Alarm. Alarming. Alarmed.

I have trouble getting up for work every morning. I'm already using the most irritating MP3 (of the small list of songs) as my ring tone now. And still, my thumb and the snooze button is inseparable. Like Romeo & Juliet. Teh & tarik. Pop & corn. Coco & nut. You jump, I jump. You bunyi, I tekan.

I'll just sleep it off until later Father literally scream at me. "Late to work" is not in my dictionary. We are "always on time" regardless of what time we tag in. For the millionth times, I've stressed this out to him.
Unless, there's a meeting. Unless, there's a presentation. Then, I'm late.

If I'm not working, I don't really have much problem waking up.
Even if I had late outing the night before. Also depending if I'm meeting someone special that day. Or, I'll be going for a trip. Or, having fun, simply. I will be fully alert with just the first snooze. Most of the time.

It's. Just. Work.

Why lah?

I've tried different ways.

Bought an alarm clock. The cheap, pasar malam kind lah. As an extra alongside my phone. My thumb and fingers are too heavy for that. Now, it is just lying shyly at one corner. With batteries so dead, it's vomiting acid.

Changes the ring tone regularly. It works! Only for a while. Eventually the bond of the thumb and snooze gets stronger. Day by day. How many annoying songs do I need to save it in?

Tried putting the phone far, far away. Nah, I'll drop more dead for being pissed getting up to shut the alarm in the first place.

Maybe I've got too used to it. Maybe age is catching up. Sleeping early doesn't work either. Even if I have the privilege to do so. Sometimes I would wake up later and wondering why didn't the alarm went on? Eh? It did? I swear I couldn't hear it.

Phone calls work. Am I expecting something? Or someone? But I can't rely on calls all the time.

I'm still half awake when I reached work on Monday. Blues lah. So, I'm taking my sweet time to power up the Mac. Logged in my mail. Opened up my favourite bookmarks. Just when I was about have my first morning sip of the coffee...

"Birthmark. Birthmark? Birthmark!" Increasing ring is on.

Wow! I am so awake!

The worst thing you could hear in the morning is your suit calling out your name. Not just any suit, but
this suit. My guess, revisions again. Well, at least I've solved Monday's. Now... should I, or should I not record his voice as my ring tone?

But I prefer a peaceful wake...

How lah?


Yummies, kilos & self promo

I'm alive. And kicking. I think. Work had taken over much of my "other" free time. This thoughts-scribble is not dead, either. I do came in on an every-other-day basis. Going through of new posts from the blogs I stalked... er, sorry, followed.

Here's a quick recap.

Cindy's big day was on Saturday.

Took the Friday off.
Cheated the coming Monday. That's two unpaid leave. But it's worth while. Got to meet up with almost everyone. Yeah, the cousins. It's been so long. How much I've missed the younger days.

Cindy is very happy that night. So is everyone. There's smile, there's laughs, there's also tears. My slides got a few thumbs up. Thanks to
Cakap Melayu, and his designer. And of course, art direction and copywriting from yours truly. But I have to admit, the Chinese translation was much better. The structure. The choice of words. The whole feel of it. Zoky read it too, she's impressed. You can't really beat an experienced writer, eh? I salute you, Aunty K.

These photos are stolen from Bro. He's the photographer mah. If you are seeing this. Sorry ar, pinjam saja.

Canopy at Kek Lok Si. Art direction by me.

Sugarcane at the assam laksa stall. I think this is the only photo I shot.

The slots at Hard Rock Hotel.

Cindy. We had cupcakes for her day. This is hers.

I came back with 3 boxes of
Dau Sar Peang. One for Zoky. Two for the office. Must kasi social and networking sikit mah, right? I reported back to work and spammed everyone's mail with the yummies. And I can't miss this great opportunity of doing a little... self promo.

Let's just put it "being single and available" is ding-donging
in my mails.

The kilos? Nah, not going into details on
that few kgs I've put on.

A. Quick? Recap? Spoke too soon. And this is just a bit of it.

Be right back!