Busy

Music: That’s Not My Name – The Ting Tings

 I have been busy dealing with whatever has been thrown on my plate. I got most of it dealt with and this week was a pretty good week, if I say so myself.

 Aside from checking out the various Summer sales, I am working on a new project. One I hope I’ll be launching in the coming weeks. Stay tuned!

 

 

Friday

Music: Bang On – The Breeders

 Friday came and went and it was pretty good judging by the week I had. I got the thing I need to do over and done with and I am so relieved that I don’t ever have to do it again.

 I got the news that I might not have to do another module this semester after all. I have enough credits to proceed on and I am just waiting to hear back on the confirmation so I am hoping and praying that I don’t have to spend extra time and money on what essential to me is completely unnecessary and uninspiring. Funny how that worked out because I was completely ready to pay and submit the paper work for the extra module when I felt something or someone was telling not to pay for it first at the back of my head and there were 2 other people in the queue in front of me and they were taking a long time so I decided to submit it the next day and it so happened that I got the news that there was a possibility that I might not need to after all so I hoping this is a good thing.

 I got a call from my cellphone service provider during the week and this chick told me that they will be sending over a $200 voucher to get a new cellphone and a 50% discount on my plan for the next 12 months to thank me for being a ‘valuable customer’. Gone are the days that I had $500 monthly phone bills but I have spend thousands of dollars on phone calls and such and it’s ridiculous on hindsight but I got the money eventually. I have 1 month to make use of the voucher and I finally decided on the phone I am going to get just yesterday (LG KS20). I am in need of a new phone since phones and me don’t get along very well for long. I drop them, I toss them around, they fall apart and I get a new one. That’s kinda my routine. I am also waiting for Ziios’ official paperwork to come in so an account can be set up at Nokia and that can be used as a barter point for a cellphone of my choice. If someone’s going to give me a free phone, i might as well pick the most expensive one ay? Which is just what I am going to do. I have already submitted my choices and I shall wait and see.

 I was deciding a gift for myself for getting through this week and my thing on Friday. It was between a Marc Jacobs watch and a Comme Des Garcons cardigan. I have decided to go with the cardigan. I’ll pop by the store when I have time. I just hope they have the exact one I want in the store here.

 

Shit

Music: Girls! Girls! Girls! – Liz Phair

 My week just got screwed. I found out yesterday that I have to take another module this semester which will be fine and all if I haven’t already done it 2 years ago. Now I have to redo the stupid subject again and it’s just a major bummer because of the extra time it’ll take and the extra cost that would have been better off being blown at Balenciaga, Club 21 or Barney’s. I need Friday to go extra well and I get what I want and then maybe the week will end on a better note.

 I’m just pissed at myself. I hate my major, I hate my occasional decisions made on impulse and I detest people. Hate is too strong a word but I just can’t stand people. I don’t want to talk to anyone, I don’t to smile, I don’t want to think of anything. I just want to be done with this whole overrated-ness. 

 I’m not saying all this because of what happened this week. I’ve felt this way for a long time now. Give me the option of whether to exist or dissipate into star-dust come tomorrow and I will pick the latter. I don’t see a levity that comes associated with things and events. They’re just things and events and they fade as soon as they come.

 I found out today that there’s a pervert living in the next block. I was coming back from the gym and waiting for the lift so I started reading the notices on the board. There is this man living in the next block that has been going around inviting kids to come up to his apartment; enticing them with candies; to take photographs with him. And these kids tell their parents and their parents bring it up to the police and now they’re on the lookout for a suspicious candy-man. Seriously, this pervert needs some older jerk-off materials. It’s like fucking leave the kids alone.

 Pick on someone who has grown a full set of adult teeth. Maybe I’m just jealous that I’m too old for this lecher. You know if I was ever approached by him, what with my rage these days, I’ll stick his camera so far up his ass, he’ll be shitting photo printers.

 

Comprehensive

Music: Cold Shoulder – ADELE

 I slept lots during the weekend. But it’s still not enough, it’s never enough. I feel a little more rested so I guess it’s good. I stocked up on essentials, shrank my pores, made a list of things I want which I intend to strike off by the end of the year. It should be fun.

 I cannot wait for next week to be over. I cannot wait to get it all over and done with, so I can really chill, celebrate and drink Choya while watching TV. I also cannot wait for this period of uncertainty to be over; for the steady flow for income again. And the feeling of accomplishment.

 I met Rno for lunch during the week where he explained just why he didn’t get my Balenciaga sandals. It was all a matter of logistics and location. But he’s going to New York next week and he’s going to fulfill his promise to get me the pair of sandals I have been lusting for. So I can’t wait till Friday when I get this thing I have to do out of the way and I get a confirmation from Rno that he got my sandals.

 I’ve been on a magazine spree where I am seeking high and low for a perfect men’s fashion magazine. I’ve had enough of the usual men’s magazines where it’s like 5 pages of fashion and then the rest of the magazine being filled with articles I don’t give a shit about; the ones I read and then forget the moment I flip the page. If you want to call yourself a fashion magazine, then stick to fashion and grooming. I don’t need to know about vintage scotch or what women really think because I hate scotch and I can just buy my sisters coffee and rattle off a list of questions for them to answer. Of course, you have the 4 times a year GQ Style issue (that I just bought 2 days ago) but I don’t think there is a comprehensive magazine just for fashion and grooming for men. Or maybe I haven’t found it yet.

 It was just like how I bought a magazine catered to gay men during the weekend. I had no idea it was a gay magazine until I reliased that there were ads where 2 male individuals were being very intimate and of personal lubricants. My first thought was that this was a very liberal men’s magazine. It was all fluff anyway, I didn’t learn anything new and the fashion spread was weak. Which was very disappointing given the fact of how gay men do certain things better.

 I guess I’ll have to keep searching..

 

Want

Music: I’m Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You – Black Kids

 Club 21’s been sending me invites and mailers to sales and summer collection launches. There is a 20% store wide sale at the Club 21 store at The Four Seasons just for today along with champagne. I was also encouraged to spend money in the month of April at any Club 21 store to receive a Haagen Dazs voucher and Spinelli’s vouchers in the month of May. There’s nothing in the stores here that I want. The very 2 items; both Balenciaga, I want, can’t be bought in Singapore and I am very disappointed.

  I have to call Balenciaga up in Paris to track down this pair of sandals I’ve drooled over for months. I have to get it, one way or another. So I am hoping that they can somehow ship it to me here.

 I think some people need to start wearing deodorant when they work out. I was at the gym an hour or so ago and I was the only one until this guy came in. He was in his running shorts and his nylon singlet; his pits exposed and all. When he came close to me to ask if I was using a set of weights, I immediately cringed. He smelt like a mixture of bad eggs, sweat and cooked oil. It was worst when he started working out and sweating some more. So even though it might sound a tad ridiculous to even bother with cosmetics when you’re heading to the gym but really, I don’t think it’s too much to ask if some people cultivated the habit of just slapping on some deodorant or talcum powder under their arms before they leave the house.

 I think that little action will make the world a better place. Or at the very least, smell better.