ms-vindicta

   

these days, my entries have been reduced to pictures and msn/real life conversations filled ones.

 

well, i can’t help it if the people around me are so terribly quote-worthy, can i?

 

then again, the reason for me not blogging so often is cause of well, what else but the four-letter word.

 

work.

 

when i first started my attachment, i was attached to the account servicing side, but i was seated near the public relations department. 

and because there wasn’t much work to be done over at the AS side, and i was seated so conveniently next to them, the PR side gave me work to do.

 

so from merely consolidating of information, doing media monitoring, i’ve progressed to writing press releases, pitching; basically the real deal, for 3 accounts from the PR side.

 

3 months into my attachment, my colleagues from AS decided to hand me 2 accounts to work on, because they liked my working attitude.

i’ve got to handle clients, handle the creatives and handle the traffic people (and trust me, they are mean-tempered).

 

the thing is, though the colleagues from the PR dept see me skipping lunches just so i can rush out another progressive memo, ta-baoing lousy food back to the office just so i can draft a media Q&A, having huge pockets of time before i reply my msn msgs and hp msgs, (of course they don’t get to see this lah!) they make no effort to reduce the amount of workload i have.

 

i appreciate the opportunities i’m given to shine, it’s just, i feel over-loaded, over-saddled, and just very, very tired at times.

 

but of course, the up side to this is that i get to learn skills from both trades.

 

and well, since it’s all ending in a month’s time, i should just shut up and swallow the load.

 

then again, when it all ends, i have more decisions to make.

during my two month semester break, do i want to:

 

a) stay in b**** and keep working in AS?

the downside to this is i’ll probably be still drowning in work since i’m pretty sure the PR side is not gonna let me off.

 

b) stay in b**** but work under another guy who’s been trying to poach me over?

the downside to this is that this is the same guy who keeps trying to get me to go drinking and made me take my first puff. he is also slightly lecherous.

 

c) stay in b**** but work in the creative department?

i want to be a copywriter so badly, but so far, the feedback i’ve received, even from my supervisor is that you might be passionate about your work in creative, but you won’t necessarily get recognised for it.

 

d) work for him?

 well, like uncle jay said, the idea of office sex might be enticing, but still, it’s not advisable to eat and shit at the same place. and i might get bored, from seeing him so often.

 

e) work for another friend who’s looking for an intern in a web design firm?

one, my dreamweaver skills suck. and the office is located on some hill which has a never-ending flight of steps up. i want toned legs, not serena-williams legs.

 

f) take it easy and be a starbucks barista and flirt with all the cute guys i serve.

two words: low pay.

also, singapore doesn’t have that many cute guys.

 

see how i’m stuck in a rut?

 

 

but oh well, i guess i’ll be forced to make up my mind when the time comes.

 

moving on, let’s talk about happier stuff!

like my birthday!

 

it falls on a friday this year and although everyone in the office is entitled to birthday leave, us interns aren’t.

 

i know, just cause we’re at the bottom of the food chain, we don’t get taken seriously when we wear short dresses and we don’t get birthday leave.

 

 

i’m going to try and apply for it though, just cause i’m such a good intern i haven’t taken even one day of leave or MC in the past 3 months.

 

anyway, i’m going to post up my birthday wishlist cause people have been bugging me to do so.

 

(in no particular order)

 

 

      

    

 

first row (from left to right): polaroid camera, ck be, white women’s loafers, moleskin notebook.

second row: tadpoles, kate spade wallet, wellingtons!, benetint from benefit.

third row: high beam from benefit, assorted high-waisted skirts.

fourth row: high-waisted shorts, tiffany somerset ring, polaroid pins from fredflare, old-school messenger bag!

 

i guess that’s about it. and oh, sincere, handwritten messages.  

i’m not that demanding, am i?

 

and since it’s almost tradition to start/end off entries with conversations, i’ll do just that.

 

*while walking to his place from the carpark*

 

"why is that guy staring at me?!!"

 

"he is?"

 

"ya, he’s staring at my boobs."

 

"well, they are pretty stare-able."

 

"who does he think he is?! that he has the right to stare at them?"

 

"i agree. he ought to ask me for permission first." 

 

 

 

now you know why i say my conversations with people are always quote-worthy.

 

this week’s secrets are all pretty interesting, but i thought i would pick out a few of my favourites.

 

very magnamious wife indeed.

 

i just lay out toilet paper on the seat if it looks dirty. two layers, at least.

 

 

when i watch tv, i always observe the actresses to see if they have a fat face/thighs/calves/arms or a tummy. i can’t stop too.

 

they all start out young, don’t they?

 

pictures credit to post secret.

 

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so i was over at his place and we were making dinner.

cheese omelette to be specific.

 

"and now we need black pepper!"

 

*grabs bottle of pepper and jumps about excitedly*

"how much of it?"

 

"试量."

 

"okay!"

*enthusiastically shakes the bottle four times*

 

*looks up at him for approval*

 

he starts cracking up.

 

"what?! wrong meh?"

 

he continues laughing.

 

i rethink whatever he just said.

then it hits me.  

 

"oh, you mean 试量 is to taste? shit, i didn’t know it meant that. i thought you meant 四-something, so i shoke the bottle four times anyway."

 

he is still laughing.

 

later, when we sample the cheese omelette, he says it’s too peppery.

 

but you know what?

i think it tastes just fine.  

 

 

you know you’ve got it bad when you tell his mother that you’re a twin, and she whips around excitedly and goes,

 

"does that mean you’ll have twins in the future too?"

 

 

dear auntie, you might be looking for a daughter-in-law, but i sure as hell ain’t looking for a hubby.

 

and there’s no way i’m having kids. twins, triplets or not.

 

i know, handling mothers isn’t exactly my forte.  

 

 

now we’ll just have to wait and see what happenes when he meets my mum.  

 

 

one of the dates’ sms after he watched some taiwan variety show where they featured drag queens:

 

Haha, yup. Some of them got really nice legs.

 

and because i’m a cheeky little ‘un:

 

Nicer than mine?

 

his reply:

 

That I’ve gotta say no. Your legs are really nice! They’re nowhere near yours!

 

mm hmm.

 

Really? What makes you think they’re nice then? And what makes mine nicer than theirs?

 

he seems to have an answer ready for everything.

 

Hmm. Yours are[sic] like the never ending kinda legs, really long. And somehow i can’t spot any extra pieces of flesh. So is it the running?

 

i pretend to be humble.

 

I suppose it does help but still, there is fat! Why do you suppose I look down at them and think "i could do with some fat loss there" all the time?

 

p.s: in case you were wondering, i meant the legs, not the chest. i like my chest the way it is thank you.

 

 

the date butters me up.

 

Haha, plainly because you’re paranoid. There’s no fat i swear. You’re crazy. Girls will queue up for those pair of legs. Haha.

 

 

wrong! girls will queue up for gisele bundchen’s gams, not mine.

 

but ah well, whatever floats your boat, mr s.h.

 

 

p.s: readers, try not to say anything mean about the date. he’s a nice guy. i mean, really.  

there’s a fine line between a guy who fancies you, and a guy who doesn’t.

 

 the one who likes you would be willing to accompany you all the way to boon lay station, when he lives in the near-opposite corner of the island; bishan.

 

the latter though, accompanies you only to boon lay station, when he’s living in clementi.

 

pretty big a difference huh?

 

 

 

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ah, just the wise one spewing words of wisdom again.