What are the odds

of receiving a call at 2am for a job offer that is too hard to resist?

i woke to the vibration of my mobile phone. no one calls me at this hour anymore since the downfall of my health.

the caller id shows an unfamiliar phone number from the states.

like hell yeah. my sleepiness was all gone when the caller introduced himself. so he finally noticed the portfolio i sent in a year ago. it took him that long.

am i excited, or am i excited?

dang. now i'm wide awake. 2 offers in a night.

why did it take so long for the offer to come, when i owe it to MrMD so much. and when i'm not in my tip-top condition for the best performance.

the pull of the Big Apple is so strong, i might just recuperate fully by tomorrow, and emotionally detach myself from BigFirm, D.A, Luna, Mr&MrsPhoon and this place I called home for the last 20 months.









which i highly doubt will happen.


tsk.






bert, i want to take off too... T_T
what will you do?

Global Xounds

Because i'm feeling nice.
Because i have no friends.
i'm giving out 10 guestlists for Global Xounds at Zouk.
blackjettas@gmail.com

Patience is a virtue

i don't have.

and so is anger management.

i went ballistic today when i found my Bettina Liano silk top hanging on the ironing rack resembling a piece of faded pickle circa 1989.

my maid threw my silk top into the washing machine, machine dried plus overheat iron it. the top was shining from the burnt mark. the color faded.

>_<

it.was.like.millions.of.daggers.stabbing.through.my.little.heart.

minutes later while going through the rack, i found my funky urban tee crumpled up like a ball behind the rack. she actually tried to hide the burnt tee which i only worn once from me! the print was melted.

beef.

BEEF.

omg.omg.omg.

counting to a million wouldn't even help.

memory of broken bottles of perfumes, cosmetics, chinas, burnt clothes and manhandled dresses from the last 10 yrs flowed into my mind like the unstoppable tsunami.

i lost the plot for a moment.

then i wondered, why do Mr&MrsPhoon always have the penchant to keep underperformed employees around the household.

>_<

maybe that's why they kept me by their side.

hmm..

xx

i wouldn't mind a Frank Gehry's tube bracelet by tiff&co.

bla bla bla

To the boy who thought he lost his tee,

Cheers to the T that kept us anticipated for a whole damn month!

Do the D.A.N.C.E.
1 2 3 4 fight
Stick to the B.E.A.T.
Get ready to ignite
You were such a P.Y.T.
Catching all the lights
Just easy as A.B.C.
That's how you make it right

Do the D.A.N.C.E.
Stick to the B.E.A.T.
Just easy as A.B.C.
Do the DANCE

Do the DANCE
The way you move is a mystery
Do the DANCE
You're always there for music and me
Do the DANCE
The way you move is a mystery
Do the DANCE
You're always there for music and me

Do the D.A.N.C.E.
1 2 3 4 fight
Stick to the B.E.A.T.
Get ready to ignite
You were such a P.Y.T.
Catching all the lights
Just easy as A.B.C.
That's how you make it right

Do the DANCE (do the dance)
The way you move is a mystery
Do the DANCE (do the dance)
You're always there for music and me

Do the DANCE
The way you move is a mystery
Do the DANCE
You're always there for music and me

Under the spotlights
Neither black nor white
It doesn't matter
Do the DANCE (do the dance)

As strong as you might
Working day and night
Whatever happens
Do the DANCE (do the dance)

Under the spotlights
Neither black nor white
It doesn't matter
Do the DANCE (do the dance)

As strong as you might
Working day and night
Whatever happens
Do the DANCE
Do the DANCE
The way you move is a mystery
Do the DANCE
You're always there for music and me

The way you move is a mystery

You're always there for music and me

get the original version here

xx

Blog Tag - Filler
no thanks to you Looney.
hang on, haven't we done this ages ago?

