Thursday, December 30, 2004
77CLAN TURNS 1


december 2003: the start of our love affair.


december 2004: the same old people a year later. still in love. :)

the celebration of friendship took place at samar cafe, where it all first began. the second we met, we had instant chemistry and the rest, they say, is history. bloggers turned real-life kamchenghoes. yes, amidst all the unnecessary blogwars and cyberbitching around us. kismet, i say.

why 77clan? it's not something we conjured to sound elitist (or whatever other assumptions some bloggers may have about us). rather it was something we coined as a joke, since all of us *are* born in the same year. but somehow, somewhere, it became synonymous with us. and the name became a self-fulfilling prophecy when we discovered that we're all related by marriage. we're a real clan, how about that? all brought together for a reason.

december is also a super special month cos that's when project mmd (minah-minah december) is due! though originally devised on a larger scale (think theme:diva), we settled for a much quieter gathering at a cosy corner of our favourite cafe. i think the birthday girls didn't mind one bit. what more with the samar boys around. heh.



the annibirthsary was yet another memorable affair. hanabanana sums it all up very nicely.

:: rouge @ 8:41 pm :: ::


Tuesday, December 28, 2004
NEW YEAR RESOLUTION

bout of food poisoning is over. but i'm still feverish, with a sneezy cold to boot. *hingos meleleh* my immune system is really koyak, balls. maybe too much of staying at home.

this morning i was awakened by a much anticipated phonecall. i finally got my first interview! alhamdullilah. it's for an editorial position. i hope this is my big break.

my new year resolution? (besides gaining weight)

to be gainly employed.

wish me luck people. i need it. :)

:: rouge @ 1:52 pm :: ::


Saturday, December 25, 2004
XMAS PRESENTS

found this gem online. now i can finally indulge in my fetish from the comforts of my home. but not before i'm done with fielding's olivia joules and the overactive imagination. more bridget moments to savour. :)

and erm, i'm down with food poisoning. don't know what crap i ate. looks like i have to give all the 3 christmas weddings a miss. sorry guys.

:: rouge @ 5:18 pm :: ::


Thursday, December 23, 2004
WHEN FAMILIARITY BREEDS BABIES

my rimas-ation has been alleviated by the hubster's constant presence at home. he's clearing his leave and WILL be by my side until year end. lovely. we've been busy catching up with our dating life; making delightful, indulgent trips to the movies, bookshops, obscure eateries, furniture stores (ehem, strictly window-shopping) and even the friendly 7-eleven for an ice-cream cone or two. i like the pace of things now. we're free to stay in bed for as many hours as our lazy arses desire. some days i get up and get ready in five minutes (to hell with my super shiny blemished face), throw on a creased and seasoned t-shirt and cargo berms ensemble, slip on some slippers and bravely proceed to face the world with my hero in tow. hey, nothing matters when you have your man by your side (feminists of the world, feel free to disagree). but then again, there have been days where both the insecure and vanity bugs have decided to pay a visit, and so the order of the day becomes a "get-ready-until-irate-spouse-develops-a-throbbing-forehead-vein" ordeal. after numerous attempts at bargaining and mollification however, the hero would usually cut me some slack (hey the dolling up *is* for his benefit), and i'm allowed to pile on as much warpaint as i'd like and dress up to the nines even though it's just the vcd store we're going to. some days, i don't make sense, but when a girl wants to look/feel pretty, you'd better not get in her way.

my point is (really), deathly pale or overdusted with rouge (heh), i cherish spending time with the other half. these few days, with him free of workload, and me free of, erm, work, we're laughing more than usual, and break out in silly dances and hardly-seductive-gyrations more often than a working week would allow us. plus, baby-making can finally get into full gear. :)

i love december. even though i'm dead broke and desperately hankering for a brief bangkok shopping getaway, hanging out with dear hubby at home (and his glorious 6-in-1 pecs) is not at all bad. when we're not out in pursuit of idleness, we get to do the brad-and-jennifer thang, and confine our-rrrrandy-selves to a house arrest. but as to who gets to don the police outfit, i'm not telling. LOL

:: rouge @ 2:43 am :: ::


