between you, me and the lamp post

I basically had a crap beginning to the day. I seriously need to loosen my tongue because I have questions to ask, questions that need to be answered and put into the magazine, but I'm too much of a wuss to even lift my hand during press conferences. Lin Lin, this cannot do. You need to be braver and have thicker skin. Then perhaps, the others will start to respect you.

It's a dirty line, a dirty world and to get to the top, you gotta start playing dirty too.

This is what the real world is like. Dog eat dog, man fight man. Like war, like the Spartans. But Spartans are elite and have hot bodies and that's just besides the point. Now I have an uneven tanline thanks to the polo tee I wore. Should have just bothered with a tank top then at least it wouldn't have been so bad. The photographer was nice enough to give me a lift back to the MRT station. Physics teacher with a passion for cameras, photography and formula 1 racing. Hahaha. I like some of the shots he took, they're really crisp and clear and OMG Nick Dougherty is cute la!

Anyway, my night ended off really sweet and well. :) Thank you. I slept all the way from Tanah Merah to Queenstown (we have a new song!!!) and when I woke up the guys who were sitting beside me tried to strike up a conversation. I didn't mention that when I sat down in the train and they plonked themselves beside me, they reeked of alcohol. Beer. And they definitely didn't sound local. *shrugs*

This is just a rough replay of how the conversation went. I can't remember much because I was pretty much drowsy and grogged up from sleep.

Stranger: You going home?
Me: Yeah.
Stranger: Are you Singaporean?
Me: Yeah.
Stranger: What do you work as?
Me: Reporter.
Stranger: You think I am Singaporean?
Me: Err, don't know.
Stranger: Where is your house?
Me: Queenstown.
Stranger: You can still sleep, I call you when your stop arrives.
Me: Err no thanks, it's my stop already.

And the MRT was HOT! As in was the air-con dead or something? Ergh, it intensified the stench of alcohol and drove me nuts. Had to use the press release to fan myself to remain sane. Thank god for mp3players and music and being so friggin exhausted that I conked out the whole length of the journey. Talk about weird la. Why do I keep attracting weirdos? Seriously? No offence to Mister Gamer. Not you la. As in these random people I actually see, literally.

I was quite worried that I wasn't cut out for this job. I didn't know what to write, I didn't know what to ask and I didn't know how to approach the people I should be talking to. When he said it was a steep learning curve, it was. If I was braver, if I had more courage, if I had thicker skin; I would have been acing every article I was slated to write. As it stands now, I'm just worried that my editor wil be disappointed because he saw something in me. Some potential skill and talent that was just waiting to be harnessed and chanelled.

Sigh.

Ho well. Tomorrow I'll figure out something. Tomorrow I'll head down to catch Marchtwelve after work. Rush down because their set is at 1830hours. Have a good smoke, with good music and good food totalled with good company. What more can I ask for to end my day with? :)

Can't wait for Neverwhere to jam again. This time, where we can hear ourselves clearly. Incubus is beginning to sneak itself up into my songwriting. Brandon Boyd, you have no idea how much I admire and idolise you. Erm, but not in a psychotically stalkerish way of course. :D

And here's a nice pic of Nick for you.


Damn cute right?!?!?!?!?!