Just got back from Villa Bali after a drink with butch senior and fellow friends.
Really nice atmosphere there. There’s lotsa little details put into the designing of the interior and landscape of the outdoor bar, but the music really really sucks. Why can’t they play some chillout music that put the guests at ease, instead of those “Bom Bom Bom Bom” pseudo techno kinda songs?
Really a mood killer.
This week is my first week of school after my month-long break. I’ve never felt so rejuvenated and eager to meet my classmates and learn.
Do you know, I have not touch my grading ruler/french ruler, much less draft any decent patterns for more than half a year?! I totally have no faith in my drafting and sewing skills; and that really put me off thinking bout my final year collection. In fact, I often have low morale bout myself as a designer, cause I know really little bout cutting and fitting. And I think my boss, Mdm E, saw that through me even though I tried to appear as confident as I can.
Anyway, my first sewing/production class in more half a year, was fun and engaging, even though with the same lecturer. I guess the new teaching system could really help people like me with short attention span to focus and learn.
After class, I went down for work today again at the office. I was trying to finish as much of the projects given to me within this week, cause I don’t wanna trot down anymore next week.
However, Mdm E had other plans in mind. First she asked if I was free for dinner, and I said yes - thinking that we’re just gonna have chicken rice together nearby or something. But she made me pack up by 630pm, and 3 of us including my butch senior, zoomed down to somewhere between Newton and Novena. All the while in the car, I was trying to conceal my clueless face.
Then we made way to this really cosy Italian restaurent with really expensive food, and we were joined by Mdm E’s 3 daughters and my butch senior’s girlfriend.
Turned out it was one of the daughter’s birthday, and I unwittingly got myself invited to a rather expensive Italian dinner. And after the very sinful and expensive dinner, I unwittingly got myself invited again to her apartment together with 1 and a half girls (erm, simply because I have no freaking idea where she can drop me off at that area).
So one night spent with 6 and a half woman/girls. Just another sign that my boss have a very yin-ish aura.
I realised I’m starting to dislike doing freelance designing. In fact, I abhorrrrr doing it. Sometimes I dread picking up the phone or replying the lady’s messages.
The projects, I don’t care about them enough to creating an aesthetic appeal nor do I enojy the work process - going to her very Yin-ish office after school or during sat (damn tired can?), working on the crap Freehand 10 that always hang on me, the email attachment etc etc. The pay is about the same as working in the retail floor part time, just that it’s more flexible, but very impromptu all the time.
I think I would seriously consider stop working part time for her, if not because I’m trying very hard to stop taking pocket money from my Mom (still not on talking terms) and learn to be more “financially independant” at my age.
It feels good to earn & spend your own money and not having to report and reason for your every purchase.
But, Zhuan qian zhen xin ku.
Days was crazy. Sales was slow, too darn freaking slow. Damn you tests. Body aching. I see you and you see me. And you too. Wish I knew your name. And where’s your darn office at?!
So tired lately.
I miss all of you. You you and you. And you.
But I don’t know if I wanna see you again. What’s there to say? Will you hurt me again…?
Yesterday, the fan blew my hair into a style very much like my primary 1 hairstyle. Boyish cut with side parting to the extreme left… people use to mistake me for a boy when I was a kid.
And I think, I’m almost ready to go out without a bandana. I’m so scared and apprehensive. I just gotta pretend I have naturally high forehead. I just gotta get over the fear. Get use to styling my hair every morning. Get use to everything I had forgotten for the past 1 year.
But first, I need to remove the tanline on my forehead now.
On Friday, my good friend and I meet up to go Arab Street for shopping. So in order for us to get to Arab Street, we gotta walk pass this football size Flea market heaven - Sungei Road. That place is like an ever-on-going GSS (Great Singapore Sales).
The Loot is all in this innocuous pine green OCBC bag I got for $5
