Moron.

...there are somehow seven fashion events next week. LOL oh god I hope I have enough clothes. And that this cough doesn't morph into something more. I am, however, at least on leave on Friday so all is well.

DEAR MOM THIS IS WHY I NEED TO ONLINE SHOP EVERY WEEK. I LITERALLY HAVE TO. IT'S PRACTICALLY A JOB REQUIREMENT.

http://soundcloud.com/radio913/the-married-men-samanthas?page=2

Of course you'd have heard about this by now. I've only got one response to this.


HHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHH!!!!!

Textbook innit? The insecure always trying to make themselves feel better by tearing others down. If anyone actually feels enraged by this, have you even heard the way she speaks? I rest my case.

ONE WEEK DOWN, ONE MORE TO GO.

As it turns out the preemptive panic was unneeded. I finished my work so quickly I was done by Wednesday and... now I'm doing my work for next week. EFFICIENCY IS THY NAME. Lol I kid.

Today, I'm getting off from work early, getting myself a manicure, and heading home so I can crash into bed until Monday (well except to get a haircut and bring my clothes to the tailor). CAN I GET A HELL YEAH.

I know I really shouldn't jinx myself, but I am kinda looking forward to next week. I'll be so busy, but hopefully it'd be a good kind of busy.

This is really random, but I'm particularly scornful of jobs that requires no discernible skills or talent whatsoever, in other words, glorified administrative jobs. What do you gain out of them? What do you even learn? How do you grow as a person?? I GUESS I JUST DON'T GET IT.

THANK YOU, UNIVERSE. THANK YOU, CHRISTOPHER NOLAN.

I AM SO DISTURBED WITH THIS I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN. SOMEBODY TELL ME THIS IS A JOKE.

Okay first of all, I'm saying this as somebody who adores C&K shoes. What's not to like? Reasonably priced and pretty shoes. But as a marketing student, WHAT THE FUCK IS LVMH DOING?! LVMH, THE PARENT COMPANY OF BRANDS LIKE FENDI, PUCCI, LOEWE, AND WITH MAJORITY OF SHARES HELD BY CHRISTIAN DIOR. OH GOD NOW THEIR PORTFOLIO IS GOING TO INCLUDE C&K. If you ask me, the only reason that I can even try to think of is that LVMH got tired of suing C&K constantly. lol.

Currently obsessed with

UNIVERSAL STUDIOS WAS SO MUCH FUN WOOOHOOOOOOOO!

My table from 5 hours again, after I spent 15 minutes packing it. Otherwise you could barely see my laptop.

Quietly panicking at the thought of the next two weeks. Will let you all know if it mutates into full-blown panic.

LOL I jest. Mostly.

Love :)

A PR person asked me what I was busy with these days and I realised... I actually cannot remember what I'm busy with. I have way too many things and people and emails to deal with and I cannot recall ONE thing. I just know they're all in my laptop and I have to deal with them.

And I can't help but feel so terrible when I have to turn down events/media pitches. I KNOW HOW IT FEELS, DEAR PR PEOPLE, TRUST ME I WAS IN YOUR SHOES. But I only have that much time and I have THAT MUCH work and there are only 15 spots available for stories every week, out of which at least 5 are already taken up weeks in advance, not counting the ones that have to be allocated to paying clients so seriously, unless your press release interests me in the first 2 sentences, I'm going to have to stop reading. I AM SO SORRY :(


On a really bright note I've FINALLY gotten my Urban Decay Naked Palette!!! If you have even the slightest clue about just how popular this bloody thing is, you'd know this is close to a damn miracle. Case in point: Sephora SG updated their FB page this morning announcing its arrival in stores (after it going out of stock like 1240234802 times), and TEN MINUTES after they updated, I called Sephora @ MBS to check for stocks, the bloody salesperson had the gall to tell me it was OUT OF STOCK. LYING BITCH. I popped by the store myself (skipping a press conference halfway lolol) and THERE IT WAS IN ALL ITS VELVETY GLORY. 78 bucks AND WORTH EVERY SINGLE CENT.



I NEED TO STOP TYPING IN CAPS.

And also, really randomly:

Of course this was taken like 2 months ago before the influx of press releases and whatnots started. My table is still the same today, except with about 3 more stacks of documents, 10 more paper bags under my table, and post-its all over the damn place.

