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I was given false information! The lady at Tenchi's Vivocity said that there were like vacancies and stuff but nooooooooo, I called up the head office and they have no jobs available. SADNESS.
"After I met him, I thought it's not time to give up on my life yet."
Argh, I'm damn fucking pissed of with the whole NTU MUN thing. I didn't happen to go for the 11 Dec Public Briefing (fuck lah, Borders ruins my life) because of work and now I'm totally lost. No one has contacted me at all about the Press Corps even though I know that I'm in. I don't know which division I'm in or who's my Press Head. I contacted the Sec-Gen but just got directed to the Press Director who hasn't been replying my enquiries. There's supposed to be a Pre-Council meeting tomorrow and I'm not sure if I have to go because "I have to check with my Press Head'.
Seriously though, why can someone just be a bit proactive and just tell me the information I want instead of pushing me around to different people?! Now I'm not even sure if my registration fucked up and I'm not in the thing? I'm irritated and I don't even feel like going for the main event since I mean, what are the Heads doing? Why are they not contacting their writers/editors?
Tried calling again. :\ If no one calls back well.
My dad says to go and gatecrash the thing but hi it's all the way at Jurong. Just a little bit far don't you think? I don't want to go all the way to the other end of the country at 10am only to find out fuck, I'm not in the thing (then why did they fucking e-mail be back in December), or fuck I'm not supposed to be there.
MONDAY:
That's probably one of the most... compelling lines I've ever seen. It's short, it's sweet, but it holds so much more. The 'look here' acts as not only directing the character into listening, but also the reader to subconsciously divert all their attention to that line. Gosh.
Yes it's Monday. I went out on Saturday with Sim for a crazy fun time stuffing ourselves silly at Sakae Sushi's lunch buffet and then window shopping at "Hi there I earn more that 2.5k a month" shops. I love hanging out with Sim, and it apins me that I might not be able to go to Japan with her because of her mom. D: She's probably the only person who I want to go with, other than certain people including GMUFC. All 9 of us have been through years of sorrows and joys together, and even as we don't meet all that often, I'd like to believe that we still have that level of understanding that we used to have.
Window-shopping with Sim's always fun. We don't have the exact same tastes or likes, but it just goes. We have fun, we make horrible jokes and we laugh. I count her as one of my very best friends and this post is turning rather sentimental, haha.
Well yes, while hanging out with her and just about 1/2 an hour before work started, Leon called to ask about some webcomic thing which he wanted me to partake in.
That's that and he forgot to go online after I came back from work and uh yeah I'm not needed anymore because of the awesomeness of free stripcreators. So no doodles at the moment folks! 9_9
TUESDAY:
It's only Tuesday and I'm friggin' excited for alumni band this Saturday. I'm always going to keep Saturday nights free no matter what, even if that means having to work on Sunday or on awful days. I miss my one true love, my saxophone so much, that I'm willing to give up food and money for it. Seriously though, it might be too sentimental and whacked out for me to love an inanimate object so much but I feel like crying everytime I listen to instrumental music. There is that feeling of "fuck, I used to do that" and the surge of emotion when you know what your fellow musicians are feeling in producing that piece of music. I miss playing in the band, I miss being controlled and controlling the music that's in front of me. I miss my bandmates. Work has stripped me of most of these things I used to revel in, that I used to take pride in. It'd be a pity to give up something that I worked so hard to attained. Even Sir told me that I shouldn't give up playing - perhaps, just a consolatory piece of advice - but nevertheless, I was satiated. I was talented in some ways, I am still talented.
Above all, I enjoyed it.
Today's Wednesday. I just came back from dinner with Clare.
I don't know.
I'd like to believe that...
But I know I can't.
:D OH WELL. WORK TOMORROW. I shall go make happy love explosions with books.
I was given false information! The lady at Tenchi's Vivocity said that there were like vacancies and stuff but nooooooooo, I called up the head office and they have no jobs available. SADNESS.
"After I met him, I thought it's not time to give up on my life yet."
Argh, I'm damn fucking pissed of with the whole NTU MUN thing. I didn't happen to go for the 11 Dec Public Briefing (fuck lah, Borders ruins my life) because of work and now I'm totally lost. No one has contacted me at all about the Press Corps even though I know that I'm in. I don't know which division I'm in or who's my Press Head. I contacted the Sec-Gen but just got directed to the Press Director who hasn't been replying my enquiries. There's supposed to be a Pre-Council meeting tomorrow and I'm not sure if I have to go because "I have to check with my Press Head'.
Seriously though, why can someone just be a bit proactive and just tell me the information I want instead of pushing me around to different people?! Now I'm not even sure if my registration fucked up and I'm not in the thing? I'm irritated and I don't even feel like going for the main event since I mean, what are the Heads doing? Why are they not contacting their writers/editors?
Tried calling again. :\ If no one calls back well.
My dad says to go and gatecrash the thing but hi it's all the way at Jurong. Just a little bit far don't you think? I don't want to go all the way to the other end of the country at 10am only to find out fuck, I'm not in the thing (then why did they fucking e-mail be back in December), or fuck I'm not supposed to be there.
MONDAY:
Spring in Fialta - Vladimir Nabokov"Look here -- what if I love you?"
That's probably one of the most... compelling lines I've ever seen. It's short, it's sweet, but it holds so much more. The 'look here' acts as not only directing the character into listening, but also the reader to subconsciously divert all their attention to that line. Gosh.
Yes it's Monday. I went out on Saturday with Sim for a crazy fun time stuffing ourselves silly at Sakae Sushi's lunch buffet and then window shopping at "Hi there I earn more that 2.5k a month" shops. I love hanging out with Sim, and it apins me that I might not be able to go to Japan with her because of her mom. D: She's probably the only person who I want to go with, other than certain people including GMUFC. All 9 of us have been through years of sorrows and joys together, and even as we don't meet all that often, I'd like to believe that we still have that level of understanding that we used to have.
Window-shopping with Sim's always fun. We don't have the exact same tastes or likes, but it just goes. We have fun, we make horrible jokes and we laugh. I count her as one of my very best friends and this post is turning rather sentimental, haha.
Well yes, while hanging out with her and just about 1/2 an hour before work started, Leon called to ask about some webcomic thing which he wanted me to partake in.
That's that and he forgot to go online after I came back from work and uh yeah I'm not needed anymore because of the awesomeness of free stripcreators. So no doodles at the moment folks! 9_9
TUESDAY:
It's only Tuesday and I'm friggin' excited for alumni band this Saturday. I'm always going to keep Saturday nights free no matter what, even if that means having to work on Sunday or on awful days. I miss my one true love, my saxophone so much, that I'm willing to give up food and money for it. Seriously though, it might be too sentimental and whacked out for me to love an inanimate object so much but I feel like crying everytime I listen to instrumental music. There is that feeling of "fuck, I used to do that" and the surge of emotion when you know what your fellow musicians are feeling in producing that piece of music. I miss playing in the band, I miss being controlled and controlling the music that's in front of me. I miss my bandmates. Work has stripped me of most of these things I used to revel in, that I used to take pride in. It'd be a pity to give up something that I worked so hard to attained. Even Sir told me that I shouldn't give up playing - perhaps, just a consolatory piece of advice - but nevertheless, I was satiated. I was talented in some ways, I am still talented.
Above all, I enjoyed it.
Today's Wednesday. I just came back from dinner with Clare.
I don't know.
I'd like to believe that...
But I know I can't.
:D OH WELL. WORK TOMORROW. I shall go make happy love explosions with books.
