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and d. said: having monday night after work mabs session always makes sunday thoughts of going to work tomorrow easier. we should have more of this~
no truer words said my dear. and we shall have more of this, definitely *smiles*
but first, let me stock up on a spare liver or two, because i am up to three consistent drinking days in a week since getting back to gear. and since i kick started this mabs culture here, i foresee an exponential increase in drinking days in a week from now on.
damn.
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sunday reflections.
the truth.
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fuck work. drinking is fun. getting high is the bomb. getting drunk is king! i love alcohol. and friends. weekends is always the best.
i love you.
Ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee- Eet eet eet.
-regina spektor: eet-
the only thing worse than having to rework a whole campaign direction from scratch is having your senior creatives not standing on the same level in terms of idea and direction. two different mind maps? two different laundry lists? are you fucking kidding me? sighs. everybody is drowning and we are given two cement shoes instead of a lifesaver. great.
i would rather sometimes these people just take their fat pay check, sit there not doing anything instead of giving me and the team grief. no really, it’s fine. just sit there in your comfy chair in your big swanky room. no we don’t need your help. yes we don’t. don’t look so surprised. thank you very much.
the tumultuous complex layer-drama and socio-politics of an advertising agency, that i don’t miss. coming back to my beginnings, it reminds me of why i left this in the first place. thank god here nobody is fucking the boss or giving the old AE hag-queen some cunnilingus, yet. haha.
not even one month into work and i am already plotting murder. and if i could get away with it, then no doubt the path of my creativity would definitely be littered with bodies…
a lot of bodies indeed…
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cupcakes. wonderful sunday cupcakes. one of the best things to have come out of an oven in the history of mankind.
nothing like a bit of marzipan overload to help smooth out the frayed edges. reminds me of the ones you bought for my mother. they were amazing. i buy them for her now from time to time. so, yeah.
work is going good but the fickleness of the senior creatives is really giving the team hell. we worked long and hard only to get a change of direction suddenly. and when we scrambled to cobbled together a new direction to present only to be asked why are we not incorporating the previous designs in the new one. cue wide eyed slack jawed faces around the room.
spent the whole day studying the mind map and brain storming with the team. working. on a sunday. bummer. never knew it could be so tiring by just using your brains. i think we are all more tired over the fact that it is like the umpteen time we are doing this. let us just hope that third time is a charm.
i definitely need some sugar now. both of the confectionery and of the emotional-physical kind.
getting the latter is another challenge in itself.
october chases september who in turn chases august around the trees, playing hide and seek. their laughter ringing in my ears. their happiness, genuine. their smiles, brighter than sunshine. august the eldest, so beautiful and happy. she is the prettiest of them all. september, a shadow of emotions. she bears a burden in her heart. october but a child, innocent in so many ways. baby steps. she is learning. in time she will pick up all she needs to know from her sisters. she will grow up, move on and change, like all seasons should…
august august in you i will trust. august is bohemian. a happy soul. a free spirit. a lover of i. she adores me with the seconds and the hours and the days that she is made with. and in turn, i loved her with every fiber of my mortal being. i thoughtlessly gave her my pulsing heart and she eagerly snatched if from my hands and devoured it whole. so it can sit next to hers. two as one, beating in unison. and you promised me this, never ending…
september september i’ll love you forever. she is tear stained cheeks, bleeding knees and cut palms. she is full of disappointments and angst but she readily accepts the fact that she has to learn to move on. being left in the cold once too many times, she is used to it but it doesn’t make it any easier when it happens again. she falls down, picks herself up, brushes off the dirt and walk away as she always will. i looked in her eyes and i understand her. she places her stained hands on my chest where my heart used to be. and she nods, because she understands…
october october a promise to remember. she is a new beginning, learning to cope with the emptiness. like a little child who is waiting on a promise, she doesn’t know. she sits patiently. she hopes. she hangs on to every word you said and she waits. and in time as children do, she will grow restless and forget. she will get up and run along. she will move on. i look at her and i smile but she frowns at me. but i am sure sooner or later, she will learn how to smile back…
they suddenly stopped chasing each other, laughed and looked back at me from behind the trees. knowing eyes that tells me wait wait, two more sisters and this twelve will be gone. will you remember us? will you miss us?
so… will you remember me? remember the us? will you miss me? on some days like today, for no reason at all, my heart misses you like crazy.
-nina simone: since i fell for you-
bleah. another crazy week. and this is just the beginning. there’s a milestone deadline on friday, a rush to put together a very important presentation pitch. a one year project, every year, for the next ten years. hopefully.
i don’t mind slogging, really. i am a slave to the art. i enjoy designing and i like the long hours. seriously, i hope the project goes through or else i am going to be majorly pissed for all the work and time the team and i has already put in.
also, i have not got my random weekly ethanol infusion yet. and for today’s workload i think it is time for one, so i shall hit the pub downstairs…
in some ways, it is true, most guys would love a girlfriend that can play pool.
but one thing is for sure, i totally suck at it. and i was up against a pool shark by the name of lisa. i must admit, i was thoroughly and totally trashed in some 9-ball drinking games. much to the amusement of my friends. assholes.
but she had the good grace of showing me some mercy and saving me from a few glasses of black label by missing her shots on purpose, no doubt. because that cheeky grin and sly smiles tells a thousand words.
damn, i need some pool school as soon as possible. because she promised me something if i can kick her ass the next time i play with her. something that is good enough motivation to make me pick up the game, permanently.
every year is the same old story this time of october. last week of the month is a gauntlet of ethanol that i must traverse. a few hectic days filled with copious amount of boozing, merry making and new acquaintances that are wonderfully fun.
i looked across the table at you just because you are the type of girl that i could so fall in love with. and to my surprise, you acknowledged my adoring glances with quizzical frowns and heart stopping smiles. my girl friend next to me whispered into my ear: she is the type of girl a man would definitely marry anytime. i nodded at her and smiled.
so, what are you doing here hl.? you are so out of place. your prim and proper self. your amazingly good features. your perfectly groomed hair, pinned back into place. your immaculate dressing and impeccable style, compared to the skanked up women around us. you look like you should be at a proper function instead of this seedy club. baby, you are a good girl in a bad place.
i may not know your boyfriend, because he is a friend’s friend. but i am sure in a different time and place, i would have slipped you my phone number and taken you to a much better place than this. and i would have definitely used that time to know you better.
is it wrong to be attracted to someone else girlfriend? i am sure it is not, especially when they’re as amazingly graceful and beautiful as you are…
so tempted to slip you my number. but i shall not. he deserves to be happy, with a wonderful woman like you.
i hope he takes you for granted, and i have the chance to meet you again. because you have captured my heart unknowingly with your constant look backs. and i am sure i did not misread your smiles.
-david guetta: love is gone-
i find it oh so cute that exes can always bitch about your current and your current can always bitch about your exes. or your past exes bitch about your current exes. even on a daily basis, my girlfriend(s), she/they can bitch about another girlfriend(s), and vice versa.
damn, girls can be so vicious. but i find that agitation so endearing. all those waving limbs and crazy fast, high pitched voices. so much passion used just for spite. do you all know you can be so adorable when you are focused on something? *laughs*
i know you, you, you and you still care. and i thank you from the bottom of my heart…
that is why i let you all have pieces of me still *smiles*
<3