I love my table :D I also love the really comfortable chair. If that's a really stupid thing to be happy about, I'd have you know that I sit on a bloody foldable chair at home and have to actually put a cushion on it just so my butt doesn't hurt after an hour. So there.

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Okay SERIOUS pet peeve: people who can even barely be considered as part of the media who take pictures of every single goodie bag/event ever they've been to and put them up on Facebook. It's already slightly annoying when you are legit media, but it's a million times worse when the so-called publication you're working for is essentially just a blog.

Yes I am evidently friends with said person on Facebook, and it pisses the fuck out of me.


And while I'm ranting, I'd also like to rant about the bitch of a doctor I always go to. Well, you ask, if she's so much of a bitch why are you still going to her? First of all, I live in the middle of fucknowhere. Bedok may be a 10 minute walk away, but the polyclinic smells of death and I always feel like I'm going to pick up an extra virus or two when I'm there. Secondly, while her clinic isn't the only one that's within 2 minutes of my house, it's the only one with air-conditioning. I ain't going to no clinic with no airconditioning when I'm sick like a dog okay.

So anyway this bitch of a doctor is clearly one of those doctors who chose to go into medicine because of the money. She's got zero bedside manners to speak of, is always dishing passive aggressive backhanded remarks and has that bitch face on 24/7. (I should have expected it she was from VJC after all. We're all known for our "BITCH PLS" faces) Usually I don't give a shit because I'm out of her room in less than 30 seconds (I timed. She makes an average of 25 bucks for that 30 seconds. BITCH), but today I was you know, actually sick so I had to stay in there for a longer time.

AND WHAT DO YOU KNOW. Apparently the only reason why I was throwing up bile like a complete loser for an entire hour in the office toilet and then writhing in pain because whichever gland that produces gastric juices was going into overdrive is because I am anorexic.


HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.

"You're on a diet is it. Never eat is it. Why are you so skinny. WHY HUH (yes why huh wtf's wrong with you) Are you anorexic. How much do YOU WEIGH"

Me (are you fucking out of your mind you blind bitch): "XX kg"

Her: "...oh okay"


BITCH PLEASE.

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Somebody needs to explain the point of this photoshoot. It's fine to do it just once but TWICE? AND ON MY FAVOURITE BOYS? Photoshoot directors we need to have a talk.

I do, however, appreciate how evidently tight JGL's pants are and... what was I talking about again?

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I have 6 events to go to in a span of 2 days. WHY?!

So.. I turned down TWO party invites to stay at home, and then proceeded to give myself a headache from crying so hard at Moulin Rouge, which I happened to have already watched 3209840238 times. Well done self, well done.

I earned $30 just now because my bosses dared me to eat cornflakes mixed with beer in a bowl.

MY ASOS DRESSES ARE ALL SO AMAZING. I AM IN LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE.

My wallet on the other hand is none too pleased. LOL TOO BAD.

There are people you can sit down with and talk about nothing the whole day, and then there are people you can sit down with and have nothing to talk about the whole day.

Ohhhhh boy it's going to be a long, long week ahead.

You know you love your job when you spend the entire morning and some of the afternoon clearing ten thousand emails and when you leave the office for 10 minutes to get food and come back to another 10 more, you go "HAHAHA WTF" and then "eh" instead of throwing a tantrum.

You also know you love your job when your nights are completely filled up with events/dinners for the entirety of next week and also most of the week after next and all you can think of is "damn I hope I have enough clothes" instead of having a nervous breakdown.

And you really know you love your job when you are doing your work on Sundays, and sometimes on Saturdays too if you have nothing better to do. It should be sad but really, you feel ok with it.

LOL I have no idea how long this will last, and I hate jinxing myself, but whatever. I suddenly have a lot of feelings, because if there was one thing that had always eluded me, it was job satisfaction.



Now on to a night of trying-not-to-destroy-my-liver. :)

LION KING THE MUSICAL, OR SALVATORE FERRAGAMO FASHION SHOW?

SUCH HARD CHOICES.

Going to read the entire Singapore Tatler Dining Indulgences Guide from cover to cover even if it kills me because I am completely shite at writing food reviews and it pisses me off.

I DON'T THINK I WAS EVER THIS HARDWORKING EVEN IN SCHOOL.