Shit... i've got 3 hours left to sort out my lists, beautify myself and then get to the club to set up............

And here i am.

It's nearly 5am and i've just got back from Poppies. Yes most people at this time would either be passed out or shagging some random/partner. As for me, well i'm awake. Not quite sober and not quite slaughtered.

Today has to be one those unplanned kinda deals.

Had dinner with Soul-T, Chook and SoftCock at Chilli's... a must each time mr Soul-T visits... ehehe. We later went back to the hotel and was well excited over his new mechanical dinosaur that he bought for DJ, which i must add, is fucking awesome! The dinosaur has these sensors infront so it can dictate what you're doing. Like if you're waving your hand in front it moves. It can be playful or angry. It's insane, it has a remote control much like a playstation thingy, it's serioulsy wicked.

But much thanks to Soul-T for bringing a bottle of Black Label for me and although he only drank a dribble from it... it was still good fun. [Yea yea, don't pretend that you drank more than you did... it's coke mate!]

Then we had to head to Passion. A fucking meat market and a half. Yes it was Julies' birthday, so we went to wish her happy birthday. It had been ages since i stepped into a hoochie mama club. Yes i even sported going out in my slippers and defintely not out like as though i was on the prowl. The past few weeks, i've been missing in action. I just couldn't be fucked to go out. To be honest, i was in no mood to socialise, i just want to chill at home and for once, be sober.

[I am so gonna read this when i wake up and be like, what the fuck am i going on about?]

So yes, getting off with the same guy i get off with at random occasions (yes he's a friend and it's only restricted to clubbing events) and adding a bit of spice, i got together with another girl... my friend's bestfriend... hell why not? They were standing right next to each other and are friends (i think)... ahahahah! Like i said, we're just playin'... she won't remember it and to be honest, it was just fun.

I realised... the hoochie mama scene is sooOOoo not me. Yes it was fun... at the club but yea, that's all it was. No i'm not a slut and no i won't bring home anyone. I simply am doin what i wanna do. I make the most of it during my intoxicated self and that's it. I like my space and i have my own thing going on.

It's not like there's someone waiting for me or wanting more than what it is *sigh* ok fuck this... slightly intoxicated, typing bollicks and trying to make sense... not a good combo.

Is it Hardsequence yet?

You make me wanna...

My sudden urge to splurge money on myself is getting quite addictive. I am in desperate need to pamper myself by purchasing items that i want... not necessarily items that i need. Yes i should probably save my pretty pennies for a rainy day or an end of year fantabafuckinlicious holiday.

But you know what... fuck it.

Lately, i've got this Now or Never attitude goin' on [even though i say Never say Never]. I'm trying to grasp hold of my life [maybe it's the increase in meds but it has altered my views on life].

I need to find a purpose.
But aren't most of us struggling to find meaning in our lives?

Once upon a time my relationship gave me a reason to progress. When that failed, i dedicated my waking hours to my job. But for some reason it also involved back-stabbing by colleagues, false accusations, involvement in office politics [not by choice], stress, heavy duty deadlines and to top it all off, minimal sleep.

The combination of those two eventually lead me to being diagnosed. My body and spirit could not keep up with the intensity and i lost all hope in everything and nearly lost it. Deep and oh so very dark chapter. Over time i questioned my Creativity and wondered whether or not, my years of studying as a Graphic Designer did anything... do i even deserve this title given to me once they handed me my diploma?

Having doubts about whether i was even capable of doing ANYTHING right invaded my thoughts daily. Having no avenue to escape to, i turned to music. I know that's corny. But listening to the heavy bass and beats at the club and it brought me back to my 'happy' days in Melbourne. Free from my issues, it was just me and the music.

Then it got to the point of but where is this all going? But i realised that's the only time, i am content. As shit as i felt and going through such a fucked up stage in my life. I was able to forget about everyone and everything for just a few hours. Drown my negativity with alcohol.

And now trying desperately find my own Creativity. I look towards good design to for inspiration. But i've always admired illustrations... mainly the works of Tokidoki, designer Simone Legno.

And adding to my impulsive purchases; Basheer Books [actual store located in BB Plaza] came by the office this morning to show us some latest books. The guy knew me from my last agency and each time he'd drop by, i would be SURE to have purchased a book from him each time. Damn it, i'm a sucker for good design books.

