Little Dowager

Dear diary,

had lunch with dishy designer today. Food was much better than yesterday; wish I could eat him. Haha.

Just kidding.

Dishy designer and a fellow colleague, told me they’ll be leaving the company in two weeks’ time. No wonder they are so busy; mother goose keeps stuffing them with projects and projects. Machiam now got staffs, bu yong bai bu yong.

It seems like no one has ever stayed on long in this place, ‘cept for mother goose. With a goose around, how can ducklings survive?!

Okay, mother goose is out. Time to play game.

Still disappointed bout dishy designer leaving. Hope new designers are cute.

Tata for now!

Love, Bochup Intern

Dear diary,

First day at work - goddamn dull. Since 9:30am, I’ve been sitting in front of this computer. The freehand 10 keeps hanging on me; the photoshop has expired - I can’t use it. I guess I’ll have to install my own copy tomorrow.

When I was doing freelance work at Mdm E’s place, all the males who ever visited her office for work were too “feminine” for my taste. Either that or too old. Or too feminine. Or too sister-sister. She only have female staffs in her office, I suspect her feng shui is too yin. Even the man who turned up at her office are yin-ish. Sigh. If I work for her, how will I ever get to meet hard good guys?

Anyway, my current company is a balanced one. I am thankful we have a somewhat dishy looking designer guy in the house. I am sure he is not sister-sister. Its a bonus that he reminds me of a certain Mr. Designer. It also a bonus that he works on a huge-ass laptop. Oooh. So big.

okay. 4:30pm now. 1 and a half hours to go before I knock off. Peak traffic hours have never made me wanna go home so eagerly.

Love, LD

P/s: hope they don’t notice that I am typing away when I’m suppose to be clicking away.

Pp/s: need to learn cantonese.

I just woke up at 2030, after concussing for 16 hours. Just so tired. So so tired.

Tonight, I’m be revising (gosh, haven’t used this word for quite some time) my notes - gotta read up bout printings, characteristics of different fabrics, and other merchandising knowledge that I don’t have to showoff as a designer, but I ought to know.

I’m not afraid nor scared of tomorrow. I’m just worried that I may find the job boring and uninspiring, for I foresee myself sitting by the desk clicking away at something I don’t like, for someone I don’t bother about.

9 to 6. Monday to Friday. Such long hours, not free to do whatever I want.

Sometimes, a life as a designer is mulling over and over the same project, only to be faced with more changes and rejections.

1. Under the blah blah blah blah blah attendance requirement, it is stipulated that any student who fails to attain the minimum required attendance of 85% (including approved leave) for a subject is deemed to have failed the subject unless blah blah blah blah. 2. Our records showed that you have failed to maintain at least 85% attendance for the following subject: Constructed Textiles Design 3. You are therefore deemed to have failed the above subject in this semester.

Wah lao. Say earlier mah. Made me work so hard then tell me I won’t get any bananas.

Screwed up man (pun intended).

Anticipate more letters

I never thought I’d lived to see this day. I wanna thank my Father, my Mother, my brothers and sister, and everyone who supported me through this tough period. I love you all!

Yes. Finally, I submitted all my works by last Saturday and I’m as free as a bird now. Oops. Sorry, it’s not safe to be a bird anymore.

In the past, I tend to give up when things are nearing the end. I’m glad I mulled on till the very end, with hopes that I can scrap at least a pass, and evade debarrment and supp paper.

However, I have to admit, my work aren’t fantastic and I did give up on one subject. Many of us suffered the same fate too. But why?! Why do I always kena portfolio review?! Wah lao, this is my 3rd portfolio review already, you know?! Is it because I appear less sane than the rest that you need to “review” me more? Arrgh.

Anyway, my new computer (my precious~) finally arrived on Valentine’s day and I have many things waiting to be done. Like, 1. Tidy my room. 2. Plan and rearrange the furnitures in my room. (where should I place my makeup spot?!) 3. Install photoshop and illustrator on computer. 4. Bring up and install the scanner cum printer. 5. Transfer all my data on my old computer via my trusty 128mb thumbdrive. 6. Stash away all my old notes and discard all unnecessary papers/cardboards/stripes of fabrics. 7. Finish my polka dot bags. 8. Throw away some old clothes, magazines and CDs. 9. Tidy my portfolio

I think I shall begin with number 5 first. Cos I like number 5. hehe.

P/s: Heard my school is going to reform the teaching structure into something far more intense than what we already have… like, complete one subject by one month with no 2 months holiday in between each semester. Can’t they do that next year after I graduate?! Blah.

Pp/s: Am going neighbourhood gaigai-ing later organized by Catbury. We are always wow-ed by the cheap goodies she got from the neighbourhood that she is finally bringing us all to her shopping hunts tomorrow. Sometimes she’s just so cute lah. Haha.

Thanks to FortyCaliberNap for tagging me - it gives me a reason to blog despite being too busy and having no idea what to blog half the time.

Seven dreams before death: 7. Start a retail business selling bags, accessories and shoes. With a shop front, not just a push cart. 6. Churn out my collection 5. Grow back my hair and flick it at chu! 4. Bring mum out on a trip to wherever she wanna go 3. Maybe pop out a baby? 2. Maybe get married? 1. But first, I need to find the One

Seven things I can’t do in this lifetime: 7. Not be afraid of cockroaches, spiders and creepy crawlies 6. Stop thinking bout how to make money 5. Eat tasteless food 4. Spare a cockroach’s life 3. Be a nice, harmonious, loving person 2. Succumb to branding 1. Believe the God up above is Your God.

