Little Dowager

Is it normal for me to come across 3 accidents in a week and still not tio beh bio?!

Of cos, I hope no one is too badly injured and they’re still able to go home and celebrate their what-ever new year.

Sometimes my colleagues catch me smiling to myself like an idiot to the computer. If only they know what I’m smiling about. I’m talking to a Jerry Yen look-a-like, motherfuckers!

On another thought, I really don’t like it when they stand over my shoulder and conveniently flip through my sketchbooks, research journals, swatch cards - in short, making conversations with me. And I somewhat dread lunch-in not because I have to eat oatmeal, but I can barely stand the cacklings of my fellow colleagues. I rather just eat at my desk, plug into the iPod and solve my sudoku in peace.

I don’t believe I’m an unfriendly/antisocial person, I just like quiet moment to myself sometimes. Still wondering if I should go for the annual staff dinner - it’ll wreck my new eating plan but if I opt out of it, will it paint me as an unlikeable/distant person to the boss? Afterall, he is the one who told me to "work my charm" to my advantage.

Some days I wished I still work at Outram - at least I have more photographic opportunities there.

Gotta sleep, lest I wake up late again tomorrow.

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 feel sorely inadequate today.

A lack of sleep coupled with a rainy morning, does not make for a good day to dress up. So I threw on a pair of black jeans (folded to the ankle), layered a loose dark brown long sleeve tee over a navy tank top. Slip on a pair of sneakers, carried my bag, off I go. I looked like a student on her way to the library (to sleep) instead of going to the office.

What a mistake.

Once I stepped into the bus and looked over to my usual spot at the back, I spotted him.

Damn. Did I just looked like shit today?!

I shouldn’t be noticing him at all. Especially when he looks like the jappie.

I guess I just have a crazy thing for lookalikes.

This is not a reminder; This is a Proclamation.

Some people wear a separate pair of shoes specially just in the office. It may be a fluffy slip on (always pink) or those faux cheap velvet slipper/thong. I have a pair of cheap army green rubber flip-flop I always wanted to bring into the office. Weeks went by, and I never did.

Instead I brought in a pair of leather slip-on mules from Rockport, that was terribly under-worn (because they are a hot coral pink). It can get a bit warm wearing it, but it’s still comfortable like hell. I think it is better that I wore this instead of flip-flops… Can’t let my boss see my unpedicured toes, can I?

Mike Rohde’s Custom Moleskine Planner, originally uploaded by Mike Rohde.

I’m very much a pen/pencil and paper kinda girl.

I’m usually too slow with technology to quickly note down something I just thought of. Besides, somethings as fleeting as inspiration, just can’t be captured in words or by camera as easily. So I draw. I draw a dress I just saw on the street. I draw a silhouette of a person who just alight from the bus. If it goes by too fast, I try to remember 3 things about it and note it down nonetheless.

A drawing pad that went through a lot with me, recently fell apart. The spine disintegrated, and my paper scattered through the front and back. The last week I took it out to a Cotton Inc seminar, it was threatening to spill my doodling out for the world to see. And the world there were full of designers and fashion insiders. I wasn’t sure where I stood in that crowd, but I tried my best to look the part.

I’ve always wanted to get a moleskine, but could never bring myself to splash the cash. Everytime I go notebook shopping, I skip the moleskine on purpose, cos I tell myself it’s too insane to spend $30+ on a note book. So I walk over to Muji instead. The second time, I walk away with a thick gridded lookalike from Paperchase; one that sets me back $10 only. It is a bit too tiny to sketch on it though.

So do I really need the Moleskine? Honestly I don’t, but I want it. It makes everything you draw or write, just a little bit more special. Who doesn’t want to feel special?

…when you pull out the a men shirt sample from the client, admire the lovely khaki twill and chest pockets… and loudly declare it to be “so safari-chic!”, even when the safari look isn’t in for this fall and last summer.

Then you half-laugh half-walk into the changing room, put on the shirt and show off your amused colleagues, on how unflattering those pockets looks on busty girls.

Almost wanted to keep the shirt, but alas, it did nothing for my figure lah.

2 glass of Red wine

1 glass of Sparkling wine

1 flute of Moet et Chandon

1 Hoegaarden

1 italian after dinner liquor (dunno call what lah)

I’m surprised I can still make it to Clark Quay and back.

Thank god I didn’t say anything embarrassing in front everyone from the Office, but why do I always get so flushed?!