Still harping on Mr. Darcy…

So, I finished Bridget Jone’s Diary: The Edge of Reason last night. Now I can’t sleep and I can’t think of any books I want to read, so came online to blog.

I am super in love with Mr.Darcy’s character! And I think my infatuation is added by the fact that I read the books after I saw the first movie, so I visualise Colin Firth as Mark Darcy.

Ah…I can daydream alot. It is so nice because Bridget is such a klutz, and she is eccentric and yet this total gentlemen (gentlemen? or gentleman? I always am confused about that. please advise) falls for her. He is a stoic character, but if you get to know him, he is a total sweetheart who goes out of his way to look after her and protect her.

I love sweethearts.

And (SUPER SPOILER ALERT)
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Their relationship is always on and off because of miscommunication. And he obviously still loves her but doesnt vocalise it, and when he is ready to vocalise it…he just always chooses the wrong timing!!!

Weirdest thing is, i havent seen the full bridget jones 2 yet. Just the ending.

And I love how the british speak. British accents are super fun, and super dreamy. mmm.

I’m stuck with this squeaky annoying american accent. I am canadian but no one thinks i’m from canada, because I don’t say, “ABOOT” (About) and I don’t say eh? eh? Eh?

THIS IS SUCH A FALSE STEREOTYPE. Canadians sound exactly the same as americans!! We sneak into America for better pay and better career potential! (Canada’s brain drain problem)
Andrea, Adrian, Heather, Mitchell…if you are reading this, DONT DENY IT, just think “Stacy!! How can you say that!!!” and just read on. haha

Anyways I ramble.

Made a mental note that prince charming is likely to be tall and witty, sensitive but manly too. He should be in the legal profession, be willing and able to do backflips to help me out of sticky situations, have a haircut that is longer than most men (curly is adorable), and for a few bonus points – he should have british accent. And ideally his name is Daniel, or start with a D. (Darcy i love you but my loyalty still belongs to Daniel)

Then, this evening I saw the last 40mins of Pride & Prejudice on HBO. The newest one with Keira Knightley (Beautiful goddess, Jamie looks like her) and this Non-Colin Firth Darcy.

Gross, didn’t like to this version as much as the BBC version. (Could it be the lack of Colin Firth and Hugh Grant?)

The book is a much better read, I read it around 6 times. Maybe I should dig it up and let it be my read of next week.

I can’t help but stop for a moment and tell myself that I have to pull myself out of cloud 9. because there is no point getting all *beaming smile* and *lovey dovey* over fictional characters and FICTIONAL love stories

Key word being : Fictional.
(Rachel, thanks for the wake-up call this afternoon on MSN.)

I ALMOST had a fairy tale, and we all remember what a freakish nightmare that was.

Imagine I was lost in the clouds for like…2 weeks? And now I don’t even think about that freak of nature at all. (Besides today, when I got an SMS from my Singapore number saying “Hello, pls give me your thai number so I can call u” and the number was new, thought it could be a trick from Stephen. super paranoid and traumatised still)

The only person I think about doesn’t remember that I exist, and we were never an item.
Maybe its because we were never an item that I think about him often.

Or at least used to.

Down to….1 dream a week about him? Yay!!! Very good improvement. At this rate, I shall be free of thoughts of him by end of October. (hopefully) That stupid jerk, tamed me like the fox in the little prince and left me to rot and die.

I don’t know why I always overlook that point.

Clicking with Bridget

Last night I spent my evening cuddled up in my bed reading

“Bridget Jones Diary: The Edge of Reason”

for the 2nd time. This time around, I felt like I understood her much more, about her self-help book religion and her crazy over analytical nature about the men in her life.

I especially have to thank my partner in crime Grace, for helping me understand lines like
” He is martian rubber band!!! Move back one stage from exclusivity to dating!!”

Hahah, I read “Men are from Mars Women are from Venus: Dating” when I was in HK this past July.

Lovely.

And I am super guilty of scanning through the draggy parts of the book, fastfowarding to the Mr.Darcy action. Gotta love romantic unrealistic stories.

Colin Firth is super hot.

I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored

I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored

I know I should exercise and I should work on my company brochure but I am incredibly lazy.

