This'll be the last month, well, maybe most of next month too, that I'll be wearing contacts of different colours.
My money, no need to fly everywhere, start by cutting errant spending.

Speaking of errant spending, CHRISTMAS IS UPON US!
Time to buy stuff for people!

That 12 days of Christmas song can go suck it. What if you don't have a true love?
SUCK IT!
On the first day of Christmas my lover gave to me...
Absolutely nothing, the tosser.
hahahahahaha...

Oh and by the way,
It's SHARK WEEK.

On a more random note...

She is me and this is he.

Who is he?

I have no idea. 

All I know is that I want this.

Comic hail: Meredith Gran (Octopus Pie)

Ibanez BTB670 Bass.

...

...

NAK!

Holy shit I want to play bass. Cos bassisst do it deeper... hur hur hur...

HAHAHAH...

seriously, want!

and off it goes into the wishlist... hahaha...

Yesterday was a really, REALLY productive day and now I have a week to finish my BQ, which is another one day job, and the 3D renderings.

*stretch*

The perspectives that I'll be rendering: The room for both massage and bath, the room with bath only, the 2nd floor lounge, the disabled bathroom and the main entrance/cafe area.

I have fond Tulamben diving memories. Especially of the cute guy divers. *wiggles eyebrows*
6 more dives to do before I can go for my advance open water certification!
One dive trip per year, yes?
MAY LEE WHEN YOU WAN GET DIVING LICENSE?
I want to dive in Vietnam, Kongkong says it's nice.

Lunch is making me sleepy.
I need to cut the frizzy bits off my hair.
I need to do some 3D.
I need to be at work before 2.
I need to clean up some of the sheets and prepare the schedule for the submission and oral presentation.
I need to call the urut/lulur lady and make an appointment for the 20th.
I need to get impartial third party to pick names out of the hat for the Secret Santa.
I need to narrow down impartial third party.
Impartial third party would probably be my brother. Duh.
Secret Santa names will be out tonight, get your shopping ready.
I need to... figure out my theme for the Pre-Christmas Christmas Dinner.
I need to distribute candycanes to people who don't get a designated gift from me.
I need to go and BUY said candycanes...

I love December.

Today, I slog, and possibly not sleep... But I'll have naps.
WOOO!!! Adam's back on the 15th!
I think... it's journal entry day today... Soooo...

7AM:
Woke up to take a piss
Brushed teeth and all that
Hit the laptop because facebook is oh so important...
Turned on AutoCAD
Stared at assignment
Spoke to Jon after soooooo long over Skype.

8AM:
Finally started work?
No, still trolling the net.
Stare further into the abyss that is my assignment.
What shall I have for breakfast?
Mom interrupts to tell me she's making Mac'n'Cheese for dinner. Yum!
The hunger, it commeth.
Did some work, finished some sheets, finally.
Goes to kitchen to find food.
Breakfast. Crackers and tuna spread. Could use some cheese slices.
Hmmm... Jacob's crackers surprisingly tasty.
Continues working.
Reads article about Shahidan Kassim making a fuss about how he wants FB banned because of 'National Security' -- How about I shove his national security up his butthole? Fascist pig.

9AM:
Eats a cracker
Do some work
Plurk updated... twice.
Checks Twitter
Wonders why I lose interest in things so quickly.
Tangents into the internet again.
Work.
Thinks of Skyping Douchey. He is not online -- He never is because of his BBM. Baaargerrr...
Almost fell off chair while stretching.
Finished another sheet.

10AM:
Checked FB
Kaz is online, speaking to her about girly things men shouldn't know about.
Work.
Finds the Malay Language less stimulating.
Decides to stop hunting men until next year.
Listens to Lynard Skynard's Free Bird
Discusses the complexities of the characters in Daria.

11AM:
Work.
Finishes another sheet.
Starts on Sectional Elevations -- Finally. *sigh*
Psyches self up.
Damn. Floor and Wall coding isn't done yet.
Listened to Jon Cage's 4'33 masterpiece. Was a total wreck by the fourth minute and thirtysecond second. Amazing.
Work.

12PM:
Work.
So... tedious...
Another sheet done.
Resumes Sectional Elevation work... le sigh...
Some phrases, the more you read the more grammatically wrong it starts to sound.
Perhaps Wednesday night is for smokes?
Fesbuk... I check you.
Did dad pay the book guy yet?
He didn't... -_____- SORRY FAIZAL! Esok bank in duit!
Things in my head need to be sorted out.
Walked around the house to de-brain the stress?

