stupid people

i have to admire the way some people run their businesses in this part of the world. the unwillingness to share, the unwillingness to help, the unwillingness to disclose any kind of freaking information. yeah right, i'm asking them to hand their business over to me, i'm asking them for a loan, i'm asking them to disclose their secret business formula. as if that even existed for them! ppfffttt!

stupid people. the bane of my agony. i regret putting web coding so high up in the list of causes of agony. it should be way far down. stupid selfish people deserves the best seat up there.

so i'm stuck for a bit, trying to make sure i get 100% cotton twill for my cushion covers, trying to look for durable cotton material for pillowcases. again, needle in a hay stack. with plenty of hay stacks and i have no freaking idea which 1 to go look in!

the bane of my agony

coding. what's up with this coding shit. sigh. things were much simpler with dreamweaver. more frequent communication problems between me and b. what i want seem to be impossible to execute, or so as i am told. this is getting impossible. i'm working around like finding a needle in a hay stack. panda eye rings and on verge of a heart seizure and brain bursting phenomena...

bye bye trace

Me & Trace
Originally uploaded by odditii.

off to switzerland for good, with her turkish swiss boyfriend, isn't that great?? i'll miss her stories, jokes, chatter, great shopping + eating company... visit soon!! *hugz*

my forest

what's so odd about odd forest. i don't get it, why they don't get it. i've always felt i belong somewhere else. arrgghh. many of my friends have said so for a long time. don't be too strange lynda, people here won't be so accepting of it. yah yah yah... lalallalalla... it's so annoying and frustrating.

so my little odd forest has given way to forestprints, and my tees are being sewn this very minute, so happy happy happy me! it took me so fucking long to find someone good to print my tees in limited quantities and still keeping it within my shoe-string budget. and then it took me so fucking long again to find someone good to sew my tees in limited quantities and still keeping it within my shoe-string budget. ppfffttttt....

superwoman

i may have been named after lynda carter, the actress of superwoman, but the real superwoman has got to be my mum. yadayadayada.. i know all mothers are superheroes... but i gotta insist that my mum is DA real thing

a petite woman with a strong head and firm mind. got married at age 23. pregnant with me soon after, unplanned as i learn later on, with the setting up of her first shop single-handedly, and managing it everyday of the week for 12 hours. and opening a second and third later on. while most of us are still whining about graduation or the start of working life at 23, she was already decently rich and succesful. that's just part one. anyone who has taken dinner at my home while my mum is back will know that she's a great cook, a good cleaner, a meticulous house keeper. i don't know many succesful career woman who are actually succesful good cooks and cleaners.

i can tell she's not very satisfied with the way i'm handling my life and career, if it's existent at all... how i'm going to fully support myself, and my parents, how i'm going to repay her the S$350 000 spent for my US college education.. arrrgghhh. i'm not a superwoman even though i'm and have been striving very hard to be one. her health has taken a beating lately, it's no wonder with all that workoholic stress she has been handling all these years, not forgetting the rich unhealthy diet.

we're jogging tomorrow morning at the park, so that's a good start :)

monkey humping hairy leg

MonkeyHumpingHairyLeg
Originally uploaded by odditii.

oooh yes..! hair! oooh...! uugghh...! aahhh...! yeah baby..

the big deal

birthdays are a big deal to many, including me. i had a nice little celebration, and then i want to forget all about it. i'm 25 for gawds sake, not 15. somehow this selective amnesia thing has worked for the last 2 years. great. birthdays should be forgettable from now on, at least until i'm 50, am comfortably rich, have been there done that, am kicking back by the pool in some posh mediterranean resort...