I saw this one book, Graphics Alive published by Victionary and only viewed the first 20 odd pages... i was hooked. So you know what... i bought it =) LOVE IT!

[click to browse]

In this book, we talk about graphics that create relationship with us. It is not only a relationship between audience and the entity, like what we would get from reading a flyer or seeing a poster, but a more intimate relationship with our lives. This relationship encompasses all design disciplines - including graphic design, fashion design, interior design and industrial design, etc.

The book displays Legno's creations... Tokidoki My inspiration and for NOW, it gives me a reason to progress.

I can see NOW

Yes well... during my lunch break i made a little excursion to the bank to apply for a Maybank credit card, so i am one step closer to getting that sexxxy black MacBook... i figured i'd be a bit more pro-active with my life.

Then figured, why not check out the camera and see whether it is REALLY as nice as it looks. And to be honest, it looks pretty damn sweet. Only issue is it's slightly heavier than i expected but then again, i can't complain. The store was asking for RM1,699 so i'm thinking, a trip down to Sungei Wang or Low Yat would mean a lower price... hmmm.

So anyway, on my way back to the office. I figured i'd drop by the eyeglasses store to check out some frames. My current eye wear is fine but i broke my other plastic framed ones one intoxicated night [i think i rolled over them in my sleep]. All i wanted to do was have a peep at what's in store. [I wear glasses at home but lately my eyes have been giving me issues and may need to start wearing my glasses at the office].

I'm not a Gucci, Chanel or overly ridiculously priced kinda eyewear kinda gal. In fact, i can't be fucked what brand [if any] it is. MINIMAL branding is best, if it fits my face... i'm happy.

Anyway, i can't stop ravin on about how fantabafuckinlicious Reliance Optical Centre is. Their staff are super-dooper friendly and they've been around for yonks! I was in KL back in 1993... and that shop was there [even though i never bought anything from them]. No wonder that store is forever packed with people.

Anyway, was SIMPLY browsing and trying on frames after frames. I wasn't feeling the angular skinny frames. I have issues about my stupid long eyelashes brushing against the inside of the frame and the frames sitting too low down and my eyes look half asleep.

THEN she brings out these boxes... [insert heavenly gospel type music] and lo and behold... they're Paul Frank! How fucking cute is that! So yea, what does Chrissie do... ehehhe... removes her contacts and goes and gets her eyes checked.

So yea, my power has gone up.

Not majorly but apparently my astigmatism on my right eye is a lot worse now [damn stupid computer screen] and my left eye aint doin too well in that department either! I'm only near sighted and i'm not blind. It's nothing to complain about it's only -1.25. But it's enough to leave me squinting and emphasising my daily headaches.

SO all those times, i've winked at people in clubs... [i wasn't trying to be a flirt... i just couldn't see clearly]. I blame my contacts cause the power wasn't correct... worst part is, i just checked my eyes less than a year ago! I'm very picky with my contacts cause most of them don't sit nicely and i end up getting more pissed off as the day goes on. So NiceOptometristLady gave me a pair of Biomedics55 contacts to wear and i swear, it's like having new eyeballs... seriously!

It's fucKING RAWking!

Soon to be a proud owner of Paul Frank Jennie Bomb burgandy specs.

No, i didn't win any lottery or inherit money overnight. I've got a sudden urge for impulsive buying and a little cheering up to do.

Return of the Papparazzi

That's it... i've decided... fuck it!

Chrissie is going to get herself a new spankin' digital camera. I've had enough of bludgin' off friends' pics and most of the time, i feel bad for whiskin' away their bit of technology for ages, and then to return it with tonnes of useless pics or images of people they see as strangers.

I had a Canon PowerShot A70... which my folks were kind enough to buy for me 3 years back cause i needed to shoot a few things for my folio. But as time rolled on, the picture quality went a bit... fucked up. Purple lines running through the images and an almost 1970s type colour fade to it.

So yea... my mission is to hunt for a small, thin, anti-shaking, not too many knobs and buttons on it. OH and overall needs to have a sexxxy clean look to it. Yes i'm quite anal when it comes to purchasing items that involve a chunk of my money.

