nothing in this world

A bunch of things we have all learnt from each other over the course of the past four days on Sentosa.

1. That the whole company more or less knows that I smoke.
2. That I know my editor smokes, occasionally.
3. Cameras make for good topic of conversations.
4. You can never and shouldn't even ever, judge a person by the cover of their book.
5. Not all athletes are friendly, the foreign kind at least.
6. Not all local athletes are friendly either (too damn atas if you ask me).
7. The Philippine babes who weren't even born there are damn fucking hawt.
8. Jimmy, the photographer, is cool.
9. This event has reaffirmed my dream and desire to join a PR company that manages sport events.

Yup. I wouldn't say that I'm burnt or baked or anything. Toasted, lightly, with a dusting of freckles and blemishes thanks to our sun. Note sarcasm. Everyone else save for the Art Director and me is at Sentosa packing up the stuff. I'm supposed to be doing work but I think I need coffee because I'm still pretty much tired.

Won't say exhausted. The team over at the beach is way way way more exhausted than I am. I truly salute them, for the amount of work and effort put in from start to finish.

Now I shall start reading Marketing books. I am the Product. I need to Market myself. I need to Sell myself to my Client.

Perhaps, in some sick twisted part, I just need to prove that I can be better than all of this. And that all of this is just what a mediocre and terribly shy girl is capable of.








To be gregarious, outspoken and not give a shit about what people think. To be assertive, demanding, confident. I need to start getting better at the things I do. I need to be fucking awesome.

Ahh yes. I think I need to drink soon.