Saturday, November 22, 2003
With the exception of a few worry free hours in the early afternoon spent with Mark, I had an absolutely te(ho)rrible day today.
First I had to wake up at 6 in the morning on a SATURDAY just to get to work on time at 8.30, okay.. may be not on time but I did get there..
After work, went to meet Mark to pass him the Fog&Moppet party pix cd. Had a lovely nibblet lunch at Cartel, felt real bad that Mark had to pay since I have yet to hit attachment paydirt in the company.. Learnt one lesson that afternoon: if one is looking for munchies, DON'T EVER ORDER A SANDWICH FROM CARTEL! They're F'king HUMONGOUS!!
Anyway, we spent a few delightful hours chatting and bitching about how we can't understand why most straight men have horrific shirt preferences, how we hate it when they walk around the house bare bodied in this tropical humidity..
DO THEY NOT REALISE that they are infecting the rest of the house with their personal bodily excretions like the walking virus' they already are, tracking their male dirt around with them?
Another topic that came into the discussion was how we couldn't understand how people could find our brothers 'cute'. *shudders all around* We concluded that we - having lived with them all our lives and have seen the grossest, most unmentionable things and habits -are blinded to whatever goodness (see 'cute') else there may be.
THE thing that completely ruined my ENTIRE day was the fact that my imbecillicly responsibility-retard of a brother left the house leaving all the windows open. ESPECIALLY THE ONE IN MY ROOM!
There I was in Siglap whiling the time away waiting for the rain to stop when my room was getting FLOODED! I came back to watch the rugby world cup final but found that I couldn't because 3/4 of my room was SOPPING WET!
Spent the rest of the evening cleaning up and feeling horribly repressed because I don't trust myself to say a word to my brother as I might say something I will regret (to put it mildly) all the stuff under my bed was wet. The wiring behind my computer table was wet and I just hope I won't get brain-fried when I next switch on my PC. Some of my work was drenched! But thank GOD it wasn't my portfolio.. $16 worth of foam boards has been lost to me thanks to my brother's stupidity and numerous pieces of work warp-ruined because of his utter retardedness and self-centered irresponsibility.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
My parents didn't even kick up a fuss!!
Seeing as to how they still have yet to sell the house, I don't see how a roomful of warped parquet is going to help quicken the process...
I get it from my dad when I forget to switch off my light or turn off the modem.. but THIS???
NOTHING! NOT A WORD! They even pick him up from outside and come home to happily watch football and with not A WIFF of an apology!
HE'S STILL HAPPILY WATCHING FOOTBALL DOWNSTAIRS!
He's such a BRAT! He left the house without washing up his lunch AND WITHOUT CLOSING THE WINDOWS! I JUST CAN'T STAND HOW HE GETS AWAY WITH ALL THIS WITH NARELY A SCRATCH!
I have to slog at work in the morning and once more when I get back because some moron retard didn't close the windows and my parents have to fork out more money to repair the parquet floor! Not to mention that we're running a tigher budget here because the new house needs furnishing.. The thing that truly gets under my skin is how he can act as if nothing's happened. The thick skinned little bastard has the uncanny mutant power to ignore everything and everyone else except when things concern him. When he fucks up, he acts as if nothing's happened and the best part is.. my parents let him.
fucking pissed right now.
First I had to wake up at 6 in the morning on a SATURDAY just to get to work on time at 8.30, okay.. may be not on time but I did get there..
After work, went to meet Mark to pass him the Fog&Moppet party pix cd. Had a lovely nibblet lunch at Cartel, felt real bad that Mark had to pay since I have yet to hit attachment paydirt in the company.. Learnt one lesson that afternoon: if one is looking for munchies, DON'T EVER ORDER A SANDWICH FROM CARTEL! They're F'king HUMONGOUS!!
Anyway, we spent a few delightful hours chatting and bitching about how we can't understand why most straight men have horrific shirt preferences, how we hate it when they walk around the house bare bodied in this tropical humidity..
DO THEY NOT REALISE that they are infecting the rest of the house with their personal bodily excretions like the walking virus' they already are, tracking their male dirt around with them?
