For some weird reason, I can’t log into my old blog. It’s almost as if it found out that I had found a new one and was merajuk-ing. I’ve tried like 5 freaking times or something and it keeps telling me “Error.”

merajuk : to throw a tantrum

Wah. I just got back…well, actually, I got back a couple of hours ago, bummed around, watched some TV and then decided to blog…but anyway, the point being that I got back from a 3-hour window-shopping session and I feel so financially-challenged!!! I saw this absofreakinglutely gorgeous winter coat in Mango that I absolutely MUST HAVE. The only problem is that it costs freaking 400++ bucks (that’s slightly less than 60 quid). It’s way beyond anything I can afford – and the fact that I went shopping-crazy when I arrived home (due to the sudden price-drop since everything was in Ringgit!!!) and burned most of my summer cash does not help.

So anyway, I saw this stylish knee-length black coat hanging in Mango while waiting for Suelynn and Faez on Wednesday, actually. I fell in love with it, so today when I returned to Midvalley I couldn’t resist the temptation to sneak another peak. This time the coat seduced me to try it on …and that was the start of the mistake. Before this, I hadn’t even thought of getting it. It was just another cool item in the world of things-I-wish-I-had-money-for. Trying it on made me feel incredible! Not only did it fit, it fit so freaking well!!!! It was so flattering! Damnit. I looked 20x classier and my confidence level went up by about gazillion notches. I felt I could snag any guy that walked passed me with that coat – even if I had nothing but pyjamas on inside. Ok well, maybe not any guy, but the point being….I LOOKED SO GOOD. Darnit darnit darnit. I had fallen in love. Now there was no turning back. I started thinking of all the different ways I could save so that I’d manage this incredible out-of-budget expenditure.

Of course sanity got the better of me, in the end. So no, I didn’t get the freaking coat. But anybody who would like to donate to the Selina Sharmalar Solomon Fund is most welcome. It’s for a good cause: To increase the self-esteem of uni students. Well, one in particular.

But on a brighter note, Sinthi got me the most gorgeous pair of shoes today for my belated 21st. Previously, the aforementioned shoes were also in the world of things-I-wish-I-had-money-for. Thank God I have friends with money, eh? Damn. I’m such a shopaholic. I’m such a woman!!!!

Hello hello everyone!! FINALLY, I managed to get off my lazy arse and work on my blog. So how do you like the new look? How I wish I looked like the chic in the right upper corner man…

Anyway, since tweaking my blog has drained me of any intellectual energy, I’ll just give a short update on what’s been going on.

I’ve got a job as a research assistant. The hours are flexible, and my employer is pretty cool. I get to work from home, and when I feel like it I can pop into office and boss-around his secretary (or so he says.) Of course, I haven’t tried to do anything of that sort. I have been the good, submissive research assistant who is barely noticed.  Haha. My employer also asked me if I had ever thought of journalism as a profession instead of engineering. I didn’t know whether to take this as a compliment to my writing skills – or as an insult to my (hopefully) future profession ?

Besides that, I’ve been working on the MNite script. As expected, writing a whole drama is completely different from simple writing. A lot more challenging and I’m constantly running out of ideas to amuse the crowd. Thank goodness for Faez, Suelynn, Logan & Swen who have helped me brainstorm. I must admit, brainstorming really gets my adrenaline pumping and everytime after an MNite-brainstorming-session in Midvalley, I feel so inspired. I feel like fast-forwarding life to see what MNite will really be like. (Yes, I recently watched Click, hehe.) But this sizzling enthusiasm dies down quickly in the 20-minute drive home.

 Urm..besides that, funnily enough, I’m missing London. I actually miss having to work. I mean, work work. Proper intellectually-challenging use-your-mind-or-die-trying kinda work. Perhaps I am too much of a nurd after all.

Anyways, I think I’ll go watch some TV now. Ta-ta!