zzz

lazy afternoon.. rainy days always have the effect of a muscle relaxant on me.. i really should be working instead of blogging..

the latest article i'm working is really getting to me.. i never thought i'd like dolls until i saw this and this... but they are waayy too expensive for me to even consider at this point of time.. i guess i'll just admire from afar for now :)

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Absolutely hate conducting street polls. All the sweat, all the rejections and the aching legs, aching shoulders and parched throat...

SO anyway, this afternoon at Shenton way, I asked a guy if he could help me out with an HIV legislation survey and he waved me off, saying "No thanks, I'm also an agent."

My face probably took on a blood-chilling murderous look even though he did not catch it as he was too busy concentrating on walking away at the fastest speed he could. I look like an insurance agent?!?!?! Me, who detest pesky "financial services consultants" on the streets, look like an insurance agent??? *$%&#!#^

Swing It!

Wonderful wonderful day! Slept in till noon then went out to catch Swing Girls, the funniest movie I've watched in ages!!!

It doesn't matter that the plot is thin or that there are no good-lookers in the movie. You'll laugh with/at the quirky characters and root for the underdogs all the same. Besides, who doesn't like big band jazz??? Definitely infectious! :)

Also bought the VCD for Love Me If You Dare. Gave up waiting for the DVD to come to Singapore. It costs only 10 bux *grin* This movie made me download 10 thousand versions of La Vie En Rose though the one by Louis Armstrong still does it best for me.

Can't believe I have to go back to work in a few hours' time. The 2 off days in a week always pass by too quickly...

smile

Some pictures of a dear one to share...



Elina: Noooo... I don't really want to get up... but if you insist..



Elina: Here I come!

guilt

ahhh my editor called back. She's an angel.

Her: Hi I got your message.

Me: Omigod I am so sorry, really very sorry.

Her: Don't worry, it happens. We'll just print a correction message. Just be more careful the next time.

Me: I'm so sorry so sorry.

She did not reprimand me at all and all the while I was just this bumbling idiot who could only apologise non-stop!

Not that this makes me feel 100% ok now but I'm just glad I did not piss her off majorly.

Man, it's a pain to learn through making mistakes, big ones at that. *wipes sweat off*

sick in the stomach

This must be the worst day of my life.

First I woke up to see a message by a certain photographer who was riled up by something written in my article which he says is totally untrue. I got worried. What did the subs do to my piece?

From "The couple was a picture of bliss as the camera flashes went off", it became "The couple was a picture of happiness as they posed for photo after photo."

They actually only had the chance to pose for a family portrait once.. for about 5 minutes while 2 dozen cameramen snapped away. So not much of a problem here, just some exaggeration, it happens all the time.

Then da bomb.

I realised I got the Chinese name of the Queen's baby wrong and it was nobody's fault but my own.

I did not check my notebook and that was why I put down what I remembered in my head.

I messaged my editor and called her a couple of times but she did not pick up. I hope she doesn't ignore me for the rest of the weekend because that would be absolute hell!

I feel totally sick in all senses. I just want to crawl under a rock or maybe drop a shoe onto the MRT platform then go pick it up.

I am the worst worst worst reporter in the whole wide world.

Starting anew

I suck at keeping journals.

I had tried to jot down my thought regularly since I learnt my verb agreements but somehow it never worked out.

Every time I received a new and pretty notebook, I would think "This is it. This is where I am going to write about the happy things, the sad and the loves of my life."

I think I was about nine then.

Well, when I cleared out my drawers years after I gave up on keeping a diary, I found that each of my notebooks were filled with less than 10 pages of my writing.

What valiant attempts.

The same thing happened to a blog which I started about two years ago but I want to give it a try again.

Instead of continuing on the same page, I've decided to start afresh on my new pretty notebook: blogspot.

Wish me luck.