Another topic that came into the discussion was how we couldn't understand how people could find our brothers 'cute'. *shudders all around* We concluded that we - having lived with them all our lives and have seen the grossest, most unmentionable things and habits -are blinded to whatever goodness (see 'cute') else there may be.
THE thing that completely ruined my ENTIRE day was the fact that my imbecillicly responsibility-retard of a brother left the house leaving all the windows open. ESPECIALLY THE ONE IN MY ROOM!
There I was in Siglap whiling the time away waiting for the rain to stop when my room was getting FLOODED! I came back to watch the rugby world cup final but found that I couldn't because 3/4 of my room was SOPPING WET!
Spent the rest of the evening cleaning up and feeling horribly repressed because I don't trust myself to say a word to my brother as I might say something I will regret (to put it mildly) all the stuff under my bed was wet. The wiring behind my computer table was wet and I just hope I won't get brain-fried when I next switch on my PC. Some of my work was drenched! But thank GOD it wasn't my portfolio.. $16 worth of foam boards has been lost to me thanks to my brother's stupidity and numerous pieces of work warp-ruined because of his utter retardedness and self-centered irresponsibility.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
My parents didn't even kick up a fuss!!
Seeing as to how they still have yet to sell the house, I don't see how a roomful of warped parquet is going to help quicken the process...
I get it from my dad when I forget to switch off my light or turn off the modem.. but THIS???
NOTHING! NOT A WORD! They even pick him up from outside and come home to happily watch football and with not A WIFF of an apology!
HE'S STILL HAPPILY WATCHING FOOTBALL DOWNSTAIRS!
He's such a BRAT! He left the house without washing up his lunch AND WITHOUT CLOSING THE WINDOWS! I JUST CAN'T STAND HOW HE GETS AWAY WITH ALL THIS WITH NARELY A SCRATCH!
I have to slog at work in the morning and once more when I get back because some moron retard didn't close the windows and my parents have to fork out more money to repair the parquet floor! Not to mention that we're running a tigher budget here because the new house needs furnishing.. The thing that truly gets under my skin is how he can act as if nothing's happened. The thick skinned little bastard has the uncanny mutant power to ignore everything and everyone else except when things concern him. When he fucks up, he acts as if nothing's happened and the best part is.. my parents let him.
fucking pissed right now.
Thursday, November 20, 2003
The events of this day have made me realise that there Singaporean designers are underated, under-utilized and under-appreciated. "Think out of the box" they say.. Pah! What do they know.. If the face of design in Singapore is to change, mindsets need to be changed as well and I'm not talking about designers here. The current client mindset is utterly NOT condusive to designing.. (ok fine.. I'm drawing conclusions from little classified ads here) I'm sure classified ads can be more aesthetically appealing, rather than just little teensy weensy spaces with tons of words crammed into them.
Classified ads is the ONE area of advertising that design principles take a back seat to economical cramming of astronomical proportions.
Clients just have to start realising that using up every bit of available space isn't more likely to get their ads read. In fact, I think it's a such a turn off to see the little lines of type squashed together in a little box.
After each internship stint, I find myself fighting the instinct to try to cram my work with stuff, reminding the invisible sales person behind me that I'm no longer working and that I'm back in school.
This is SOOooo not good.
Like I was telling Deyi, we should all become nuns together-gether.
The Holy Sisterhood of Bacchus, patron Saint of booze and clubbing.
Classified ads is the ONE area of advertising that design principles take a back seat to economical cramming of astronomical proportions.
Clients just have to start realising that using up every bit of available space isn't more likely to get their ads read. In fact, I think it's a such a turn off to see the little lines of type squashed together in a little box.
After each internship stint, I find myself fighting the instinct to try to cram my work with stuff, reminding the invisible sales person behind me that I'm no longer working and that I'm back in school.
This is SOOooo not good.
Like I was telling Deyi, we should all become nuns together-gether.
The Holy Sisterhood of Bacchus, patron Saint of booze and clubbing.
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| Disorder | Rating |
| Paranoid: | Very High |
| Schizoid: | Moderate |
| Schizotypal: | Very High |
| Antisocial: | Moderate |
| Borderline: | Low |
| Histrionic: | High |
| Narcissistic: | High |
| Avoidant: | Very High |
| Dependent: | High |
| Obsessive-Compulsive: | High |
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