Office Shenanigans (Day 3)
It’s been a pretty awesome 3 days of work & I’m having so much fun! :D I think I’m fitting in - I sure hope so!
We received some freebies from Inmagine today, a 2012 organizer/diary + pineapple tarts + 3D glasses! The diary had 3D graphics, hence the 3D glasses but my colleagues had other uses for it.
It ALL started when Mika told Jonathan that she’s seen a website with 3D naked girls! Hahaha! You can imagine the sexcitedness that ensued! :D
Tsk! Tsk! Slackers! :D
Then we celebrated Yee Leng’s & Amira’s birthday! It’s only my 3rd day here & we’ve celebrated 4 birthdays already. Heh, bye bye 2012 weight-loss resolution…
Ze birthday girls!
Okay I should really haul ass & get to work! My ONLY gripe about working here is the commute to and from work. SIGH. 2012 resolution = getacargetacargetacar!
Kthxbai!
Ash
I’m undergoing a lot of changes right now: moving house, a new job in a bigger ad firm, saving up for adulthood, etc. Bring it, 2012!
Cheers to 2011
Dear 2011,
You were an insane year. I started it off juggling modeling gigs & studies. Met new people, attended crazy-awesome parties, worked my ass off, said goodbye to friends, moved back to KL from Kampar, worked with amazing people, worked & partied even more. Got my face plastered in FHM Malaysia, Esquire & CLEO!
You’ve also made me realize that writing is and always be my passion. Re-ignited my love of creativity & art after years of science. (I still nerd out at LiveScience, by the way) Got out my dust-filled sketchbook & started sketching again.
Thanks for the mad emotional + mental rollercoaster, it’s helped me grow & look at things in various perspectives, and hopefully, a better writer. With all these changes, good + bad, I know who are my real friends and who aren’t.
It’s been a hell of a ride!
Ashleigh
It’s that time of the year again! Y’know when you go on a turkey binge! ;D
Merry Christmas!
Pop & Pose! (Advertorial)
Pop Phone Advertorial
I own a touch screen smart phone and what I find most irritating is that I have to clean its screen every time I use it for phone calls. Don’t you? I find that the dust and oil from my skin collects onto my poor phone’s screen (even with a screen protector) and goddammit it looks gross! :(
Or worse, you’re busy multi-tasking — talking on the phone while you rummage through your purse to pay at a cashier and you hear the sickening *crack* of your phone on the floor. Unfortunately, this has happened to me many times before :(
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Lenny Kravitz with his Pop Phone in black
James Bond (Daniel Craig) himself has a red Pop phone!
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If you could only drink one thing for a year and it couldn’t be water, what would you drink?
Guinness Stout =D Best drink in the world!
Do you believe in love at first sight?
Nope. Love doesn’t work that way.
What did the last text you received say?
“When you coming back to KL? It’s been a while” from my high school friend =)
I’ve had a crush on you for a while but I couldn’t admit it public. I even tattooed your name on my ass.
YOU WHAT?!?!??! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! OMG. You’re joking, right???
Hi Ashleigh. What’s biochemistry? Ciana
Biochemistry is about studying any bio-related chemistry processes. Like metabolism or enzymology. =)
I was wondering, do you miss your childhood?
Mostly yes, I miss the innocence and carefree part of it. What made you think of this question?
i can see you are keeping your short hair. ever miss to have long hair? :)
No. I don’t really like having long hair & the fuss that comes with it. My hair is very low maintenance, except that I just shave the sides every fortnight to a month. :)
I Have a Confession to Make
I’m a grammar Nazi. No mistake about it. I have checked through a certain list and I, shockingly am all of the above.
Yes, my friends and fellow countrymen/women, I fight poor English usage wherever I go. As awesomely heroic that sounds, I still have not come up with a name for my grammar Nazi alter ego.
Yet.
Anyway, I want to highlight the fact that most people don’t know/realize the difference between “salon” and “saloon”.
Once upon a time, there was a guy (let’s call him Goldilocks) who mistakenly went into a saloon instead of a hair salon. He then asked the staff for a different hair color. Mystified, the (presumably) bartender caved to his customer’s demands and proceeded to lighten Goldilock’s hair with whatever alcohols he had at his disposal.
