musings, education, workJune 24, 2009 12:21 am

 

- save up for the olympus pen e-p1 ($1500 bucks!)

 

-pick up photography 

 

- sign up for exotic dance classes

 

- practise writing long articles cause i suck in them

 

- go swimming whenever i’m free in the evenings

 

- go clubbing fortnightly (material for a column in the mag, yes the perks perils emoticon of my job) 

 

- finalise design of namecards and go to print

 

- start writing short horror stories (i want to a mini stephen king)

 

- finish up the dammed erotica article.  

 

- lose more weight

 

- prepare to kick ass in university.

 

 

watch me! emoticon 

musings, workJune 12, 2009 12:28 am

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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in the same context of things, i’m currently in talks with the editors to have myself continue writing for the magazine even through university.

 

i just have to pop in once a week to attend editorial meetings, pick up test units and press releases, as long as i meet the deadlines.

 

and i get PAID!

 

i really hope this works out because not only will this build up my portfolio substantially, it’ll help me open doors should i want to enter journalism once i graduate.

 

not to mention, i love the people (my editors especially!), the culture, the working environment (okay, maybe not really. the courier ppl are disturbing) and the writing.

 

pray for me! emoticon

 

 

p.s: the next entry shall be my erotica piece! i’m almost done with it; male lead’s now nipping the female lead’s neck.

 

musings, workMay 11, 2009 2:01 am

this month’s issue:

 

can you spot my name!

 

my articles:

 

the middle two snippets.

 

 

 

 

 

 

and if i had one word to describe it all, it’ll be ‘heh!’. emoticon

 

the best thing was seeing my initially nonchalant mother getting all hot and bothered over my articles.

 

when i had told her about me taking on writing assignments about two weeks back, her response was, 

"i thought it’s playboy magazine? playboy got articles meh? i thought all nude pictures?"

 

i told her i’ll show her when the magazine’s out.

 

now that it is, she rushes to show the tuition kids’ folks my articles whenever they step into the house, and i think i overheard her telling my aunts over the phone the other day too.

 

yes, my mudder very 口是心非.

 

but anyway, what i like about working there is that they credit you for every single thing you’ve written, even if you’re just an intern.

 

i’ll be taking on more writing assignments for next month’s issue, so watch out for that! 

 

meanwhile, what’re you waiting for? go get this month’s copy already! emoticon

musings, workMay 4, 2009 10:59 am

i went on behalf of the magazine to a product launch a few days back.

 

i’m not going to name the brand ‘cept to say it’s a well-known korean brand.  

 

we were ushered to a waiting room outside first, and when everyone had arrived, we headed to the ballroom.

 

the launch started with the brand manager giving a speech. although the speech wasn’t exactly interesting, everyone had enough sense to pay attention and give him the respect we should all offer a speaker.

 

‘cept for a bunch of bloggers.

 

i won’t name them either, but out of the four, one thinks she’s a queen, and another a miracle.

do take note, they are quite hmm, i wouldn’t say prominent, but they receive enough traffic to warrant invites from pr practioners.

their two friends i didn’t recognise, but they were all equally loud.

 

most of the journalists, at one point or another in the speech, were turning to the back of the room to glance at the bunch of bloggers.

 

not only were they loud, they were constantly twisting and turning and contouring ( i have an incessant urge to fling my arm up and go ‘whatever!’ at this point in time) their bodies into their camwhoring poses.

though i have no idea what difference it makes no matter which side they turn to, because what the camera lenses see is merely hair, fake lashes, makeup and more makeup.

 

even the chief editor next to me, after turning back to spy at the noisy bunch, raised an eyebrow and gave me an "eh?" look.

 

20 minutes into the speech, the room grew relatively quieter, and that was when i realised, lo and behold! they were gone. *resists urge to sprinkle sparkly things into the air*

 

5 minutes later, i felt the urge to relieve myself, and walking out of the ballroom and into the lavatory, i spied who else but the bunch of bloggers again.

 

awesome.

 

and they were STILL twisting and turning and contouring their bodies into their camwhoring poses.

 

i suppose the only difference it makes in the toilet is that apart from all that hair, fake lashes, makeup and more makeup, the camera lenses actually gets a mirror reflection, which unfortunately, equates to more of the above.

 

when i was done and back in the ballroom, i waited to see if they were going to re-enter.

 

turns out they left.

 

now this is what i don’t get.

 

true, they do get a substantial amount of blog readers, but wouldn’t you rather invite tech bloggers who are popular AND have a genuine interest in your product?

 

i don’t see how this bunch of bloggers who are obviously only interested in making use of the lush backdrop to aid them in their camwhoring can do anything for you.

the most they can do, is accidentally capture the brand’s logo in their pictures.

 

and well, even if you die die can’t find any tech bloggers, then at least find bloggers who have enough common sense and manners to finish listening to the speeches (without deviating to take pictures of themselves, at that) before making their grand exit.

 

and although this has nothing to do with the entry, i realised koreans have a huge tendency to use the word "opportunity" in their speeches. it’s cute in an annoying way.

