Tuesday, October 30, 2007


My girlfriends and I, we've been bitchin' - about work, about men, about life itself.

You're probably thinking, what do these couple of young farts know about life when they've only been on the face of this earth for 20-something years?

Maybe we don't. That's why in our desperation to find out more, we bitch about it. Of course, that's a close second after "actually living it".

So reality hit us hard. Like real hard? Wham-right-in-your-face- kinda hard.

We've come to realize that, by god - life sucks.

Thing is, I'm beginning to doubt that we're actually supposed to live life. I'm thinking it could be the other way round, you know, life actually fucking us around and pulling us on a dog leash?

So now I sound like some conspiracy theorist don't I? That our life is one gigantic propaganda, and ironically, no, God ain't the Master of Puppets. God knows who he is.

I mean, really, if we are supposed to live life... then how come I'm not lazing on some paradise beach under swaying palm trees, with bosa nova tunes in the background while I sip on frozen margaritas?


Tell me, dammit!

Posted by Doreen at 4:57 pm


Friday, October 26, 2007


My parents recently had their wills written.

During my recent trip back home, they told me about the contents of the will. "Everything is divided equally between the 4 of you," said dad.

A lump formed in my throat.

"For my will, you and mom are listed as the executors. For her's, we will both be the executors," added dad.

I tried hard to swallow.

They have been wanting to draw up their respective wills for a while now, and eventually got around doing it. Dad admitted his paranoia the last few times he travelled by plane, thinking about the will that was yet to be written.

"At least now I don't have to worry when I fly anymore! Domestic air travel within Indonesia scares me!" he admitted.

I dread thinking about that day when that document will have to be retrieved from the safe box at the bank. I dread thinking about the day when they will no longer be with us.

But. What I dread the most makes me feel almost guilty. I dread thinking of them gone because I am selfish.

Selfish because I don't want to have to deal with it - I wouldn't know where to start, or what I should be doing first. Selfish because I don't want to have to deal with that stress. Selfish because I am the eldest of four, and I know a lot will have to rest on my shoulders, the decision making and whatnot. Selfish because I cannot imagine what it will be like without them - where do I turn to for help and advice?

I wish they will be with us forever, and ever, and ever, and ever.....

I know.


Posted by Doreen at 11:07 am


Tuesday, October 23, 2007

in the middle

JS: Junior Staff
M: Me
B: Boss

B: In future, for any projects , please let Doreen have a look at it first before sending out for production.

JS: You mean I have to let her see everything?

M: -_-

B: Yes.

JS: What if she's not around? Do I have to wait?

B: Then I'll do the final check.

JS: Fine! Everything must report to Project Manager mah!

B: Yes.

JS: Whatever. I'll just follow instructions. OK?



Posted by Doreen at 6:27 pm


Friday, October 19, 2007


About 10 days ago, I had a huge zit growing somewhere under my lower lip, at the corner of the lower lip in fact.

It hurt a lot and so I couldn't pop it. The swelling subsided over the days, but the zit still remained. And it wasn't bright pink anymore. So I thought it was well on the road to recovery.

Then a couple of days ago, another zit started growing about 2mm away from the first. Fucking angry wei! Bloody hell, popping out like mushrooms only.

This one is gigantic son of a bitch, and I squealed like a wuss trying to pop it.

Now I have 2 of 'em. Both clearly visible from like a mile away.




Life sucks. Zits and all.

Posted by Doreen at 1:25 am


Wednesday, October 17, 2007


Something smells funny.

Oh wait.

I think it's coming from me.


I need a shower!

It's 11:00pm, and I'm still at the office.


Perfume anyone?

Posted by Doreen at 11:03 pm


Friday, October 12, 2007


Because we've been fighting so much, and arguing over the most trivial of matters, we sat down to draw up a list of commandments.

  1. Thou shall not jump to conclusions before hearing the other party out.

  2. Having said that, thou shall need to play both roles - to listen and to speak. However, both trying to speak at the same time is a perfect recipe for fury.
  3. Tough as it may be, thou shall not raise your voice. In this case, the level of volume is directly proportional to the intensity of the warfare.
  4. In the midst of heated anger, thou shall not threaten the other. Saying "Maybe we should call this off" when you don't mean it AT ALL causes disastrous consequences.

  5. Thou shall learn to appreciate the subtle acts of love.

  6. And never, ever take them for granted.
  7. Just like a hot plate, the heat eventually sizzles out. Thou shall then make the effort to create new experiences and/or excitment to prevent the relationship from going down the drain as a result of monotony or boredom.

  8. Thou shall make effort in giving suggestions, even for simple things like what's for dinner or which movie to watch. Do not say "You decide lah!" and then wrinkle your nose to show disapproval after the other has made a suggestion.

  9. Thou shall not sleep in the other room out of spite, especially after an argument. It only serves to make matters worse.

  10. Thou shall always seek to resolve a matter amicably. However, if an agreement cannot be made on a particular issue, the one with the vagina will win. ALWAYS.

Posted by Doreen at 12:56 pm


Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Fight Club

A couple who has been dating for a few years obviously know each other well enough.

Knowing your partner well could mean two things.

You know him / her well enough to know what they like to eat, the colour they like, their personality, their favourite spot on the couch, the whole works lah! So you make them really happy.


You can also make them really, really mad.

Like during a fight or an argument. You know what sends their blood boiling. You know what ticks their anger-meter. And you use it on them. Like the sarcasm he / she hates. Like the silent treatment. Like the roll over and sleep.

So, the moral of the story is... don't fight.


Posted by Doreen at 6:21 pm


Tuesday, October 02, 2007

elevator man

"There's no point in reading the papers these days".

There I was - juggling my oversized bag, packet of kopi ais and flipping through the papers in the elevator. There's only me and him in here - so he must be talking to me right?

I looked up at him and smiled, and genuinely wanted to hear him out, I asked him why.

"There seems to be this obsession with morbidity don't you think? And they expect people to read news like these everyday, and then be motivated and productive at work or with their lives?"

"I've thought about that too - too much sadness going on around us," said I.

He was an Indian man, in his late 40s I reckon. With a pair of square, black-rimmed specs. He was, oddly enough - holding a pair of black socks in his hands and began unrolling them apart. I noticed myself taking a step backwards, as though to protect my scared kopi ais from contamination.

"I don't read them anymore. Why be plagued with sorrows? We all need to be happy".

I nodded and continued looking (staring) at him.

The door opened and he stepped out, while turning back to smile and say "You have a good day!"

"I'll try to... (you know with reading the papers and all)! But you have a good one!" I hollered back at him.

Posted by Doreen at 9:37 am