Lazy Daisy

#30: Driving Miss Daisy... Crazy

Here's my attempt at being non-lazy. (It's so hard to find the time to update this blog especially when I can think of a hundred other things I SHOULD be doing in real life instead of just gluing my face to the PC writing about... err... life. Plus, my reading list is getting longer by the minute - yes, I buy books faster than I can finish them. I blame Amazon and Fully-Booked. I hope I am nowhere close to being an obsessive compulsive shopper. That feature on Shopology in Discovery Channel the other night made me assess my buying habits seriously. Pink cards and red tags affect me. Yes, I am all-marketer, all-consumer. How ironic is that?

Anyway, since there seems to be no point anywhere in this blog, let me start pulling out my bullets. (Ask any business student/corporate rat. Bullets are our best friends.) And so here's the week in bullets:

> Watched a cheeseball teen flick with my good friend Cathy. Three good things about it:
1. Chad Michael Murray.
2. "Don't let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game" (Did I even quote that correctly?)
3. Mindlessly eating junkfood while watching!

> Stressed over my media presentation to this consultant from Fairbrother, London who has a reputation for including nasty comments about you in his report if he thinks you're not good enough.

> Received this wonderful assurance from the Lord that He will establish and protect me (Thanks to Charles Haddon Spurgeon's exhortation on the Cedars of Lebanon, Aug 12 entry, "Morning by Morning.")

> Had this 4-hour dinner with my awesome friend Elna. (I think girls can yak forever.)

> Interestingly got a text message from Cyrano de Bergerac after years(?) of silence.
"How are you dear stranger?" he asked and I remembered the time I used to answer messages like those with something silly like, "Sightseeing around Italy in my pajamas." When he texted, I was actually wolfing down a large slice of pizza and I'll actually be flying to Italy next month. Now all that's missing are my PJs.

> A more interesting thing: Got an email from this stranger I met at the airport in Bangkok last year. It just hit him that, hey, "I haven't been emailing Ms. Stardust for quite a while. Let me drop her a note and update her on life here at Tel Aviv." (Crazy idea: You think he'd be offended if I asked him if he had actually already seen buses blow up? You think he'll ask me if I've actually encountered real Abu Sayyaf members just to get back at me?)

> Scared the life out of my boss when I hid inside Global Cafe's dark restroom and jumped at her as she was stepping in. She screamed then her face lost all blood. I thought she was going to topple over. (Good thing she didn't because that would definitely appear in my next performance evaluation. And yes, in case you're wondering, I am admittedly just a kid in a powersuit.) She was pale until the following day.

> Aced the media presentation! (Praise God!) How does "Spectacular" sound? (This coming from a supposedly nasty Brit. Think Simon of American Idol). If it sounds as good to you as it does to me then that definitely calls for a "dance of joy!" Please set up the bonfire and get the drums beating while I look for my grass skirt and spear.

> Heard that our next Asian Regional Meeting might be in Maldives! (Grandezza! Cross your fingers with me, please.)

> Went shopping with my favorite shopping partner, Rachel. Ended up with a bag full of office supplies (legit stuff, okay? We didn't go shopping at our office's storage room. Haha.) and another bag full of not-really-necessary personal care stuff from Watsons. (Come on. We went in to do "trade check." Then we observed the influence of packaging and new SKUs on silly stressed out consumers with nothing better to do on a Friday night than shop. Conclusion: They end up leaving Watsons with a bag of not-so-necessary personal care stuff, hence packaging is key and new variant introductions work. Harhar.)

> Attended this full day teaching on the correlation between Worship and Service. The teaching really cuts to the heart. (The quality of your life worship and service is a function of your love for your God. If your service is lousy, then most likely, it's because you're not in love with God. Loving is different from being in love.) I'm still bleeding up to now. Bleeding but definitely blessed.

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That's it. It's late... I still have to wake up early tomorrow for our church service... plus, I need to try my new shower gel (part of the Watsons loot) before I hit the sack. Bubbles... fluffy pillows... cold room.... nice!


But oh, what a pointless blog. No theme. No realizations. Just a lazy rundown of events in the past. Darn. And to think my point in blogging tonight was to be non-lazy... Zzzzzzz...