 

musings, work, relationshipsApril 27, 2009 12:12 pm

- dance classes are not for me. i’m taking them up so i can shake my booty better on the dancefloor, not flail my arms about wildly and do locking and popping and isolations for 1 hour weekly.

 

- i wonder if bikram yoga is for me?

 

- guys who stare always avert their gazes when you stare right back at them. hum jis!

 

- i’m unimpressed by wealth, either in the monetary sense or sexual experience.

 

- just because you’re left-handed doesn’t necessarily mean you’re smarter. i swear my life on this.

 

- if you sit at your seat long enough and don’t move, you can actually manage not to feel cold amidst the freezing office.

 

- saliva is an awesome substitute for lubricant. (i probably shouldn’t be blogging this but i can’t resist!)

 

- you can never be skinny around your boyfriend’s mother. if she’s not plying you with prawn noodles, she’s sticking a ice-cream cone into your face.

 

- 10 months doesn’t feel like 10 months at all. common consensus between me and the boyfriend. i lub dub you baby. :D

musings, workApril 23, 2009 11:44 am

-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. :P

 

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.

musings, work, Cowboy BarApril 20, 2009 1:34 am

good friday.

 

clubbing with nadia and gang at st james + vodka orange = no good + vodka cranberry = still no good + fuckitimmaalreadyhigh + stuffing ice down pants.

 

tuesday.

nus interview + i prepared my portfolio for nothing + hand-delivered 30 invites + aching feet + lost child + rsvp-ing (totally reminds me of PR days)

 

wednesday.

ntu interview + writing test + hot ang moh interviewer with amazing blue eyes + RSVP-ing. (wait, it IS the PR days)

 

thursday. 

too bloody long maxi dress + launch party + some of the bunnies are hotter than the playmates imo + too little for lunch and no dinner + 4 glasses of champagne + jaywalk, ruok, thb + super woozy + puked at oosh + got the boyfriend all worried + attempting to puke in PAPER bag in cab + cab driver freaking out and busting the speed limit + puking in plastic bag afterall + puking in longkang near my place + puking at home + falling asleep in the bathroom after puking with water rolling off my back for an hour + went to bed braless + still woozy

 

friday.

major hangover + review on phones (woopee!) + uniqlo’s queues are still damn long + heineken green room + met someone gross + glutton’s bay

 

and yes, i do know i’m partying way too much. emoticon

but i will be good next week, oh yes i will! 

workApril 10, 2009 3:24 pm

ah yes, those of you who are in the loop, you would have known that i’ve found a job!

 

i’m now an editorial intern at xxx magazine, and although the pay (as usual) is meagre, this internship would do hell lots for my resume and portfolio.

 

i’ve been through two days of work, and the first piece of work assigned was a review on watches.

for someone like me who doesn’t wear watches, heck, i don’t even own one, writing about the brilliant color of the mainplate and the beveled bridges is pretty damn hard.

 

oh well, i hope more work will come my way soon! i’ll also be attending the heineken green room party next friday on behalf of the magazine so those who are going, say hi hor!

 

my editors are a bunch of niceties, one of them stays around my area so he sends me to work everyday. emoticon

 

a couple of the barflies also work in the same building so lunch kakhis are settled!

 

other matters forthcoming, salsa hiphop classes have also commenced and boy, are they tiring.

although the boyfriend very confidently told me, "aiya, first class won’t sweat one lah", he was DEAD WRONG.

 

yenny, our dance instructor taught us hiphop in the first lesson and it was one whole hour of panting, perspiring and trying to coordinate the hand and leg movements without looking like a lost chicken.

 

the boyfriend and me are going to practise the moves during our free time so we can own the others’ asses!

 

so yes, work is good, dance is good, money is good (though i can always do with more).

 

the only grouse i have is that i seem to be putting on weight from planting my ass continuously in the office and not moving about.

 

definitely not going to help when i attend the magazine’s launch party next week and see all the skinny models in front of me. ARGH. emoticon 

workMarch 6, 2009 2:09 am

so yes i’ve graduated offically and i’m looking for a temp position/internship in the journalism sector to tide me over till uni starts. (assuming i do get into uni)

 

if you’ve got any lobang, please be nice and introduce to me hor. NOW OR FOREVER HOLD YOUR PEACE.

 

if you need a description of me to pass on to your superiors, here’s it:

 

eileen - willing to work like a dog.

even more willing to work like a dog if there’s motivation in the form of juicy colleagues.

 

xie xie ni!

 

p.s: and yes, i think i might be going on a mini hiatus. 

no mojo leh, what to do? emoticon 

work, relationships, family, Cowboy BarDecember 23, 2008 1:51 pm

1. having my ex collegaue introduce me to heineken’s brand manager as "one of the best interns we’ve ever had".

 

2. overhearing my tuition kids say they like me best out of the choices of me, my mum and my brother as teachers.

 

3. the boyfriend burning all my fave songs into a cd so that while travelling, we can bang our heads along to metallica and sing our hearts out to leona lewis.

 

4. the barflies and their outings.

 

5. life, in general.

 

*skips around* emoticon

 

and then it’s time to start drafting that cliche new year resolutions entry. 

keep your eyes out for it!