4 Jobs I’ve had in my life

1. Master of procrastinator
2. Lousy daughter
   
3. Lousy girlfriend
4. Full time bitch
   

4 movies I can watch over and over again

1. Trainspotting
2. City of God
3. The Virgin Suicides
4. Velvet Goldmine

4 Places I’ve been on vacation (my favorites)

1. Monkey Island
2. Nimbin
3. Tortona
4. That island we went to that Christmas
   

4 Of my Favorite Dishes

1. Insalata di finocchi, Rucola E Proscuitto Di Parma
2. Kanaeda's ika shogayaki
3. Hum yi fa lum pou (claypot fat pork+salted fish)
   
4. Soup is a must
   

4 Places I would like to Visit

1. Big Apple
2. Abu Dhabi
   
3. Budapest
4. Tibet
   

4 Most overused Words

1. hello?
2. no
3. ok
4. bye

4 TV Shows I like to Watch

1. I don't watch TV
   

4 Bloggers I am Tagging

1. no one
   

xx

I returned to office after a long period of MIA to extend my leave, grab some stuff from the drawer, get the IT dude to configure my laptop to access server from home, catch up with my GM and to remind MrMD I'm still alive.

In the span of my 30 days procrastination:

• 2 of my favorite drafters ran away while I was gone
  
• a new guy's seating among my pile of mess. the thought of him taking over my nice LCD monitor instead of my job position worried me for 2 nanosecond.
• 2 outdoor fans and 3 umbrellas were installed on our terrace.
• the annoying guy is still as annoying
• the good ol' cafe with the mean machiatto has been taking over by *gasp* Coffee Bean
  
• i almost wanted to choke an intern alive for mentioning the unspoken taboo
• reshuffling and restructuring began
• the same Cafe Del Mar CD plays in loop in the office loo
  

Sunday Sundae

Have you ever thought you knew someone well enough, but to find out otherwise?

I did. And it was shocking to learn the truth.

O_O

Totally weirded out.

I told MrsPhoon love made me want to swing naked
from chandeliers. So we got this for my new room.Perfect.

it is about timelessness, not style or the latest trend.

Chapsombong, the ant that thought he could fly.




Today, I salute the women who moved across the continent, leaving their homeland, comfort zone and familiarities for the sake of love. *hats off*

Random-ness

Saturday night fever

Mini outside the club @ Milan

E@Salone Del Mobile

yonks ago in the backlane

Bert sighting

my lovelies, and zak hidden in the background

the boy who wouldn't stop talking has funny fingers. thank you for the chairs:D

Someone's private themed party- back to school!




digging thru forgotten part of the hard disc might find you some gems.

Pimping

Bombsquadron
*click*

Lose some, gain some.

Last night I received a call from a surprise visitor, who brought good news.

I waited anxiously for his arrival today.

It was good to see him again. But it was better to see what he brought along.

We exchanged hello pecks at the threshold of Mr&MrsPhoon's soon to be new home. 10 days worth of his adventure told, while I watched them unveil my new love.

My pre-house warming gift arrived.

The Eames Lounge I've been gagging to own.


Conveniently, I robbed one of his own Dedon Leaf, breaking the pair that's meant to be.

"Things shouldn't come in pairs." I said.

"In that case, you'll watch standing while I lie on MY one leaf, if you do visit." he answered.


I lay on my leaf at the balcony the whole afternoon, looking at the Eames Lounge through the window, thinking of what was meant to be, and slowly drifted into my lucid afternoon nap.

I dreamed of finding what was lost.

Life is not fair, so suck it in.

the good person dies and the bad lives.
the rich gets richer and poor gets poorer.
the diamond ring you love is lost and the costume jewelry stays forever.
you put in 101% effort yet fail while the slacker scores.
why?

because life is not fair.
and that's part of the deal.

i've just lost something i love most in my whole adult life.
i'm not sure where has it gone to.
i'm not sure will i ever find it back.

lost.
in less than 24 hrs.

utterly devastated.

oh well.
at least it got away from my man-handling.

hope i can find it back.
hope it'll find itself in better hands.
hope i can learn to let go. at least.


hope.

doesn't work.

And The Sale Continues

Lucky 13- The Giraffe Who Loves Bling
white gold plated with 13 micro-sized zircons
40cm (L) white gold plate chain

4 (no.) available
RM50+free local postage(normal snail mail)
registered post +RM5
international postage US$10 flat rate (registered post)

note: i didn't make em. they are imported.

Summer Cotton Blouse with Flower Appliqués

1 piece only

disclaimer: i'm not a domestic goddess. i can't iron for nuts and i don't trust my maid with new clothes.

