I started planning my new year resolution 10 days before today.
I realised, every possibly resolution I make, sets me back to square one, and I keep telling myself, “No worry, I have the next next year to fix things up.”
When you know some ass you know, is doing direct sales in health and face product, and he text messages you “Hey, you know what is biomagnetic stuff?”…
I have one of the most fabulous christmas lunch prepared by my boss. She used to own a restaurant, but now she only cooks once a year - for the office christmas party.
She and her trusty friend cum personal chef prepared a spread - 3 different kinds of pasta, oxtail stew, the most heavenly smoked salmon, roast beef, stuffed turkey, salad, potato, fruitcake, fruit punch, and tons of alcohol.
Thank god I adhere to the office party rules by limiting my alcohol intake, because it is not cool getting sloshed out in the afternoon, in the office, and I might just make a fool of myself and scold Pricky for being such an asshole, he deserves no present this year.
God, I hate seeing him.
And I think he knows how much I secretly hate him too.
Enough of the hating. I wish everyone a merry christmas. And here is my favourite christmas song, for everyone who read through my nonsense for year 2006.
So much shit had fallen upon the designers, that I don’t think anyone feels motivated enough to keep working on our collection.
First there was the collaboration shocker.
Next there was the concept barrier.
Now we all have to face the apathetism of the ‘Biggest lady’ (whom I will now call her Ranch girl cos she’s so bloody Polo-Ralph-Lauren-love-me-some-horses, I mean, Equestrianic), who’s only concern is about models and money. Models and money.
She’s so apathetic about our FYP collection, I wish I have the guts to tell her to keep her negative energy away from all of us.
So there was a meeting with her today. So what?
It’s not like she have anything constructive to offer anyway.
To think that I would actually look forward to work now, more than school.
I have an old friend who ring me up once in a while to ask for help.
I almost always helped her, cos she’s the only one who understood me through my teenage angst period and also the only one whom I bothered to keep in touch with after getting out of secondary school.
3 years ago,“Hey can you help me with my portfolio? I have an interview with NAFA tomorrow.”
And so I stayed over that night and helped her sketch Audrey Hepburn on the floor.
One and a half month earlier,“Hello, are you free to help me paint something for halloween?”
This time I half-heartedly painted the hair of the Witch, and again, sketched the Lion on the floor.
Yesterday,“Hey can help me get the pills? I so desperately need them.”
If only you can hear how reluctant I was on the phone.
Darling, if I get 2 months worth of pills for you, how am I going to get my own 2 months of pills when I need them?
Someone seriously have to stop relying taking advantage of me in desperate moments, and someone seriously really have to stop being so kind to ungrateful friends.
Greatly motivated by my best bud who took the entire night to tidy up her room, I thought I should to - you know.. for a more conducive working-cum-sleeping-cum-stoning environment?
And so I tried to tidy my room, and the key word here is tried. And that explains the half-hearted attempt in clearing my room.
One big IKEA bag of old bags and clothes, a 5 kg stack of magazines dated back to 2003, and a kinokuniya bag worth of old school notes later, I gave up.
Is my house a vacuum, or is my house a vacuum? Cos everywhere I turn, there’s a layer of dust.
This can be a little harsh on a girl who doesn’t have much hair on her body - I kept sneezing.