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Tuesday, August 22, 2006
okie. work as been a total waste of time, both my study time n social life. i depend on msn to keep me alive each day. either im totally redundant n 'banished" to readin the magazines to give "productive" feedback, or im so blardy busy doin totally ridiculous n moronic stuff for a competition btw mags tt aims to break a certain spore record. this cant been mentioned here, for fear of the "judges" witnessing the real ugly truth here. lets juz say a lot of scamming, cheating, kissing, lipstick and sweat was involved. (ask me if u wana know!)
i act bummed into corrine, the editor for CLEO on e 1st day of work and she let me in thro e staff door. dint realize who she was at tt time, i juz found her strikingly familiar. workin with the management team of magazines tt i used to read seems surreal even up til nw. Like today, i was discussin w my incharges regardin events to do w chanel, subaru n other low profile brands.
it kinda seems unglam tt "prestigious" magazines like CLEO, WOMENS WEEKLY and HARPERS BAZAAR hav their office at possibly the oldest building in collyer quay. where the rackety lined-with-plastic-wrappers lifts take foreva to transport kancheong office workers, it is a huge irony to associate the image of the magazines with the office.
n if ur wondering, i did cal up the grp brand manager of SHISEIDO.(shiseido ZA Ettusais Whitia n few others r under e same label) I decided to cal her up but wasnt sure when n weirdly enuff when i reached my desk (the makeshift lousy one where everyone dumps their shit on) on mon, i act saw her name card(then one tt she forgot to give me when she left) on top of a stack of papers. i took it as a sign n called her immediately. she act rem me n wanted me to transfer internship to them. i dint thing it was sucha gd idea cause if im gonna remain in this industry n i dun wan a bad rep to my name. she ll arrange for an interview w me n we ll see how things go. hopefully work part time for her in oct apart from sch. n if she can wait. i ll start jan.
work n studyin for exams- takin their toll outta ven. n its onli e 3rd day! im so dead. man i need a life.
sori i sound incoherent, juz blardy drained. n my sat n sun are burned. some stupid event. great. *eye roll*
*continued* girl has been tryin to be less enthu when replyin or speakin to boy1. somethin has to be done before any hearts are broken or any signals are given wrongly. boy2 on the other hand. has been initiatin chats on msn with girl. but somehow no sms es nor outings has been initiated by him. its tiring for girl to try n decipher tots n actions. juz leave it up to the guy then. if a guy likes a girl he wil naturally know wat to do.
anw these itty bitty chapters unraveled here of the life of a certain someone i happen to know VERY well has to be terminated soon cause both boy 1 n 2 hav been found to have accessed this blog. (everybody say awww)
minahlian
- 8:47 PM