100% cotton

measurements:
chest: 40" (adjustable to fit w/ tie strings)
waist: cinch to fit (stretch to 40" max)
blouse length: 21"
sleeve length: 7"


RM95+free local postage (registered post)
international postage US$10 flat rate

email: blackjettas@gmail.com

Jolly Good Sale

SOLD

Vintage Bell Sleeve Empire Waist Mini Dress

1 piece only

100% cotton

measurements:
chest: 34"
waist: cinch to fit (stretch to 34" max)
dress length: 31"
sleeve length: 22"

RM80+free local postage
international postage US$10 flat rate

email: blackjettas@gmail.com

blonde no more.

time flies when you're not noticing.

ed and i caught up at the attic tonight, where she sips on house white, while i sip on my glass of coke. it has been exactly 365 days since we made a ruckus in BKK.

oh how i miss those days.

the days when we battled monday blues with after hours in la bodega, extended our weekend with sunday sangria and board on flights blatantly drunk.

we relaxed on the balcony, catching up with girly stories, while the boys made themselves cozy in the corner. "our boys", as ed calls them.

J told us about his daughter animately instead of his wandering ways. K spoke about his wedding and honeymoon plan. T's still lost in the midst of his little Buddha-stage. SomeoneIforgothisname updated us with the latest property info. Ed was excited she's finally done with her pt-2, and her embarkation as a graduate architect. and i, somehow moved forward a baby step by stepping back and slowly settling down.

we all moved on. somehow.

we spoke of ExBoss. Who, in the first place is responsible of bringing us together. the days, and the nights we used to bury our heads in rolls of blueprints, cracking up some gung-ho solutions for that complex in town.

that was 6 years ago.

"babe, you seem to be more calm than last year." she smiled "you're settling in."

like a cue, the power tripped and the whole of bangsar blacked out.

in the moonlight, we watch the smoke swirls into thin air.



laughter, and the tears behind.

we all grow up. at some point.

the night we spoke of zouk's reinforced concrete. i loved my job.

Housewife is an ambition, no?

9 years ago, when I was still clad in the bright turquoise pinafore, we were asked to write an essay on our ambition.

Partly wanting to piss the teacher off, partly wanting to obtain a certain level of recognition for the housewives clan, I started my paragraph with

"A successful housewife is the world's greatest ambition a woman can achieve."

I yakked on how I've been dying to be the greatest housewife, supermum and the woman behind the success man and how there will be no "us" if there weren't housewives (which is almost true).

My teacher gave me a big *ham dan for wanting to be a housewife.

She refused to mark my paper. No ticks, no comments, no nothing but a single big 0. Where else everyone else who wanted to be a rocket scientist had a bloody distinction.

The answer I received when I asked her why didn't she mark my paper and what deserves that big fat 0 is a legendary, which resulted in me flipping over a desk and charging out of the classroom. Hence, my departure to Melbourne Girls Grammar.

she simply answered
"Housewife is not a legitimate ambition."


So I asked her
"Then what is a housewife?"

"Don't question me. Housewife is NOT an ambition, period."

"Are you ashame of the housewives?"

"I said stop it!"

"Why can't I be an ambitious housewife?"

"STOP"

"Aren't you a part-time housewife too?"

"Are you ashame of yourself?"

"How can you fail me, just because I want to be a housewife?"

"Why? Why?"

So off I went to the headmistress's room, who sighed when she saw me again.

"Apa bikin kali ni?"

"I told Pn. X I want to be a housewife. I wrote it in my essay. And she failed me....I questioned her, to which, she can't provide me with a satisfying answer..."

She took a deep breath and a long sigh, and off I went to the counseling room.

In my years in the district high school, I was taught never to question the authority, never to be creative when the essay was meant to be "creative writing", and to be ashame of yourself when an ambitious housewife is your life long dream.

My stint in Melbourne didn't last long either, simply because I couldn't stand the cold, and being away from home. I ended up almost home schooled, as I was a bum who couldn't get up at 6.30am, I have to question everything, and I like wearing my Adidas superstar beneath my baju kurung.

Plus, I cannot stand my discipline teacher telling me my mum didn't teach me well just because my hair's still wet from my morning shower, and not forgetting almost being killed by boredom because classes are too boring when they are too easy for you to understand.

