Friends will always be there. Somewhere out there.

This is one true fact that I've learnt over the years. Away from home.

Friends will always be there. Somewhere out there. It might not be the same superhero everytime, they will take turns, and each will have their turn. If they aren't gonna appear in any crisis moment in life, those aren't friends. Those are acquaintances that you meet alot and do alot of things with. Acquaintances.

I've got a long list of acquaintances in my facebook. And I've also surprised myself with the pleasant list of friends I've made from the industry.

Niiiiice.

April, you're such a wild surprise

I haven't really tasted April, and now its moving off my plate.

Long breaks are really not my thing. I'm ready to get out to the field and start slaving away. And tomorrow's the day. The little butterflies and that uncomfortable feel of uncertainty before entering a new environment has been disturbing during my holidays, I'm sure it will go away when things get busy. 

I just love being busy.  

Chill, summer

Summer shouldn't be 17 degrees. Sigh. Guess I brought the chill with me.

Night before I left for this last minute trip, I told The Man about the list of interesting people that I can't wait to meet when I'm in town. And I met none of them. And I'm leaving tomorrow.

I don't really know me sometimes. Half of me wants to dial that number, the other half just watch that half of me lazily. And so I ended up wanting to contact them. Just "wanting".

I'm trying very hard to rest my soul and enjoy this bit of holiday. When I asked if he missed me, The Man said "this distance is good" cos he needed the time to mug for his exams. That four words pierced through my heart and moved me deeply... darn this man who don't miss me a bit I'm gonna do some serious shopping to my heart's fill RIGHT NOW.


And then I felt better =)

4 days to 5 years

And I left. 

Four more days to 5 years of employment with Imodels. I left. Just like that.

And here I am. Sitting at my sister's laptop, in the tiny living room, munching a cold hong kong style egg tart (cold but still delicious!), blogging about it. The resignation letter is chucked away somewhere in the warehouse that's carrying my work stuffs, I remembered seeing it inside when I was packing up at SOHO. I intended to submit that in September so that they have three months to find a suitable replacement.

So much for arrangements. 

No men is indispensable, this I've learnt many years ago, and I'm sure the agency would carry on well without me. I'm half worried about Fish, there's too much on her plate right now, but I'm sure these hard times will be a great learning and growing opportunity for her.

I do miss the times with Imodels, but there's no space for reminiscences, there's much to do. 

Foolish Women

I have a soft spot for silly female species who gets themselves hurt in the course of love. Even if they are the bitches that always mess with me.

Who wouldn't? We're all women. And we all know how it's like to fall in love...with the wrong man.

Sigh.
Come on over and let's hug.

**

I put on some weight. Ever since Christmas.
I've not stopped meeting friends for dinners ever since christmas. Good for network, bad for size. I was really ambitious to make that flab around my intestine disappear, I set a deadline to achieve that in two weeks, which extended to another two weeks and now that flab has only ceased a little.

I think its a lump. Or I'm pregnant.

**
March as usual is exceptionally busy. We've got a new colleague in, thank goodness she's slightly smarter than the rest of newcomers that I've (kindddaaaa) chased away since last year. If P was a caramel hot fudge sundae with whip cream, then R must be that fried oyster with char kway teow for supper. Both contributes much effort in high blood pressure.

I'm hoping this lady stays longer. And I think she will. She looks like a survivor, slow and steady survivor.

Revamp time honey

Its the time of the year *or life* to change my wardrobe. I'm excited beyond words.


Has confirmed the rumour of moving office somewhere between April - May this year. I'm half hoping for a proper office (Goodbye SOHO goodbye) so that I can wear shoes. If you've been to my agency we're walking around barefooted because its a home-y place and in Singapore nobody wears shoes in home-y place. We've tried indoor slippers but its tricky to go up and down the stairs in it so BAAAHH.

So for the past two years, its not that fun to dress up to work anymore cos I've gotta emit all footwear from the overall style, plus its so tiring to put on and pull off boots or complicated footwear when you get in and out of the office.


AND NOW WE'RE MOVING!!!! I'M GONNA EMBRACE MY BOOTS MY CRAZY STUFFS XD

Shorts always look too casual when heels are off so I guess I'm gonna dig out all my shorties now. Okay after I lose a few pounds.

Best time and reason for me to revamp the wardrobe. I'm gonna get all these.

I can go on and on and on for this topic. Arrrgggghhhh cant wait!

March. Hello.

I don't like March.

I don't like it abit.

March, funerals, tax bills, late for work, cab down and still late for work, piling of shoots, trainings. Etc etc. March brings back bad memories.

This year's March has been sweet, so far. So much so to an extent it makes me feel kinda bad not liking March.

Its been awhile....

..since I've blogged. Newstation been really active though. Darn I haven't wrote diary for months seriously. Didn't have time to go home to tab daily stuffs, its always from The Man's house to agency and back to The Man's house.

So this is couple life, huh. =)

So during this while, life goes on. Kimmy got married 2 days ago, I didn't attend cos it was only ROM and she couldn't spare a plus one for me, and me being a bad friend didn't wanted to go alone. Pretty upset when I saw the pics of those who attended. Especially of those I don't think deserve the seats. HMPH. I'm going to be a sore bitch and not talk to the lovely brand new Mrs Zeng cos of this.

Okay move on.

Valentine's day was bad. So bad that I cried before and after. Then on the morning of post-Vday I got sick of myself behaving like a cry baby and decided to grow out of that sobbing. I don't enjoy disappointment, but its stupid to let this one (and the three occasions before that..so thats four in total) ruin his credit accumulated throughout three hundred and sixty days before. And being able to type this out *without tears in my eyes..coughs* shows a nerve has died deep inside. Died well died well.

Okay move on.

Deportment started yesterday, no one really shines out yet but I'm sure one of those lads will impress me in the final class. 've been lazy for a long while, March is on its way, gotta move my butt out of the couch (and tuck that tummy in.....ahem).


The Man has finally left 195 Pearl's Hill Terrace, abrupt move. All for the better.