-my level of expertise at writing is still not at what i wish for it to be. i wish i had more vocabulary, more knowledge of what’s going around the world, and that i can write in a smarter, less lifestyle-ish kind of way.
i guess it’ll do me good now that i’ve nearly finished all of stephen king’s books. at least i can be motivated to move on to reading non-fiction. (gasp!)
- i like being occupied constantly with work. not the kind of "i need a 1000-word article by the end of today" kind of work, but the "i need three articles in a week’s time" kind of work. work that gives me time to prepare for it.
then again, which publishing house practises that? aiyoh eileen, how to be journalist like that?
- now that i’m hitting the grand age of 20, i’m looking back at my life, wondering what i’ve achieved in two decades. it’s not alot, but it’s not little either.
i’m proud of myself for fighting against the recession and landing myself an internship, for garnering quite a good reputation amongst the pr practioners here, and for working my ass off for so many years of my life, be it at work, in school, teaching bratty kids or while dancing. 
so yes i do buy too many clothes and shoes and headbands but hey! i worked for them.
but at the same time, i wish i could have achieved alot more. i look at popagandhi and at only 23, she’s learnt so much, travelled so much, and is holding a job that entails her to foster her interests while making money at the same time. i envy. 
- yesterday while at lunch, i observed a lady ordering food from the canteen vendors. she went "eh! i want a cup of celery orange juice!" (who drinks that combination, honestly?) she didn’t make eye contact, neither did she make an effort to offer a smile. i thought she was a rude little bitch at that time.
when i was on board the sph feeder bus out of the office, i spied a woman who looked familiar at the side of the road. she was petting a stray, and was cooing at it.
when she looked up, i realised she was the same lady from lunch.
now i’m thinking if i was too quick in jumping to conclusions. i shouldn’t judge ppl based on a mere incident. just like how i shouldn’t judge the girls on s-factor. heh.
- when i was on board the same sph bus a week back, i noticed a lady who was wearing awesome caged heels. when we alighted from the bus, i had this weird burst of courage and strode towards her, then asking her politely where she got her heels from.
they cost 140 bucks by the way.
yesterday, i saw the same lady, with another pair of awesome spiked heels. i didn’t go up to her though i was dying too, for fear she might think i’m stalking her.
- i’m too free at work at times, hence i plurk excessively, read the bbc excessively, and blog excessively.
