Monthly Archives: August 2008

On Julia Rothman

Hai I’m back from bingeing on chicken rice balls, cendols and risottos. Okay, the last one’s a bit off but there is this really good Italian place near St. Paul’s Church called Bamboo Hut Bistro. I didn’t manage to try out the Satay Celup at Capitol Satay though, but I’ll definitely give it a try on the next trip.

So I duly return to my cubicle for more data entry.

*cues awkward silence*

To begin with, there is really nothing much I can talk about this job. So I’ll skip this and talk about Julia Rothman instead. 

Image taken from Julia Rothman official website

Julia Rothman is a New York based designer who makes and sells delightfully whimsical patterns. She has also illustrated for The New York Times, Associated Press, Urban Outfitters and a British children’s magazine called Anorak. Her work strangely reminds me of a friend’s drawing style when she illustrates with her trusty fountain pen, which is eventually finished off with Indian ink.

You can check out a review done by Design*Sponge on Julia or you can whiz right to her official website to browse on more of her works.


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And Off We Eat

Tomorrow I set off for the land of red building and chicken rice balls.


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My Second Part Time Stint

As some of you might know, I’m now working part time doing data entry at a multinational company that manufactures bearings.

I figured I needed to do SOMETHING with the amount of time I had in my hands and the best way to do something about it was to earn a little pocket money. RM8 an hour is not bad considering that all I need to do is to key in data in front of the computer. My last part time stint involved standing, smiling, folding clothes and punching numbers on the cash register for RM30 a day and it wasn’t really exhilarating. This one isn’t too, but at least I’m earning RM3 more for every hour I work. 😛

I arrived at the office building on Monday to be told that my superior had taken an MC and I had no further instructions but to set for home instead. (Menjalara – Sungai Buluh)2 = 20 km worth of petrol spent and I returned home without a penny earned! I would be lying if I said I wasn’t miffed. And to think that I drove 10km out and back! Through a bustling city and fast traffic with car drivers who don’t signal before they cut into my lane and cars tailing freakingly close to me just to petrify me. Okay la, even though I didn’t get to work but at least I tried driving out. Yayness.

On the second day, I was given a 130 page book and instructed to key in the current products price list. By noon, I was dying to get out already. Lunch time came and I was introduced to some of my colleagues who were friendly and down-to-earth. I tried joining in conversations that didn’t involve dealing with customers and account handling. I complimented a colleague’s Crocodile sequined sandals instead. Oh, and I found out that I can’t gain access to my email, YouTube, any gossip blogs, music sites and streaming videos because they’re all blocked. 😦 How can?! I can’t survive just with Excel! I’m starting to miss my old intern company. *sob*

I sustained a major papercut injury on the third day when I tried to flip open my 130 page price listing book. A papercut! In god knows how many years that I’ve been around sketch papers, art blocks and documents and now I get a papercut injury that wouldn’t stop bleeding! On my middle finger nonetheless. Now I get to flip off at people while moaning and showing off my poor injured finger.

Today’s the fourth day at work and I’ve been sensible enough to bring along a pen drive worth of songs to occupy myself while I go about this mundane business of punching letters and numbers on Microsoft Excel. So while I’m nodding my head off to Bixby Canyon Bridge I can still faintly hear my colleagues chattering away in a smattering of Hokkien and Cantonese in the background.

“Orh, ahn nee kuan mai chap siao ee lar. Lu baa lu fax guei ker.” (Oh, then don’t bother about him, You fax it over now.) Thank goodness I know the dialect, else I’m not sure how I’m going to fit in here.

Oh yeah, everybody loves Uncle Lim around here. They always holler to him affectionately from the other end of the office.

*By the way, I can’t online message in the office either. So pardon my absence from the online chat sphere.


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I Am Sixteen Going On Seventeen (Edit)

I’m feeling rough, I’m feeling raw
I’m in the prime of my life
Let’s make some music, make some money, find some models for wives
I’ll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars
You man the island and the cocain and the elegant cars

This is our decision, to live fast and die young
We’ve got the vision, now let’s have some fun
Yeah, it’s overwhelming, but what else can we do
Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute

Forget about our mothers and friends
We’re fated to pretend
We’re fated to pretend

I’ll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I’ll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I’ll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I’ll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone

But there’s really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew
The models will have children, we’ll get a divorce
We’ll find some more models, everything must run it’s course

We’ll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
We’re fated to pretend
Yeah yeah yeah

Time To Pretend by MGMT.

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Lesson One

Bring a flower stand for your graduation flower bouquets unless you want your arm to be sore the next day.

I was supposed to meet up with the gang today at Midvalley at noon but somehow I ended up reaching late at 1pm. And boy, I sure wasn’t the ONLY ONE LATE! The rest arrived two hours later. Figures.

So as I was riding the escalator up with Audrey to the top floor, I related to her about my very sore left arm. “Yesterday hold that bunch of flowers for so long now my arm damn sore wei!”

“EH YEALOR YEALOR! MY ARM DAMN SORE ALSO! The flowers so heavy man…” Cue laughing.

To which Justin, Aud’s boyfriend remarked that after that he was the one holding her flowers for her. Hello, that’s beside the point. Damage done already.

So I met up with all my old uni friends cramped at a table too small and chatted away at random nonsense. We talked about overprotective mothers, curfews and… rape incidents. O_O Funny that of so many things we chatted about today, those few issues were the ones that I can only remember!

Yeah so we were talking about us being daughters of overprotective mothers who wouldn’t let us go anywhere away from their sights and about coming home by 11pm. Oh, and botched overseas vacations. I almost wanted to tell them that when I was in Form 2 being a prefect, I was forbidden to join the prefect camp for two straight years. I was the ONLY prefect who didn’t get my parents’ permission and the ONLY prefect on the BOARD that failed to report in. I subsequently didn’t get to attend the prestigious high tea sessions too. Oh well, that stays in the past. I didn’t want to bring up my kiasu-ness at that time either. 😛

I guess every mother acts that way towards a daughter, sons don’t get that much mollycoddling. The daughters have to be home by midnight, inform mothers of who they are traveling with and secrets are not really secrets unless they’re kept in their own heads. Forget journals, diaries, blogs (if your mothers are tech-savvy) and smses. Mothers know exactly what is happening without having to ask the daughters about it. And when you least expect it, mothers will nonchalantly bring up an issue you have failed to inform them about and start asking questions. No more mamak lifestyles and late nights out because when you stay under their roof, you’re expected to comply to their set of rules. At least I think you get to keep your IC and driver’s license. 😛 Someone told me that he had to surrender his IC and even driver’s license at one time to his father until he was deemed at a suitable age.

Then again, mothers are just extremely worried for their daughters safety and wellbeing, what with all the news reports about rapes and snatch thefts everywhere. Women being raped in front of their boyfriends at night by robbers and being hospitalised or in coma for tripping when their handbags were snatched. Mothers aren’t wrong for being so concerned for their own daughters so even though it’s stifling to adhere to all their demands, it’s two things: It gives mothers a peace of mind knowing their daughters are alive and well and it instills a sense of discipline and caution in us daughters.

So until you’re earning a steady income and you can afford to move out, it’s best to just make them happy. After all, you’re living under her roof so you have to follow her rules. And as they say, mothers know best.

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