1PM:
Half one, came back to elevations. ergh. Found Timesavers G to ID, referring to it now.
Eating Moussaka whiile working = Bliss.
OMAIGAWD SHE'S NAGGING NONSTOP!

2PM:
Meh...
I cannae escape this sinking feeling... It feels like... sinking. It's a goddamn sinking feeling, leave me alone!

3PM:
Watched one episode of Daria.
I hate doing the last few bits of the 2D CADs.
Watched random Youtube vid Neil Gaiman posted on his Twitterfeed.

4PM:
Still on the elevations. mainly because I got sidetracked for too long. 2 out of 4 done.
Remembered that I wanted to read Make Room! Make Room by Harry Harrison, I think I have it somewhere in my computer.

5PM:
Still not finished yet. About to flip table.
Ohmmmmmmmmmm...
Sick Sad World is the shit.
One more elevation to go and we can move on to detailing *shudders*...
Peppermint tea.

6PM:
Elevations are done! Take a breather and then detailing. it's 6:09 btw. Yeahhh...
Space out.
Does the sheets for the Elevations as a means to space out.
But momma, I don't wanna do detailing :(

7PM:
Have decided to resume working after dinner and a nice hot bath... or dinner, work then nice hot bath? Or just nice hot bath tomorrow? Showers just doesn't cut it anymore.
Dinner done. Slothing whilst figuring out how to arrange the detailing into at most 2 pages. Because I'm special like that.
Kaz passed me The Difference Between 'Cute' and 'Hot' and I read it and... nodded in agreement to be honest.

8PM:
I've been at the computer (sporadically meandering into the outside world) for more than 12 hours and that makes me sad.
Listening to The Kinks' You Really Got Me... Then on to Van Halen's version :O
See, I could have done all this in a day on ANOTHER day but I couldn't be arsed so I didn't.
I feel like YTF. May, min, Friday YTF jom...

9PM:
Listening to Incubus's I Miss You, live at Bakersville.
Doing Detailing and getting rather bored and stumped. I can't believe I've been at it for 12+ hours.
Incubus bender because I am bored and I can sing the songs without deathgrowls and pigsqueals.

Fugg dees sheet. Dah cukup tu update by the hour. Cam sial.
Eat shit and die.
No, I joke. I love you.
I really do.
See?
This is my love for you...
It's theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees big.
No? Whatevs.
I'm going back to work.

Del Amitri's Roll to Me is still music to my ears.

People, go bring your ears to the wash and make sure you get to that bit where it makes Rihanna and Beiber sound nice... Because, really, it doesn't.



So, yeah.

2 MORE WEEKS MAHFAKAAAAA!!!
10 days actually.

I think I have too many Arctic Monkeys songs in my musiclistenigapparatus.



There, some music just for you.

Jane Lane is talking in my head.

By the way, New Year's Eve is for Oyster Pahteh 2010/11?
No fireworks but it's gonna be fun
But, damn, I want fireworks. And oysters..
And someone to snog when the proverbial ball drops for the new year.
Damn.

UNIVERSE, WAI YOU NO GIVE ME SOMEONE TO SNOG?

Good Sunday, people.

I, like Firt, have pre-monday blues.
Also, I'm hungry.
I had a lovely time on Friday night (and most of the morning) with May and Ikhsan and Min and some others. It wasn't a totally bitchin party but it was good. Taboo at the end of the night made up for crappy drinking games that I would rather have not done.

Dad commented on riffraff boys that we shouldn't be dating.
I guess the prospective boyfriend/mate bar just got higher.
Damn.
If it's one thing I'd like is to be able to parade the male in front of my parents with pride which would prove to be a Herculean task.

I may or may not be damai-ing tonight. Might as well just bum around and work in the home library. I get work done there because my room is far too distracting.

I forgot who I had this conversation but it went something like...

Me:                       You know what I have a hankering for?
Other Person:        What?
Me:                       A really good Frittata...
Other Person:        Why don't you just call it a fucking omelette?
Me:                       Fine, I want a loaded fucking omelette.

By the way,

NEW SHORT UP ON

PROJECTARIES!

Sha, on why she hates office/desk jobs... Yes, even the glorified ones.