Unfortunately, Goldilocks wasn’t pleased with the results and posted his complaint on the Internet. You may gaze at his luscious locks of lightened hair and read his AGONY at not having the desired hair color here:
http://winteaidols.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hate-uncertified-hair-saloon-ah-beng.html
Salon1. A shop where hairdressers and beauticians work
Saloon
1. A place where alcoholic drinks are sold & drunk; a tavern or pub
So, there you go. Just one extra ‘o’ makes all the difference in meaning. And er… hair color. If you ask me, Goldilocks was just asking for it. Still unconvinced? Another example then.
Lose and loose. Tricky ‘o’s, eh? Never fear - Ashleigh’s here!
Lose
1. Opposite of win
Loose
1. Opposite of tight
Comprendo, amigo?
For more magical and supercalifragilisticexpialidocious English grammar lessons, go here:
http://theoatmeal.com/comics/misspelling or http://theoatmeal.com/comics/apostrophe
*wears cape & flies off*
Ashleigh is quiet & shy
Hello earthlings!
Personally, I think that one might describe me as someone who is pretty outgoing, friendly blablabla. Everything but shy or quiet. Right? RIGHT?????
Anyway, someone commented on me being shy and how I have to overcome this problem if I were to be a successful banker/janitor/barista/PR guru/businesswoman/doctor/ gardener/fisherwoman/nurse/personal assistant/vampire.
To which I humbly nodded in return, smiled benignly and listened.
But inside…
I was boiling with anger and rage! HOW DARE HE???
Okay fine I wasn’t that pissed. Just pretty indignant that he’d made an assumption about me since his whole group of friends were speaking in *drumroll* CHINESE!!
It is a well-known fact that yours truly doesn’t speak/understand her supposed mother-tongue. Yes, so well-known that a country even made it into a national holiday, a day full of festivities. More festive than Mardi Gras, I swear on my firstborn.
But, I disgress.
You see, everytime somebody changes the flow of the conversation from English to some Chinese dialect, I stop paying attention. My eyes glaze over, my jaw slackens, I start to drool.
Inside, I’m enjoying a mental holiday where the initiator of the conversation in Chinese is dying a slow horrible death where he/she is either being mauled by a unicorn or a tiger with three heads or (if I’m feeling more realistic) getting hit by a bus.
I supposed I should get used to it by now, seeing how my years in a mainly Chinese-speaking community at my university has somewhat *deepened my understanding of Mandarin.
*disclaimer: About as deep as a kiddie pool.
So, no offense to you Chinese-speaking peeps out there, it’s all just in good fun. Especially the mauling-by-a-three-headed-tiger part.
Okay I couldn’t find a photo of a three-headed tiger so you guys just have to imagine it. Ain’t my fault Nature isn’t as imaginative as me. If you still can’t imagine it, may you be haunted with feelings of guilt and inadequacy.
Ciao!
Of Compliments & My Neuroses
So, some dude paid me a compliment which went along the lines of this:
“I really like you, you’re intelligent yet beautiful.”
Okay, so an average person may not read that much into it but the “yet” in the sentence bugs the hell outta me.
What, a girl can’t be intelligent AND beautiful? Is it so hard for men to accept that *gasp* there actually are a species of us beautiful women running around with brains?
To be honest, I’ve received many compliments. Most of them ranging from the common pretty to beautiful to the comments regarding my hairstyle. Which I receive with manners, grace and thanks, because that’s how I was raised.
Now, I’ve a bone to pick with you men: Can’t a woman be complimented on her looks AND BRAINS?
A word of the wise, if you guys really wanna stand out from the crowd of men; compliment your date or the girl that you’re interested in on her intelligence, or her wit or her excellent command of the Estonian and 9 other languages. Any self-respecting smart woman would not only be flattered, but intrigued at this man who is not intimidated by her intelligence.
Another way would be to indulge in some intelligent and witty banter. READ: Banter. NOT babble. It’s bad enough that society expects us women to titter appreciatively at the most indecent and inane jokes that men crack but most border on the ASININE. Really.
Me: What mixer would you like with your liquor?
Asinine asshole: Saliva *laughs like it’s the best joked cracked on the face of the earth*
Me: … *How the fuck am I supposed to process an answer to that moron’s request?* Fine, I’ll just use soda.
Asinine asshole: No no no! I want your saliva as a mixer! *laughs again*
Oh hilarity abounds.
Me: *horrified* YOU WANT ME TO SPIT INTO YOUR DRINK?!? WTF?
*walks away*
So, there you go, boys and girls. The best way to impress a girl is to crack the most moronic joke ever, then laugh uproariously. Ha ha ha.
Note: The above examples are not isolated cases. Therefore, it is safe to assume that mankind is pretty much doomed.
OKAY RANT OVER.