I wonder, has our education system changed in the last 9 years? Or are they still giving out ham dan to girls who want to be housewives....

suppression is the root to a student's stupidity.


xx

Blackjettas for the Testosterone is out now! Stockist to be announced.

on a lighter note, Ed's back from London for a week. woohooo!!
my bimbotic blonde friend, oh how i miss you~

weekday morning

For 3 nights, I walked in the nuclear holocaust- in a post-apocalyptic blight of gray skies that drizzle ash, a world in which all matter of wildlife is extinct, starvation is not only prevalent but nearly all-encompassing, and marauding bands of cannibals roam the environment with pieces of human flesh stuck between their teeth.

My nightmares wrenches into a gray light where they don't vanish but become more vivid.

xx

I went thru my ledger to find myself officially financially fucked.

I bought new silver clay and burner for silver casting, materials and what not, extended my soon to expired ticket to NY, bought another ticket back to hometown and booked a trip down under for D's wedding.



What I've conveniently forgotten is:

I'm on my unpaid leave!

my dwindling balance is what i have left to eat. oh crap.

thank god i've put on 4kgs lately- my perfect fall back to withstand starvation which might be happening anytime soon.

xx

hallelujah i needn't to pay for my own tech needs.
thank you x company for sponsoring my kick ass new lappy.
instead of the VGN-SZ48GN/C, i've got a newer VGN-SZ483N/C
sweet.
i'm such a techy geek.

i had so much beef with the 1U's Sony Digital Image Lounge who mixed up my order the first time, then provided the wrong company name to be issued on the cheque the second time which resulted my embarrassment to request for the 3rd cheque to be issued by the account department for just this single lappy purchase...they must have thought i'm such retard.

just as i was about to take it as a sign to convert to a MAC, their store manager delivered the newer model to x company without even collecting the cheque(which wasn't ready then).

i think i could just swallow this chunk of beef, as soon as i can get my hands on the new toy.

hmm...

xx

after much procrastination, i got my ass around to collect press materials/imgs of Blackjettas Jewelries.

each the other's world entire

come home soon
















cis. its only for 24hrs. damn fail.

my 30 minutes adventure

it was one of the good day, so i asked D.A for a trip to the night market.

i was beaming like a happy kid, holding on to my bag of uncle bob's fried chicken, then i saw rows of little chocolate cupcakes top with strawberries!

:D

i resisted from staring left right and center at the colorful n bright surrounding, held on to my cupcake box carefully with both of my hands while watching each of my step because neither do i fancy a fall, nor want to hear D.A say "pupi, watch where you're walking please...don't be too distracted." or "i told you so, come on, walk properly."

i was so so so careful...

until this super-sized man came bumping into me through his shortcut T_T

my.

cupcake.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
died-ed la

and he didn't even say sorry

*sniff sniff*

R.I.P mr. pasar malam cupcake

monday's always filled with disappointment.
they got the wrong model for my lappy. i need to get the P.O and cheque re-issued, which will take another few days.

since i'm righting the wrong, might as well get a better one.
so i asked for a VGN-SZ48GN/C instead. I can't wait to test the speed of Core Intel® Core™2 Duo Processor T7200 with upgraded memory to 2 GB combined with the Windows Vista Business Edition OS.

Sunday sweetness

If I could ride a bike in KL without playing run-down-the-cyclist/pedestrian game with the motorists, I'd so love to have this

PUMA 8 speed Urban Mobility with Marukawa Kutani

saccharine sweetness! even the key plate's a gem. i'm such sucker for detailing. it'll such experience riding on Kutani's ceramic.

xx

this will be the first time i am looking forward for Monday to arrive. with my string of bad luck with lappy (stolen, washed up by wave etc), I thought I should just give up hope on them. but shoot me- I'm feeling the immobility just 2 months down the road.

so MrNiceDriver will be picking this up for me tomorrow

VGN-SZ44GN/B

I could kill to own the AR series. a good 17' HD display will be nice! but 3.5kg won't do for mobility purposes innit? plus, i'm learning to be more financial savvy with my current situation. EvilBro tried but failed to convert me to a mac user, which I should, but my bad habit kicked in- getting cozy in the comfort zone.

finally i can resume my lie-in position on my bed without having to crawl to my desktop when I need to check my mail.

xx

it became a ritual to have cupcake instead of macharoons on my gloomy unwell days since someone nice sent me a box of get-well-soon-cuppacake (mucho gracia!).