1. You sit all day.
2. You don't get enough water.
3. You're in a dry cold environment all day.
4. Food is unhealthy if you don't bring something from home and excessively expensive for something non nutritious and tastes like crap.
5. You can't eat when you want where you want.
6. Your time is constricted to working hours.
7. You're used and abused by your superiors who earn more than you yet do less work.
8. You get your soul sucked out of your body little by little every day.
9. You become fat, wrinkley, lethargic and pimpley.
10. You make up excuses to not go exercise because you're brain-dead from workplace drama and politics -- Oh, and work, too.
11. Lunch is an hour short.
12. You may or may not dislike your colleagues. Most of the time it's the case of the latter.
13. Your nights usually end at 11PM
14. Your youthful demeanour takes a turn for the worst and you start behaving like a cranky old lady/man.
15. You feel like snacking all the time.
16. Some people who use the restrooms either don't flush or they flood the whole place.
17. There's. Not. Enough. Spoons/Cups/etc...
18. People shirk duties after they find out you pick up their slack.
19. NOBODY owns up to their mistakes.
20. It feels like kindergarten but the prison version because everyone behaves like a bunch of five year olds.
21. Sometimes there's no work and other times work is flooding your space, mind, thoughts, dreams and you have to work overtime and often stay overnight.
22. Most clients are a bunch of self-righteous, self serving morons.
23. You lose your humanity in the monotony of Sleep-Eat-Work.
24. You can't play games at work when you're so saturated and you need a break.
25. No. Headphones. Sucky. Radio. Crap.
26. Irritable colleagues who are overworked.
27. When one person gets sick, everyone gets sick in succession.
28. No. More. Social. Life -- Well, less than before.

So there is an inconclusive list of why I wont be a 9to5er for too long. I'm going to damn well be on the right side of the cashflow quadrant.
After I finish with work, I'll finally be catching up on the reading list and going back to the usual exercise routines of physio/occu, stationary bikes and swimming sessions.
*Smiles*

It's great.
I know where I stand.
And sit, and lie.

2 weeks before my Internship ends,
3 weeks before the term ends,
4 weeks to the new year,
Hello, 2011, I can see you peeking around the corner!

Listening to Dire Strait's Money For Nothing because my brain doesn't work.
AutoCAD is on so I can start working. I don't feel like going out.
I blurcase.

Hanging out with Meers at Damai tomorrow with my laptop, some music and lots of work. Most of which I will have to finish today.
I can do this! I can!
I'm sorry, Wil, but I guess I won't be hanging out with you lot today.

Damn, I feel like an ice-cream sundae, a bath and a nap. Damn, you assignments, damn you...
*shakes fists towards heavens*

Diving at Sipadan in 5 years. I need to get my Advanced Diver's Cert by then.
Yay! 6 more dives before I can qualify.
One diving excursion per year for the next 4 years.

I don't think very highly when it comes to the sanctity of marriage but I am toying with the idea of a life-mate a'la domestic partnership.

I need new black leggings.
I dread packing for Melbourne.

The internet is being blasphemously slow.

I have a billion parts of the assignment to complete soooo...
Not going out (except with the parental units to a movie) starting Sunday.
Because I'm booked solid until then...

See, if I focused reaaaally hard I could finish all the 2D crap in a day.
But.
I.
Get.
Distracted.
Too.
Easily.

I need people to go do work with me at Damai. Seriously, the situation is getting dire. DIRE, I SAYS!
Okay, Sunday I'm parking my butt at Damai.

...

Ah feels so pohpularrr! tch.
Pre-Christmas Christmas Dinner on the 18th with my RSGC babes.

December, like The Bloke said, we have a love-hate relationship with.

The Fatherling made Prawn Aglio Olio last night and it was delicious! Finished off with the leftover Almond Bread & Butter Pudding eaten with a little bit of accidentally homemade Dulce de Leche and some whipping cream. Ah, bliss.
I win at desserts.

Kaz's BBQ tonight but I have no time to make Banoffee Pies so I'm not going to.
Work is at the forefront today, going to finish up the lighting points and M&E.
Plumbing, RCP, Coding and Sectional Elevations to be done tomorrow -- If I finish the Lighting and M&E early, this might get bumped up to today provided I don't have anything at the office to do.
Detailing, Codings, B&C, Mood & Material Boards and starting on the 3D over the weekend to be rendered throughout the next week while I'm at work.

3D spaces to render:
- Entrance
- Room 1 - Bath
- Room 2 - Massage
- Room 3 - Both
- Lounge looking towards the water feature and planter box
- Toilet

Once, everything is done, prepare the PP for week 11's oral presentation.
Ha-ha Oral. *Ken Sebben's voice*

Timetable for next week and the week after is done. Work. Le sigh.