Always open your lights in the early morning

I always pack my bag before I sleep. But recently I have been super sloppy and lazy. So last night I packed my black slacks to wear to work (mom folded it and placed it on my wardrobe) then I picked a shirt to wear. Laid out my gym clothes, all was good to go, then snuggled up in my bed and read “Women in Love” til I fell asleep.

So when I wake up at 545am (we leave at 6), I am super smart and decide not to open the lights (because my eyes are open this wide) and I am even smarter to wear my gym clothes first. And I grab my shirt that was drapped over my reading chair, and throw it into my gym bag.

Now fast forward to after my killer FITBALL class. I try on my pants, damn, I can’t even pull them up past my upper thigh area! And I check if maybe the zipper is not undone? Turns out that I accidently packed Jamie’s pants instead!!!

Argh! How frustrating! Meaning that I have to wear my grey leggings (gym pants) to work? my god. Not only that, the “work shirt” that I threw in my bag was a very pretty pink Espirit clubbing top (that was hanging on my chair) (and…that I can’t fit anymore).

So here I am, I either go to work in a shirt I can’t fit and leggings. Or my gym tank top with my leggings.

Key embarassing word??? = = = LEGGINGS. There I am in my volumptous glory.

Shit.

I called Vic and asked if she by any chance had a free size skirt she can lend me, turned out she wouldn’t be at the office til the afternoon. Damn!

But she is super sweet! she bought me a dress and hid it in her office.

Hurrah!!

Vic saves my day!!! I rush to work and get change.

🙂

I also find myself in incredibly happy spirits today. Perhaps sweating it out in my FitBall class helped?

Lesson learned? No matter how hard it is on your eyes, you must always open your lights in the early morning.

Duly noted.

A matter of perspective

I’m much better today. Had my cryout day 2 days ago. Maybe its what I need, a once-a-week or once-every-month bad day.

no more sniffles. which is good, and today is friday which means 2 straights days (weekend) of no work! yay!

i think it helps to think positive. and when I do have my depression spells, i just have to ride with the tides and just let it pass.

but just wanted to write that i’m better.

Blogging during lunch

I’m unhappy. I’m unhappy.I’m unhappy.I’m unhappy.I’m unhappy.I’m unhappy.
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This past week all I want to do is cry all the time. And I do tear at least every day.

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Unhappy because I am frustrated with many things but I cannot vent it out.

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Unhappy because lots of work always amounts to nothing.

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And I have the sniffles because the acupuncturist told me that “Your cold is not gone yet” (My reaction-> Huh??? I never had a cold, I don’t feel cold, I feel heaty, have a tiring headache and a sore throat, no cold.)

THE LADY GAVE ME A COLD.

GRR

A month has flown by

Dear Readers,

I know I should blog everyday. But a few problems….

Like for example, if I use the home PC to type, I type faster than the words appear, so its incredibly stressful seeing the letters pop up in ‘slow-mo’ L I K E T H I S

then on slow days at work I feel I should FIND work to do besides blogging.

And I am sitting in my room feeling, to be honest quite bored. I assigned all the work, and I have set all the systems into place. I am ready for someone to test the system and anticipating that it will be a huge mess. So do I just sit back and see what happens? or run tests maybe? (Admin tests, like filing, where are these documents, that documents, programmes, la la la)

And its come to my attention that I do actually have blog readers. (so this Dear Readers thing is quite appropriate) How awesome is that. Cannot let you guys down, must write more.

I can tell you all things like ….yesterday I went to gym, my FITBALL class, and the trainer was such a lovely nazi. Can you imagine doing squats + dumbell shoulder lifts at the same time? It is a very ugly but painful move. Then we had to do walking lunges across the room 6 times, by the 4th time I was looking over my shoulder constantly and stealthly just walking the room in slow motion. (Stacy = Lazy bum)

Yes, so a month has zoomed by since I left Singapore and settled here. Not bad, but I made too many expectations of how life would be like in Bangkok and so now I am disappointed and mute 70% of my days.

Expectations like…60kgs by end of September. HAH
Or like, how I would break the curse and score alot of sales. (working on it)
or like, how I would call Dianna and then I could have a social life.
or like, how I would have a car and some independence so I can have a social life.

But I hit some snags on the road (Note: Snags ≠ Sensitive New Age Guys. Snags = my problems) Problems like, I wanna call Dianna, but only at home, and when I am at home i have the WORST reception, plus I feel like a fat ugly cow and I don’t want to meet anyone at all.
And another problem like, the car deal fell through the roof because I need a thai guarantor, and I have no thai friends, so…I’m not getting a car. To sum it up, I still have no social life.

Speaking of SNAGS (Sensitive New Age Guys), I recently received an email from OKdating.com (??) and was asked to be a beta-tester for their facebook application, *blushes*. What the heck am I blushing for, the whole thing turned out to be a scam. Creepy thing is that in the invitation email it said “Stacy you are THE PRISS”. and then when I logged onto facebook, I took the test, and indeed I am THE PRISS!!!

See, I take alot of these tickle, emode.com and ivillage.com tests, they have my profile and can even identify my personality. The increased power of profiling from the internet is amazing.

in case you are interested:
This is apparently me: http://www.okcupid.com/personality?type=DBLD&g=0&o=1
and if you wanna take the test: http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test

And the men I am suppose to avoid are: The LoverBoy and The Playboy
and one that suits me is: The ManChild

Wait i know what we are all thinking…

THE MANCHILD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!??????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?????

I must had done something seriously wrong in my pastlife.

Manchild? *rolls eyes*

Still rolling with the punches,
Stacy