And quite particular with the picture quality... some images look damn right ugly once i view them on the computer. Plus the viewing image in the LCD screen needs to be sharp... none of that pixelated shit or grainy look. I want to be able to see it as is.

So i'm browsing through the Canon website... and saw a few that LOOK nice on screen. Question is, do they look nice once i see it in real life? This is the Canon SD 700 IS... mmmmMmmmm yumm.





But if any of you have kick arse little digital cameras that are sexxxy and affordable AND has a minimal look to it yet packs in quite a bit of stuff... do suggest the brand and model number... and i'll go have a hunt for it and have a bit of a fondle at the camera store... =)

Conducter? No i said, Promoter.

So yesterday i received a SMS from a random:

Pls stop SMS to me.

So i'm thinking, *HANG ON, i don't even have this person in my phonebook, how is it possible to even contact this person*

So i reply with, But i didn't send you a SMS, except for this one.

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Fine. So i didn't think much of it and carried on with my day. Then i receive a phone call from a number that i don't recognise. The male individual clearly sounded annoyed by the fact that i even answered his call.

Him: Hello, who's this?

Me: Ummm... Christina. Who's this?

Him: [insert chinese name]. Who are you? You... keep sending me messages about some club...

Me: Huh? But i never sent you any messages.

[I can hear him fumbling with the phone, then begins to read the message to me].
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Me: Oh, i think the club used my number as the sign off number, i'm sorry i didn't know. I'm just the head promoter for Hardsequence.

AngryChineseMan: What? Hard what!? What is that? Conductor?? I don't think it's good conduct for a club to be using your number [insert various reasons, why he's soOoo pissed off].

Me: Ummm, no i'm one of the Promoters for Hardsequence.

AngryChineseMan: Conducter???

Me: NooOoooo PROMOTER! [by this time, i'm getting irritated cause he's yelling at me]. I'm sorry i didn't know. Maybe you went to the club opening and you gave them your number.

AngryChineseMan: I want you to take my number off your list!

Me: But sir, like i said i don't even have your number. I didn't even know that this message was sent out. I have no control of what the Management does and i can't get a hold of the database.

AngryChineseMan: What club is this? Where? I want you to take my number and get it removed!

Me: Ok what's your name and number and i'll see if i can sort this out. Really i didn't know anything about this.

AngryChineseMan: Ok fine. You better tell, what's that club... Ruums that i don't want to be receiving their messages.

Me: Ok fine, i'm sorry, i didn't know.

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*Checks inbox... Sees message titled RUUMS club*

RUUMS is bck wth a new global session 4 u all. B there on 22.7.06 to check out Aust best, PHD with Hardsequence. Tickets: RM35 + 1D @ 012.6227856. CU TERE!

First off, to those who have received any messages from me, i would not have written it in that way and neither would i end a SMS with CU TERE!

[Hopes to god that the club doesn't send that AngryChineseMan another message, otherwise i'll have some stalker guy wanting to chop off my head and fingers!!]

BUT yes... if any of you do want presales for the HS vs PHD event at Ruums... please feel free to SMS me your name and before Saturday 22nd July, and i'll get you on my presales list... RM35 +1D but YOU MUST be at Ruums before 11.30pm!

PS/ SOUL-T will be bringing down a few PHD T-shirts and hoodies, so get there early before they're all sold out.

Dr Tran!

"How did you find my village... please stop talking!" LOL
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Mirror, mirror on the wall...

Isn't it funny how when boys/guys/men are adorned with scars, it's symbolic of their manly hood. Proof that they went head to head with the enemy and as a result have marks to show their bravery.

BUT when a girl/female/woman has scrapes, bruises and/or scars, it's regarded as ugly and we find ways of trying to cover up our flaws. The idea of smooth as silk legs with a creamy like texture is what most girls/females/women admire.

~ courtesy of getty

Legs should not look like it's molting or shedding its skin like a snake. I mean sand paper type legs can break an overall look. I mean, seriously, if you see ashy knees or legs it's a real turn off... ladies one word: N.A.S.T.Y.

I mean, i've always admired individuals who pamper themselves by slathering thick lotion into their flawless skin. I was not blessed with perfect skin. I've got heaps of moisturisers and what nots but always forget and plus i'm just so fuckin lazy, i can't be bothered.