I’m a lazy bum I’m a lazy bum I’m a lazy bum I’m a lazy bum I’m a lazy bum I’m a lazy bum I’m a lazy bum I’m a lazy bum I’m a lazy bum I’m a lazy bum I’m a lazy bum I’m a lazy bum I’m a lazy bum I’m a lazy bum I’m a lazy bum I’m a lazy bum I’m a lazy bum I’m a lazy bum I’m a lazy bum I’m a lazy bum I’m a lazy bum I’m a lazy bum

And I stopped exercising because I think that my excess weight is just going to magically fall off me, and I spent the past 30 minutes online looking at fast ways to lose pounds. Drinking water. 3 Quarts a day, (3L?)

I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored

Thank you Rachel!!

I feel so much better now! After chatting to Rachel. I am motivated to get the hell out of my depression, and one of the ways is to exercise.

Rachel, I feel so much better after talking to you, guess what im actually SMILING

Amazing lor.

Love you!!!

Recluse

I was at Seacon Square, which is one of the most ghetto huge malls in Bangkok, and while Mom greg and I were shopping for things, all of a sudden Mom and Greg were much ahead of me, and Mom was talking and I couldn’t hear her. And I couldn’t keep up with her pace.

Not a dream.

And then I had this overwhelming feeling that I could not handle this environment. I am becoming a recluse, cannot step out of my house, or places I am used to. Can’t meet people and I don’t want to socialise. If I was a SIMS character, my social quotient would be dangerously red. (-100)

Now I feel like how I felt earlier this year, wallowing in selfpity, staring off into space and feeling really unhappy.

I kind of wonder whether I am slightly manic depressive because just a few hours ago I was laughing over dinner, and now I am sitting typing with this huge sense of dread and all I want to do is lie in bed and wallow.

I feel myself pulling into a shell and becoming a recluse.

And depression has alot to do with self-image. Because, I haven’t been disciplining myself and I am this huge fucking cow. Today I had an icecream as comfort food, Mom asked me afterwards if it helped, you know what? It didn’t.

I should had known better.

Airport Adventure

Dear Reader,

Take note that you should ALWAYS CHECK YOUR PASSPORT once you pass the immigration at the airport.

Last week, mom checked my passport stamp and it said I had to leave BKK by September 26th. But before I left Singapore, I got a non-immigrant B which gives me a 3 month stay. So great. now what. Maybe it’s a sign from God, MOVE BACK TO SINGAPORE. (non?)

But…theses things are so fast to fix. Today I went back to the airport to get my passport stamped properly.

Thus my adventure story telling begins.

Setting: Massive Bangkok Suvarnabhumi (Pronounced Suvarhajjydumksdami) Airport

Time & Date: 10:14am, Wednesday, September 12th 2007

Mom and I enter the arrival terminal and go directly to the information counter, the ladies tell us to walk down and turn left and ask a security guard.

I wonder how do they know that the security guard is standing down the aisle and on the left?

Anyhoo, Mom and I walk up to 3 official looking people with walkie-talkies, Mom barges into their conversation and in her slow thai says, “Teee Naaai??” (where?)

…

haha, we eventually find the security room, and I record my name and passport number on a sheet of paper and I am allowed (only me not mom) to enter the ‘inside’ of the airport. So there I am, walking down this corridor and I find myself at the baggage claim.

Unescorted.

Without an escort, I can do anything! I can go into duty free areas, hide in the baggage sorting place (a very CIA way to get to the planes) possibilities are endless!

I could had easily walked in carrying a bomb and go virtually undetected!

Anyways, thai immigration officers are a bunch of nazis. Like they have never smiled a day in their life, super mean people. But I got the job done. And when I was walking from one immigration booth to another immigration area, the english speaking thai immigration guy says to me (monotone voice)

” I am really sorry for all this trouble”

Wow!! I was so touched! Maybe it was because I looked prettier today? To receive such a relatively nice comment?

What a nice guy, too bad he is ugly and a monotonous speaker.

(….bowing my head in shame from my shallowness)

After all was said and done, the immigration lady wanted to escort me to Exit C, but I told her that Mommy was meeting me at Exit B, so I waved goodbye and again walked UNESCORTED in the baggage claim area!!! (to Exit B)

Met back Mom, happy happy and we went la la la to meet Dad for lunch.

Nice.

I just noticed that I used the word BOMB and NAZI in the same blog entry. I wonderd now if I am going to be put on the watch list.

Yay more readership!!!

To secret surveillance officer: Wow!! I knew you guys existed!! Everyone always rolls his/her eyes when I speak about my conspiracy theories!!! Welcome!! If you wanna know about life in bangkok and singapore please feel free to check out more of my blog entries.

