Photos of recent stuff I did

Yeslam Launch at Starhill Gallery


My Yeslam Launch team


Me and my colleague at the Armani/Casa launch


My Armani/Casa team at the Launch of Armani/Casa boutique in Starhill Gallery

Drained...

Goshdarnittohell! My colleagues stumbled upon my blog! If you are reading this, you know who you are. All my angst and disgusting self-indulgent rantings.... (like this one) will be known! Oh woe is me... *put back of hand to forehead and swoons*

Oh, who the heck cares?! I don't.

Life has been nothing but one project after another, one press release after another, one more deck and another and another and ANOTHER! And the worst thing is that I have to do other people's work, despite numerous reminders for them to take more responsibility, despite the fact that we agreed to split up work and yet all of it still lands in my lap! Why must I take responsibility for someone else's work? They say it's called being a grown up, I call it being a bloody stupid, naive sucker.

As though I don't have enough work already, as though I have not been pushing 16 hours a day for the past 3 weeks and 14 hours a day for the past 5! And coming in to weekends as well! Why is it that she gets to go off gallavanting and I'm stuck here? Is it fair? Hell no! But can I do anything about it? Sure, QUIT. Like someone like to say, "if you can't take the heat, get out". I'm that close to saying to hell with it all. I feel like one of those lava vents under the sea, pumping out boiling water but no one knows or see because I'm just a tiny dot in the vast ocean.

I really feel like blowing up, like hurling a chair through the window and watching it plummet 11 storeys down and crashing into someone's Civic or Accord.

If it weren't for my AE coming in tomorrow, I think I would have.

I feel really, really tired...

New year, new promotion

Yeah, I got promoted. I'm a PR Consultant now. It's the equivalent as an Account Manager in the advertising industry. They promoted me in December last year but I forgot to blog about it until now. Hey, I'm busy and blogging no longer resides in my priority list.

It used to be something I did everyday and sometimes I would blog a couple of times a day. But no longer. I realised that I was using blogging to vent my feelings that I could not do otherwise. I didn't want to vent to my friends because to be honest, I didn't want their opinions. I just wanted to tell the world how I felt without being judge. I realised now, how childish and immature that was.

I've started keeping a journal again to write my deepest, darkest, angsy thoughts and feelings. I've forgotten how nice it was to physically scratch pen to paper. It's almost like using a fountain pen to pen a letter on onion paper to a penpal. Ahh... the good old days. Haha.

A nightmare or a premonition?

Black columns of billowing smoke rises above what was once a city. Now, it bears little semblance to the once vibrant towers of prosperity. Beneath the scorched skies, lie bits of debris; debris comprising of steel, cement and human flesh. Home’s a wasteland, a basin of death and decay. The aftermath seems serenely silent, seemingly innocent to the blinded. Slowly, a hand, an arm then a head gingerly pushes through the rubble. Dazed and dying, battered bodies begin to emerge from where they had fallen. A bone-chilling scream splits the heavy air like a knife. A mother holds her child to her bloody bosom, her charred head bowed in grief, and later both bodies bowed in death.

Do you see death? Do you see forgiveness? Do you even care…?