Little Dowager

Bringing home work is an interesting concept, but it’s not suitable for everyday application.

The Boss just dropped me a project which finally made me sit up in my chair. Children wear illustrations - This is interesting! I haven’t done such illustrations before…

Unfortunately he wants it next Thursday, which effectively left me only 1.5 (or 2.5, depends) working day next week to work on it.

Crunch time baby! He might just fire my lazy ass if I don’t get it done well.

My boss just told me to make a sample of my design in my own size, for me to test out the functionality. Which sucks, because I don’t even wanna wear my own design.

It’s like asking the lamb to dress like a mutton duck or something.

Everytime I wrap my cheap and uselessly thin “Pashmina” shawl around my shoulder, I imagined I’m still in bed, wrapping my thin but warm blanket around my body. Head still nestled between my pillows, ignoring the morning alarms.

I haven’t had my solid cup of black coffee yet. I wanna sleep. So badly.

I’m very hungry too. Think I wanna have some hor fun for lunch later. Best if it’s beef hor fun. Steamy, hot and velvety smooth beef hor fun. YUM.

I wanna plug into my ipod but if I do, I won’t be able to hear my surrounding. Which means I can’t surf the net discreetly. Why don’t I get down to my work? Because there is no serious need to rush as the sample room is __.

God I’m so bored. Gawd I’m so bored. Oh my god, I’m so bored.

SMS from Friend reads: Hey bitches! Wanna meet up for dinner on Boxing day?! Can only meet later in the evening like.. 9 something… RESPONSE!

Self-though: TMD so late then sms. Think we all don’t have to work.

SMS back: Nah sorry girl, too late. Gotta work next day.

SMS from friend: Huh, I thought we could meet up and just talk… Earliest would be 730?

Self thought: roll my eyeballs you mean we meet up and listen to you talk right?!

SMS back: Nah really can’t another time please..

Where’s Santa’s lil’ reindog?, originally uploaded by hues by drey.

This is a little late.

Wish everyone who still read my humble blog, a very Merry Christmas.

Now run along and go compile your New Year Resolution for 2008. Better not make too many, lest you forget them in the course of twelve months.

- Little Dowager

Somethings can be easily attained, like a Moleskine or a vibrator pair of diamond solitaire studs. For other pricer toys like a point and shoot digicam or a new Longchamp, I have to work my own ass off for it.

This is the second part of my Christmas Wishlist, where I focus on the unattainable gifts I want for this year…

1) I want my Alopecia Areata to go away. 2) Better yet, give the world a cure for Alopecia Areata. 3) I want my Eczema to clear up. 4) Better yet, give the world a cure for Eczema. 5) A well-equipped and spacious working studio 6) If not, a much bigger room, with a custom-made drafting table. 7) A kitten The responsibility to properly raise anything. 8) A surpressed appetite. 9) If not, develop a much more refined and picky palate. 10) World Peace.

I’ve been quite the good kid this year, no?

Feng Shui Notebook, originally uploaded by His Majesty Andre (Myopia Pix).

6 months ago, my objective would be to find a good job that pays well so I can spend my paycheck on everything I wanted. Shoes, clothes, cosmetics, stuff on my hobby (sewing!), techy stuff, etc.

And I did. I got a job that pays me just slightly better than most of my peers. The people there are down-to-earth (albeit sometime annoying) and easy to get along with. Best of all, it’s rather near to my place, no OT or work on Saturdays and I don’t have to do any crap probation in retail.

Even though my work place is not situated in an exciting location in the city or in fact, close to any place where decent shopping happens, and I am sometimes horrified by the dreadful dress sense of some office workers… The unpretentious vibe is sometimes comforting and plus, I don’t have to battle the peak hour traffic just to get home.

I appreciates the comfort factor so much, I’m not sure if I have the guts to quit. I really kind of missed that “busy till I drop” moment, so crammed with informations and task I have to scribble everything down in my notebook lest I forget.

I hardly ever note down anything nowadays and for a scatterbrain like me, it shows a lot. Some days I feel so lost, sitting at my desk. I’m not sure what’s my purpose sitting here, if I’m on the right track to my future goals.

Plus I kept falling ill ever since I’m there. The Fengshui here must be really bad for me, man.

I absolutely do not understands why Singaporeans feel the need spend every single moment fiddling with their handphone.

They seems to have an endless stream of Smses coming in and going out. Occasionally the phone rings and they answer to a neverendingly dull conversation. More often than not, they click around the phone aimlessly, hopping from one menu to the other, deleting old Smses, filtering through their call history, looking at the pictures of their bitches pooches…

This is what I do before I sleep, because it’s so boring.

Annoying people are everywhere, but no one takes the cake like this particular colleague who uses her Skype as a very good reason to talk crap with whoever is on the other line.

It’s not even the volume that bothers me.

“Wo piack piack ni de pi gu ah! *hearty chortle*” “Wei! Se mo si?! Wei! Wei! WEI! Se mo?! Se mo?! Ah, wei se mo?!” “Ni zhe ge sha gua blah-blah-blah-blah…” Insert *hearty chortle* randomly. And speak in heavy Malaysian accent.

It drives me fucking nuts, to be aurally bombarded with such inane and childish exchange everyday. To put it succinctly in Hokkien, it is really “Kong Sai Wei” (Talk shit).

You can just imagine the hokkien expletives going off in my head when I hear her voice/hearty chortle.

“CB! On the phone again. Cio cio cio… Cio lan lah.”

I tend to lose focus and interest fairly quickly. Which bothers me, cos it probably means I don’t get my things done quickly - if at all.

Was supposed to do the tech specs for my designs but went back to the drawing board instead, just because I don’t enjoy working on tech specs.

Excel gives me migraine.

Bought an iPod, convinced that I would convert the back-logged drama series into the device, and then realized that I cannot be half-assed to even bother.

Got a new phone yesterday, excited uploaded new themes/tones/screen saver/games into it. By today, I’m already ignoring.

I can cut my dress pattern halfway and leave it on my table for 3 weeks until I assemble the sewing machine. Oh yes and speaking of it, I haven’t really sewn any thing worth boasting about. So far, only a 5-min knit ribbing iPod socks.

Clothes. I bought jeans and tops. It’s been a week, they still need hemming and ironing.

eBay. Was exciting and fun to bid and receive packages all the way from US. Until nothing really catches my eyes anymore.

People like me should be banned from having children.

Sometimes I wonder what’s my purpose in life. I used to have a dream 2 months ago - it seems ridiculous now since I’ve settled in “nicely” into my job.

God, I so hate myself.