Btw, I am no longer an insomniac

Yours truly,

Stacy

Chronic coughing

I have been coughing since July. During my hk trip i lost my voice, coughed like mad. Was okay for a while and now I am coughing again.

Was a LITTLE concerned, what if I have TB???

Mom went online and we GOOGLE-d the symptoms, this is how our dialogue went:

Mom: Chest Pain or Back Pain
Me: Yes, i have small stings of chest pains

Mom: Coughing?
Me: Yes lots of coughing

Mom: Nausea and fatigue?
Me: yes, i get dizzy during the day sometimes and i always want to sleep
Mom: Really? why didn’t you tell me before

Mom: Rapid weight loss?
Me: Er…i guess I don’t have TB.
Mom & I: Mass hysterical laughter.

Being a woman?

Who ever said working in a family business is easy? Today is day 3 at work. Had lunch with mom and dad and now I am blogging on MS WORD.
Its not too bad. We now wake up at 5:45am to leave the house at 6am, get to the gym at 640, and leave at 945 for the office.

Today I was a damn lazy bum, reached the club at 640 and slept ‘til 740, did some 15 minutes of stretching and then went to this major hard core pilates class. We used stretch bands and weights.

A few random things. Yesterday morning I received my temporary membership card, my membership number is H-0234. Although its kinda catchy, I am very particular about numbers. 234 may be catchy to some, but to me (no offence Juliet) its yee-sam-sei. Easy to live and die. I don’t want this number, means my husband, my kids and myself will be stuck with this number FOREVER?? (remember? Lifetime membership)

So being the complete irritating diva, I called up the membership office and told her I was unhappy with this number and I want to change it, I even went to the extent of, “I don’t like 234, 235, and 236, preferably I want 238”

Hahaha, anyways it never hurts to try and I got H-0238!

Another random thing, I venomously dislike people who comment on my weight. The first day of my gym membership, I met this old trainer and when my mom said, “hello, do you remember Stacy?” his response was “Huh-Ugh??” like a mixture of that, and in this context it could be decoded as , “Holy mother what the hell happened to you” kinda “huh-ugh” and I just walked away and said loudly “Oh shut up.”

LOL.

Then today the tennis trainer said, what happened to you, you used to be SLIM.

Heck. I was 45kgs 10 years ago, 50kgs 7 years ago, and lots of kgs heavier now.
I’m bigger because I am a woman now.
A working woman. Have to get back to work.

Gravity

Ohh!! This is my current song in my head. Its super happy.

I underlined my favourite lyrics

(no idea whats wrong with my spacing)

“Gravity”

You’re unavoidable Simply irresistible And certainly you’re kissable But next to you I’m way to shy

And lose my backboneLeave my feelings unknown Play should’ve could’ve on my ownThen I’m left to wonder why

This is so hardLetting down my guardIt’s all the same, it’s I blameBut maybe that’s not right

So I’ll blameGravityFor always holding out on meWhen I just want to run awayIt trips me and I fall for youMakes perfect sense to meLose responsibilityThen every time I fail to seeHow easy this could beI can put the blame on gravity

You’re undeniableTruly unbelievableAnd certainly achievableIf only I could speak my mind

But I deliberateSimple things, I complicateThen I think it best to waitIt happens to me all the timeThis is all so hardLetting down my guardIt’s all the same, it’s you to blameBut maybe that’s not rightSo I’ll blameGravityFor always holding out on meWhen I just want to run awayIt trips me and I fall for youMakes perfect sense to meLose responsibilityThen ever time I fail to seeHow easy this could beI can put the blame on gravity

There is something I must confessI was happy with loneliness, oh yeahWeightlessness is so easy to beNow I’m up in a different spinOut of control and completely into youSo why put the blame on meWhen I can put the blame on gravity

Disappearing Pens

Is it me, or do you find that objects walk away from you, or they randomly disappear?

I could have sworn that I just put my pretty blue pen down for like, 30seconds, and when I reached for it again, it was gone.

The mystery of the lost pen. Been boggling my mind since 2pm.

The mystery of the wandering pen, summary of my first day of work? Nah. I couldn’t sleep at all last night. Had my first meeting at 10, then 1030, then 11, and then I took the staff out for lunch at 1130. Insisted that we would not speak a word about the business!

So it was nice. And the rest of the day I made notes, read some articles online about online trading, settled my report systems.

Psst. I have a confession. I also updated my stacyinsingapore.blogspot.com blog, and chatted on MSN.

That’s only because I am super efficient!Hee!