Apparently, sitting in the toilet with a pen and paper in hand is actually very beneficial. How many brilliant creative ideas were magically woven from the confines of the toilet? What is it though about expelling fecal matter that aids in creativity? Is that how you spell it in the first place? Fecal that is. Or was it faeces. Or is that spelling wrong as well?
Anyway. My nose is beginning to peel and I saw this terribly pretty blue dress (although a little too short to my liking but hey, an incentive to get those legs worked and toned out) in Topshop. Somehow the prices for such apparel never fail to raise my eyebrows. I mean seriously. Had I the skill and the knowledge I could whip up the same thing for less. I mean considering that the price of the cloth made is maybe just a little under 20 bucks, I could earn a heck lot of money!
Speaking of which, maybe I should. But this entails asking the mother to teach me and the mother is not really what you consider the best of all tutors. She is a brilliant seamstress though (of course, considering that she spent close to 5 grand on a sewing machine) and majority of our Hari Raya clothes were all sewn by her. Until the family dilemma that is and then we just hired people to do it for us because everyone was too busy and caught in their own little drama.
I know I'm one hell of an impulsive person. Impulsive purchases and actions, which sometimes lands me in trouble. One justification (although I'm sure it screams IN DENIAL and EXCUSES) would be that hey, we only live life once and I'm only 21 (or whatever age I may have been at that point in time) once so let's just whack it!
Doesn't mean I don't regret a lot of things that I've done or wished that I could have done it and handled it in a different way but well. What's past is past and I can only cringe in either utter embarassment or disgust with myself. It is me afterall living with the consequences, not that it should matter nor affect anyone else.
This just in. I'm sharing a room with the other 2 girls from the company. Okla. I promise I won't be much of a hindrance and will wake up well before either do. Good image and all that shit. I hope I'll be able to get my lens by then. Will be bringing Illiriel along so you guys won't miss me much while I'm away! I'll be online yo! At least I hope they have internet connection there. Else it's gonna suck bad. Editor also mentioned something about investigative journalism. End of June, we're gonna be trying to save lives. Will update once I get more details regarding it. Do I really want people to fear me because of what I do? Guess sometimes you can't help it if it's a double-edged sword. Someone's gotta do, I'm just the foolish idiot who ignorantly signed up for it.
Right. Back to work, I'm beginning to like the second draft of the article even more. Let's just hope the editor likes it as well.
This isn't a game report. It's worth more than that.
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