I envy those real life photoshop type faces and bodies. But i have come to accept that i will NOT grow and my legs will NOT be flawless.

The other day i was looking at my legs and noticed numerous imperfections that have made a permanent mark... [much like a sticker album except these stickers are permanent and aren't very cute!] I've got scrapes from my sports and physical education days... waaaay back in the day. I've got bruises from my unco side of me and marks to remind me where mosquitos tried to suck me dry. But my latest additions is a huge bruise on my left knee cap, bruise on my ankle and a scrape on my right shin... it's so ugly! *whine whine bitch bitch*

Maybe if i get a tan on my legs, they won't be so obvious. Or MAYBE i should look before i leap and not be so clumsy/unco/careless. OR MAYBE i should dip my legs into vitamin E and rub sea salt/gravel to buff them up... hmmmMmmm...

ACTUALLY, fuck it... my scars are my photo album of boo-boo's [my way of excusing my clumsiness and to make me feel better]. You don't like it... well don't look *hides her legs*

There should be more ATM machines

I've got various topics that i wanted to blog about but as soon as i started typing, i'd get distracted and suddenly have no interest in typing it out. I honestly could not be fucked to get my brain in working order.

But i'm going to attempt to recollect my thoughts and tell you what happened to me...

I had to drop by the club to pick up the flyers on Friday and figured i'd go and pay off my credit card bill since i was going to be in the area. So after work jumped on the train and headed towards the city. Damn fucking tired and not in the best of moods, i had just missed the monorail and had to wait for the next one... FUCK it was hot!

So anyway, got to the bank eventually and there i was with my headphones on waiting for my turn and noticed the guy in front of me was carrying a really big umbrella. I kept staring at the back of his head, i couldn't help but check him out... hey man, he looked hot.

The longer i looked at him, i kept thinking... damn he looks so much like my ex. This guy works out and looks quite fit. I tried to get a glimpse of his reflection from the ATM plastic sign in front. And tried to not make it so obvious.

I think he was looking as well cause we both pretended like we weren't looking at each other and then he turns around... AND IT'S HIM. I wasn't sure how i'd respond, do i snub him off with a smile and get my money out. Or do i have a conversation and see how it goes.

Initial response was... "OH Hi!" [insert hug and kiss ON THE CHEEK]. I figured that's the decent thing to do... [repeating in my head: act normal, pretend nothing is wrong, look happy, LOOK HAPPY].

He notices that i've cut my hair and compliments it. He also mentions that i've lost weight [i don't think so but i guess i see myself everyday so i don't quite pay close attention].

Never an awkward moment as one of us always had something to say [whether it was intelligent or just to make fun of the other]. Surprisingly, it was just like old times... just us hanging out chatting. I miss that.

An awkward moment, was when he asked me permission whether i wanted him to wait for him, which of course i said, "it's up to you." He ends up waiting [as he usually did] and walks with me. [It was like old times. Yes he is turning into quite a gentleman... he turns 28 in 2 months and worst part is, he's looking damn fucking good]. *Sigh* He ended up walking me to the other bank and eventually to the club. FUCK IT!

So i get to the club and we say our farewells. And like a scene from a dramatic cheesy story, [the girl leaves the boy...] i get on to the escalators and turn around to smile. And as i'm moving up the escalators, he says, "take care" and i reply with "Yea thanks. You too."

I turn to look ahead. But this time, i don't turn back around to see if he's still waiting at the bottom of the escalators. Now my stupid brain has his image sketched in my thoughts.

I mean seriously, what are the chances of bumping into your ex [whom you haven't seen in months, voluntarily mind you] at an ATM machine [one which you haven't been to in MONTHS]? I swear, Life is testing my strength and my ability to cope with situations, to see if i would freak out and have a fucking mental break down.

And you know what, maybe i do miss our friendship... i miss our conversations. But i can't have that in my life right now. I knew him when i was 11 and then getting together with him at 15 and building on a relationship that made us into the best of friends. But i know i need him out of my life in order to move on. I know deep in my heart, i still care and have love for him. And i'm only guessing that deep in his heart he cares for me too.

And now, thinking of him at least once a day and knowing that i too, one day will be as happy as him.

The Beauty of Alcohol

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THE TRUTH ain't so beautiful
~ courtesy of getty