Mr & MrsPhoon came home last night to find me depressed and unwell. They didn't say much when I told them I didn't like how it feels to be missing out because I haven't been feeling on top of myself. Guess they didn't know how to react to the delayed teenage angst & depression of a girl who'll be a quarter century old living at home. While lunching at the cafe in their new hi-so apartment, they bought a sweetly pink cupcake for me (and an orange one for D.A O_O). To cheer me up, so they say.

this is just too much sweetness for a Sunday:)

MrsPhoon also promised to start baking again once we move to the new place, since her kitchen size will be doubling with proper shiny oven. honestly, I'm feeling a tad squirmy by the over-excitement of their new pad, where I'll have a bed-table on caster, black walled room and a custom made mahjong table!!! sweetness!

its not that bad to stay with parents afterall.......

xx


D.A literally shining on stage @ UV Nation in a BJxST tee :)

Firework goes prik-prak and bass goes doof-doof

I can hear the fireworks and bass from the music of the party not too far from my folk's.

Lying in bed, it suddenly felt like I was 10 again- sitting by the side of the field while I watch my classmates run amok in the field during P.E classes. Most of the time I'd only get to watch, and run around on good days. First it was the asthma I was born with, which didn't bother me as much and went away as I grew older, then it was the fainting spell that came when I was 10, which we did not discover the reason behind until the recent years.

Here I am, staring at the ticket while everyone else is at UV Nation. Hearing it and not being able to be there, especially when D.A's part of the gig sucks more than not being able to find your size in the last pair of Giuseppe you're so sure you've fallen in love with.

I feel like I've been missing out like those days when I only get to watch the fun everyone's having but not being able to be part of it, especially in the last 6 months when I haven't been feeling too great.

I can no longer pull late nights. I can no longer work like I used to. I can no longer shop for 10 hrs straight on. I can no longer leave D.A without worrying for me when I try to run amok like I did before.

I tried to attend Streething's swap&gawp @ Zouk today, to which I've left in 30 minutes because I was starting to feel fainty and had to lie down.

I came home to catch a nap, hoping to hop by for D.A's set but the blood rush wouldn't go away.

I had to waste the comp. ticket and bailed on him. (which is a blessing in disguise, so there is concentration instead of him scanning the crowd to make sure I'm fine or wasting time shooting worrying glances)

I had to lie in bed, listen to the firework and to wish to feel better in split second.

which, obviously did not happen.

*whine*whine*whine*

I should stop bitching n go to bed instead.

x

I'm glad to have you, who watches over me, spaces out completely without giving a damn that its damn obvious you don't care about what I love, totally ignores my lameness, eats ALL my junk food shamelessly, drools on me while asleep, puts up with my super unreasonable tantrums, pumps me with assurance that those puss filled pimples are NOT disgusting -_-, eats the last piece of dried mango in the pack without offering and wears something not to his liking but mine (ie. loud pink Graniph T)

D.A told me he changed into the BJ x STREEThing for his set in another 30 mins:)

Yes. I folded most of the tees today. MrsPhoon, who's been out of the household chore scene for too long tried to help but to no avail.

You're sized by cheap plastic animals/mammals/ fishes.

Gold fish, my favorite!

and the one and only smiling Dugong, which MrsPhoon pointed out it should be Moby Dick since dugong and whales are not from the same family.

Unconditional love

the day i took you home, you ate faiz's food and peed on guan's sofa.

then you developed the penchant for italian shoes and obtained a special skill in carpet art

you grew out of italian shoes and went for everything else.

I'll never forget how my heart wrenched when I came home to find my Jimmy's sole. You should've ate it all up. Who knows i might just end up forgetting about that pair like the others.

You shamelessly intruded my personal space, and "buat harta" my bed.

You warm up the bed for me in the cold winter nights. But I've never told you I secretly hate the little icy wet nose in those lonely nights.