Seven things that attract me: 7. Guys with single eyelid and full lips, and a promise of a good night’s out. 6. Gold/gold looking things & vintage/art deco stuffs 5. I like gadgets; but can’t afford them. 4. Responsibility and consideration. 3. Nostalgia 2. Good Music 1. Chivalry. Unfortunately, it’s dead.

Seven things I say: 7. Where is my bus? 6. Shit, I missed my bus. 5. Bus very far, I lazy to run. 4. Where’s the busstop? 3. Which busstop to “stop” ah? 2. Wah. Finally! 1. Shit, where’s my EZ link?!?!

Seven books that I love: 7. Harry Potter book 1 by You-Know-Who 6. Harry Potter book 2 by You-Know-Who 5. Tuesdays with Morrie By Mitch Albom 4. Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice 3. The Vampire Lestat by Anne Rice 2. Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden 1. My big book of Astrology, haha.

Seven movies that I’ve loved: 7. The Pianist 6. King Kong 5. 40 Year Old Virgin 4. Cruel Intentions 3. Pulp Fiction 2. Kill Bill: vol.1 1. Unfortunately, I don’t love Memoirs of a Geisha enough. Nice kimonos though.

Seven tags: 7. Jaywalk… I know you are flying around, but you will still blog without fail. =) 6. Becca, how can I forget you? 5. Jeremyz, wanna do it? 4. Ningx… come out, come out wherever you are… hehe 3. Jayaxe, I no pretty girl but I still wanna tag you leh. 2. SP produce singing sensations, NYP produces (unfortunate) pornstar, NP produces blogger like ZheBin! (hmm, what have TP?) 1. Mr. Moron, hope your back gets better soon!

The other day I bought this gold-looking eyelash machine for $3.90. Nothing fantastic, the usual crimper with rubber that curls my lashes.

But the thing that really caught my eyes was the creative usage of english language on the back of the packaging. Lame Japanese-english cannot even compare to what was printed on this Made-in-China product packaging.

I left the image unedited for you to enjoy pure unadulterated hilarity.

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Everytime I feel alone I can blame it on you And I do You got me like a loaded gun Golden sun, and a sky so blue we both know that we want it but we both know you left me no choice You just bring me down So I’m counting the tears Till I get over you Michelle Branch - Till I get over you

If I had been in a bad mood today, I would have told Miss stupidly-in-love to fuck off and leave me outta her silly lovers-on-the-phone squabble.

But noooooo. I am nice girl, so I tiam tiam look away and appear uninterested.

If I had been in a bad mood today, I would told Miss stupidly-in-love to get her acts together, do her work and don’t mess with our group project.

But noooooo. I am nice girl, so I tiam tiam, did my stuff, ate my junks, and went home to nurse my toothache.

It’s just valentine day wat. So excited for wat?!

Anyway, Happy Valentine Day y’all.

Suckers.

I am not happy today.

Sometimes I wonder, would I be happier if I had taken a much slower and smoother path? Would I still be contented with my life and with what I can achieve? Will I regret?

Sometimes I feel I am all alone in the world. I maybe surrounded by people all the time, but…

Sometimes I wonder why friends lie to me. Why people lie to me. Why they all can’t be truthful to me. My friends… they all seemed so malicious.

Sometimes I wonder what lies behind your smiles and laughter. Sometimes I wonder are you the nice person you tried to make yourself out to be. Sometimes I wonder have I ever known the real Michelle when we were still friends.

Sometimes I wonder what will happen if I fuck-care everything I have now and just die. Would I still think the world revolves around the deadlines, grades and submissions?

Sometimes, I just wanna give up. Passion, like matchsticks… How long can they last while another burnout?

I do feel like a kancheong beaver at times. Sometimes I just absent-mindedly think out loud and mutter to myself, much to the amusement and confusion of my friends. But my anxieties are not uncalled for; with a schedule like mine, you’ll be a beaver too (but I’m still the cutest beaver).

Next Monday, I have to submit my final project for draping class. The weightage is 40% And I’m also only 40% there. Yet I don’t feel like I’m anywhere near to completion. What if I can’t finish?! Confirm supp paper terminal one!

Also on Monday, I’m having my french oral test with Mr. Cute French-but-reportedly-gay. Wah lao, wait I mutter like a gibbering german how?! Wait I blush like a lebanese how?!

Then on Thursday I have to hand in all my advanced CAD assignments (5-6 of them) that I have NEVER bothered hand in. I’m on the brink of debarrment (pontang too many times already) , which enroutes to supp paper terminal and Mr. Manicure is giving me one last chance to redeem myself. I cannot go supp paper terminal!

Also on Thursday, I have a group project submission which requires us to do up 3 wearable art costumes. At this point, we just laid our needle-poked hands on the materials, but we haven’t even begin on them. And I still owe Mr. Manicure my knitting assignment which I’m probably giving up on cause I can’t knit to save my life, and I simply do not have the time to learn now.

Then on friday I have a 2 report to hand in. One requires us to do sourcing on the net, and we need the goddamn samples. Wah lao, by the time they air-mail over, I guess I’m already shrivelled up like Nicole Ritchie liao.

Brokeback mountain? More like BroKENback mountain.

Back-breaking mountain load of work.