Episode 18 Part 2

Happy birthday DORY! (Okay, happy belated birthday. heh)
We celebrated Dory's 18 part 2, simply because 19 is a prime number and we all hate prime numbers. :)

This is DORY, one of the best things that have happened to me in life.
We've known each other for five years, but we've never been in the same class, ever. It's amazing how you meet people in all the funny situations life put you through.

So after a lovely dinner with the nicest bunch of strangers (ever friendly strings people, thank you for your presence), and after she laughed at my impeccable command of mandarin, the both of us took a lovely walk down to the usual bus stop.

Nothing much happened along the way, we passed the usual roadsigns, same shops for the S to the XXXXXXXXXXXXL sized, the occasional UFO sightings... But those aren't important. What's important was that I had an epiphany, and DORY caused it.

I'm going to un-hate the two people I've ever come close to hating.
[insert the 'nobody is born horrible' lecture, which I will ( at some point in time), get down to writing]
"Be nice, VALERIE. Be nice."
Gotta be nice. It's sort of like a birthday resolution for myself, except that I borrowed DORY's birthday for it. :P

Okay, don't make much sense here. My brain's all gunked up thanks to the many, many hours of intense practising and a hell lot more hours shopping for dresses and shoes while lugging a stupid violin case - I swear it weighs like 7 elephants - around town.

Grah.

LLIN: YOU OWE DORY A BIRTHDAY DATE.

"It was just another Sunday..."

It wasn't just another Sunday. It was the day I lugged a lousy SLR with lousier film around Singapore to shoot some newsworthy photos.
The photos are just so blah.
And to top it all off, I have a 300-word essay on the lives of foreign workers in Singapore to hand in nine hours later together with the un-happening photo.

grah.

On the sidenote, mmmm.. the live qc-show. The ultimate distraction.
brill, this is just what I need now. :)

But since you said goodbye, the polka-dots filled my eyes, but I don't know why.

It's the 500th post today, wanted to wait till the release of the pitch results but I guess it's gonna take a couple of centuries.
Life's been peachy. I slept for 22 hours the day after the pitch, and have been on my guitar and violin ever since :)

shoop, shoop, shoop delang, delang! :)

27 Days to Freedom.

Advert pitch in 36 hours (around there, can't be bothered to do the math). We are NOT going to screw up.
NOT GOING TO SCREW UP, YOU HEAR ME?

I'm exhausted, irritated, and pissed- no, feeling murderous.
The past few days were sucky. No time for sleep or anything else. Just the endless pile of work to complete and the constant morbid thoughts hoarding my brain.

I am sorting out this mess, but it's not going to work if it's just the few of us doing it.

I will murder people if we screw this up.