Friday, December 17, 2004
I'M UP TO HERE

i feel so rimas. rimas sitting at home. ouh, don't get me wrong, it's not that i don't enjoy being a lady of leisure, but i've reached my limit of hibernation. anymore r & r, and i'll probably get sucked into permanent hermitry, and wither into a brown and shrivelled antisocial recluse. one with no cpf balance. :S

oh when is that white-collar job going to run into my arms and embrace me like i'm platinum blond pammie with a new boob job? i don't ask for much... just the normal 9 to 5 labour hours. i don't need that fantastic job title, or an office overlooking the urban landscape. i just need to sit behind a table, with a stack of papers to clear, and phonecalls to man. see, after my first job, all prior ambitions to climb the corporate ladder have gone bust. now i just need that average-joe(jane?) job so that i can pursue my real ambition ~ becoming *my* own boss. yessireebob. methinks the hoarding of capital is crucial; you can't start a business without at least some capital baybeh! trust me to realize what i want to do with my life only *now* ~ post-firstjob. but but BUT, i have clear VISION and MISSION (that's the ex-civil servant talking) for my dream business and i believe that i'll do a damn good job with it. insya Allah.

now i just need that desk job.

:: rouge @ 9:58 am :: ::


Thursday, December 16, 2004
I'M FEELING THE BLUES

yeay! a spanking new template! i like the minimalistic look (well i have to like it cos it took me 6 freakin' kental hours to do)... but i've decided to make do without my tagboard cos the template simply doesn't allow it. so if you have anything to say to me, leave it in the comments box, hokay!

:: rouge @ 5:35 pm :: ::


Wednesday, December 15, 2004
WUNDERBAR WEEKEND



the weekend kicked off with yet another chickfest over at hotmama's. when the women get together - regardless of age bracket - the male of the species take a backseat. we venusians are a priceless lot. :)


remember her?


well, leggy miss h got hitched last weekend!

and a beautiful bride she was. all 5 foot 8 of her, with cheekbones to die for (i think they should join the ranks of jlo's famous insured derriere!). gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous. can't think of any other word. nikah picts can be found here, courtesy of phyzis.

wow. we're all finally settling down. no more capricious little girls in green pinafores hiding in the men's toilet. no more braless PE days. no more esprit escapades. definitely no more bus-stop flirting with the boys next door. :p

we are grown-up women with needy husbands. it's time to play masak-masak for real!

:: rouge @ 9:54 am :: ::


Friday, December 10, 2004
SIZISM: THE UNTOLD STORY

at hdb branch office 2 days ago...

hdb uncle: what bill you want to pay?
rouge: erm, my housing loan instalment.
hdb uncle: why, you don't use cpf is it?
rouge: i'm no longer working...

*hdb uncle stares hard at bill*

hdb uncle: you paying on whose behalf?
rouge: huh? (looks confused)
hdb uncle: this one your bill ah? (looks more confused)
rouge: (nods)
hdb uncle: you mean, this one your name ah? you owner ah?
rouge: abuhden?!
hdb uncle: (breaks into spasms of laughter)
rouge: err..heheheh... heh...

i get it lahhhh... aku tau aku ni kecik kelemots. macam budak primary school. tak payahlah nak ketawa kuat-kuat.

and i thought my problem only hovers around the NC-16 ratings. KNN betol.

it's killer stilettos the next time i see you, hdb uncle you.

:: rouge @ 11:51 am :: ::


Thursday, December 09, 2004
LAST KOPEK



the clan went raya visiting last sunday. the almost-complete clan, that is. one minah couldn't make it for the debut outing... so the sayang buah kepayang! tapi fun tetap fun. next year pakai kaler ape pulak ye?

and *someone* in the clan just turned 27 yesterday. someone who became more masochistic with age. someone who loves unnecessary pain. someone bald.

and that someone has approximately 3 more weeks till 2005. special year, aye? hurhurhur.

6 down, 1 more to go. project MMD beckons. lai lai, where are your lists, pompuans?

:: rouge @ 6:08 pm :: ::


Wednesday, December 01, 2004
CALL ME MRS JONED



the results show was phenomenal. HE was phenomenal. the reaction he got from us - the tampines st 45 cheerleaders - was as immediate as a sakit perot minom cuka, and as deafening as a mat scrambler's motorbike yang pakai exhaust pipe buloh.

hepinye tak terkata. walaupon 15 ketol terbang pasal mengesemes nomber '1' tiga puloh kali.

the adrenaline is still coursing through my veins. this is better than national day; better than malaysia cup.

here's to day one of my life as a groupie.

:: rouge @ 11:57 pm :: ::