You hop in joy and do your little welcome dance every single time I get home, even it was only a short 30 seconds garbage trip.



Sunday was family day. Just the both of us, lazing at the park or walking aimlessly on the beach.



When I made up my mind to move home, you were devastated.


I'm sorry I took away your rights to roam without leash.
I'm sorry there's no nice sandy beach a stone throw away.
I'm sorry to pluck you away from familiarities.
I'm sorry to make you go through culture shock.
I'm sorry you can't wear your favorite spiderman sweater anymore because malaysia's too darn warm.
I'm sorry there's no grass we can lie on without getting pricked, muddy, dusty, or perhaps, a fine for falling asleep in the park with an unleashed puppy. (that's if we're lucky for not being raped/robbed/or shot by MPPJ)
I'm sorry soon you'll have to live a secret life which involves us smuggling you in & out of the hi-so apartment that I've decided to move in with mum & dad.
I'm sorry to take you back to a country where you don't feel welcome for being over friendly and overspilling your unconditional love.

I know how it feels.
I still remember the day before we left.
You will not budge from my suitcase. It was as if you were protesting.
As if you knew that freedom will be lost.

It only took you a day. It took me a whole year to budge.

I neglected you by working too hard, an easy way out to numb the pain caused by the damnation of relationship.
I yell at you to throw my tantrums out of vent up anger from work and stress.
I no longer take you out for trips.
And family day does not exist anymore.

My heart aches when I see you getting way over excited whenever there's a chance to go out.
My heart aches when I see you standing like a little person on two legs to get a view of the outside world that you miss so much from the balcony.

I took everything away from you.

And yet, you love me unconditionally.

Blackjettas heart STREEThing.com

Blackjettas Royale will be launching its virginal collab t with Streething at Streething x Sole Obsession - Swap & Gawp @ Zouk, 9 June 2007. Go grab yourself one before its long gone. Limited quantity only.

I'm happy because you are happy that I'm happy

Amsterdam

thanks Wouter:D

x

I'm feeling better lately.
I've also put on some healthy weight, but I cheated with McD's.
I've been sleeping a lot, resisting to scratch or peel the scab of the healing wound.
I've also shaved half of my head.
I told D.A I look like Ray Soo ,he then never looked at me the same way again.
(no. don't ask me for picture, because the camera's not with me.)
I'm currently in the process of finding back what I've lost in the last 1.5 yr, which is myself.
And my face is literally oozing out puss due to hormone imbalance.
My skin problem is MAJOR and my month-long wait for the appointment with the infamous dermatologist/skin specialist is finally arriving this friday.

Choo Ee from STREEThing.com will be doing something nice for Blackjettas 3 days from now.

Thanks ya:)

Wei, ni hao?

I received a call from a private number today.

Who was speaking in a very obvious cina-mali accent. She claims to be from some marketing company from Hong Kong and asked me if I could spare a minute for some survey that could win me some big blings.

I asked her wtf she got my number from, she then said it was randomly generated by computer.

A friend once told me "If you're not lame, you're not game." So I decided to take his advice further(to be lamer than I already am) and agreed to answer her so called survey questions, which guaranteed to win some cash.

First of all, I'm smarter than I thought, second of all, I'm a mistress of all con anyway, only dumb nuts would fall for the cash trap and lose their entire saving to this kinda nonsense.

She proceeded with some normal Q&A, commented I sounded very young, and asked for my age. So I told her I'm 16.

And when she asked me am I a student I told her I'm a primary school drop out.
She then asked what do I do for a living, I said I work as a GRO in a karaoke.

She sounded a bit stun and she asked again,

"GRO? But you're only 16. Did you say GRO?"

So I replied

"Yup. GRO. I have no choice. Sometimes the clients take me out. You know...take me out. hur hur. I need to make a living. I have no parents and I have a blind grandma to take care of."

She went silent for a moment.

Then she said "Thank you for you time and I'm really sorry about your situation..."

and the line went dead. no more survey and no more guaranteed cash for return.

I might be a bimbo, but I 'm not a dumb cunt with my money, shopping is not counted, and neither is my 9k handbag.

The con artist got conned afterall.

x

this is for Bert and YK,


NY is not too far from SF. Shall we see the bushman sometime in august?

x
YC