"You're wishin' too much, baby. You gotta stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone oughta be.”
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back from the hill & knowlton media party. whoo. tired. and it was kind of awkward for me because i didn't have any namecards to give out. but it was cool man! hehe. loved the theme.

you got me into this fix.

it all started with you.

urgh.


another fulfilling day at work. ahaha yeah right.

thankfully my documents were safe and sound, i literally heaved a sigh of relief when i saw them. got more stuff to do today. basically i'm still working on the lists for the next upcoming events, but besides that, i'm getting to do some journalism as well because their department is short of hand. so i'm calling people up to do interviews, and sam and i are working together to collect preliminary findings for an article on tourism.

the guy in my company who was rude to me the other day when i was calling him to pass a message finally apologised. so there is justice in the world afterall. muahaha.

haha i was just wondering who on earth can be bothered to read my blog nowadays because it's always aout work, work, work. oh well.

this evening i went on a desperate search for my outfit for wednesday. i only had time for wisma and even though i scoured it from top to bottom i still could not find anything appropriate! chinois chic is out of season, that's why. luckily good ol' marie is there to lend me her cheongsam. i hope she can find it!


damn. i wished i had followed the others, been a little more prudent and sent the document to my email. cos if it's gone on monday and i have to make those sickening calls and listen to the rude rejections again, i'm seriously gonna scream the roof off.


"these are the times you remember until you die, these ordinary, unplanned, astonishing, joyful things, these spur-of-the-moment, unexpected things. you remember every word, every gesture, the colour of the tablecloth in the restaurant and the smell of the liquid soap in the cloakroom, so that for the rest of your life, when you smell it again, you are there and you are the person you were, on that day, at that time, thinking what you thought, feeling as you did.

these are the times."

- susan hill, the various haunts of men


i'm so tired. and it's only my second day at work.

i don't dare specify too much in case i get sued(haha!) but basically, my company is giving out a couple of awards to banks and such, so what i did today, to put in a very simplified way, was to prepare the judging sheet, after sorting out the nominations yesterday.

tomorrow we're working on another event whereby i will get to call the companies to invite them. yay finally something more like what i expected.

of course i still find myself thinking about my old company. though i complained on and on about it, now that i'm not working there anymore, i start to appreciate my time there, how everything was so predictable and thus, safe. that's always my problem you know, i can never ever cherish something which i still have. i think it's more like a habit because i can't break it.

today i got kind of told off for the most ridiculous thing, in my opinion - helping to take down a phone message. this lady called for my boss and he wasn't there so i offered to take the message down, and pass it to him. after a while he called for everyone's attention and said he didn't want us to take down any messages for him because he's not gonna call back and can you imagine how many messages he would get per day etc etc. at least he said it in a general way to everyone to save me the embarrassment but i was still pretty urgh-ed. like this is what i get for being helpful?!

i wonder what his reaction will be when i show up in jeans tomorrow. my colleagues said it's alright but i don't really trust them anymore seeing that they were the ones who told me to take down a message for the boss. haha. oh well.

was also forced to revert back to my childhood name because my company is a tiny multi-national company and they can't pronounce my chinese name. it'll take me some time getting used to it again.

no one ever tells you that forever feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head.

well i guess that's all for today.


for a moment there i couldn't remember if i was 18 or 19 years old. oh no! i think the fever's got to my head :(