Farewell

Well here it is, my last day in a company I detested for
the longest time. Actually, just 10 months, but still.

I've gone through my roughest patch with ben while
working here as an intern, survived a horrid director,
seen my manager leave, carrying their tasks, helping
my general manager with his letters..

I've contemplated lunches with devon on msn,
scheming horrible things and laughing at them. I've
gone to heng's table at least 5 times a day to discuss
the silliest things- from make up to blog stalking.

I've met ben during his breaks, or after his school
ends, and given him little kisses in between.

And now that I have a chance to leave, I am suddenly
afraid. I am afraid to lose the ties I have made, and forget
the things that I have done while here.

Even as I'm typing this while clearing my desk, I can
already feel memories seeping away from me. It's so scary.

But what is life without new chapters isn't it?
I have learnt so much here, and spent nights tossing and
turning over due projects and press releases etc.

Now it is time to go.

15 minutes more and I will never enter this office again.

500 days of Summer, 2 minutes of Paul

I rewatched 500 Days of Summer yesterday, and I

realized something that I did not notice the first time

I watched the movie.

No one watched Paul.
(shall insert his face in case many of you ignored it)

At least, not me. Until yesterday, and the only reason
for that was because I was like, "HEYYYYYY that's
the guy I like from Criminal Minds!!!"

And that was about it. The rest of the time, I was more
concentrated on how heartbreaking it was that Tom
was being ditched like a sad bitch whilst Regina Spektor's

Hero played in the background.

*note to self: never play that song during a breakup, you

might as well dig your own grave and die.

Then it came to the last part. Probably the 400 something

day, and some of the dudes started talking about love,

and then Paul (the dude from criminal minds) said,

"I guess I just got lucky, um.. We met in Elementary School,
in 7th grade we had the same class schedule, and uh.. we
just clicked. You know, technically, the girl of my dreams
would probably have like, a really bodacious rack, you know
uh.. probably different hair.. and yeah, you know she'd probably
be a little more into sports. But um.. truthfully, Robin's better.
Robin's better than the girl of my dreams. She's real."

(MIND YOU, IT TOOK ME A LOT OF SEARCHING
ON GOOGLE FOR THIS FUCKING QUOTE. EVERYONE
ELSE ONLY CARES ABOUT HOW MUCH SUMMER
THOUGHT THEY WERE LIKE "SID AND NANCY". SO
I PAINSTAKINGLY WROTE DOWN WORD FOR WORD
FROM THE CB YOUTUBE VIDEO.)

Anyway, back to what I was saying, everyone was so focused on
the whole sadness of the story, that they did not notice this one happy
part.

There are guys out there, who do think you're way more beautiful
than you would give yourself credit for. And despite saying that
Jessica Alba's the best thing to happen to men, they never dare tell
you that you are the best thing that's happened to them.

I guess if I was in some shitfucked relationship, I'd have probably
cancelled that dude's voice out. No one's ever that lucky to have
met in Elementary School. But I know some people who've been lucky
to have met after they each divorced, or after their partner died.

So the point is, for those people who have cried buckets over the
loss of their "summer" and are looking for "autumn", I say please give
up all that drama.

Why not settle instead for someone like Paul?

Skincare

As I think I have mentioned before, I would like to
set up a skincare blog. I am in the midst of it, and
I find that I have almost no time to set up a proper
template - hence, nothing has been actually done.

Or, should I say, nothing concrete has actually been
done. I wrote a few posts, got angry at how ugly
the blog looked, and then just put it aside.

I hope I do get back to it... sometime soon.

Wish me luck because I'm going to get meself a
niece come this June/July and I doubt I am going to
want to do anything else besides try to get her hand
to grasp my little finger and just looking at her chest
rise and fall as she sleeps.

I am so excited just thinking about her petal lips and her
bald scalp littered with a few fine strands of hair!

Oh I am so going to kiss the crap out of her face.
And body.

That sounded so wrong. I can imagine myself just
breathing deeply while watching over her cot and just
staring at her. Like some kind of psycho paedo stalker.

I AM GETTING A NIECE! A NIECE!
I have already been harrassing my sis-in-law's preggy
tums and calling out the baby's name (to get kicks in response!).

Too excited already. Cannot take it.

Okay I am going to stop here before I start sounding
like I deserve to be on criminal minds.

38 Days

There's 38 days to go for me, and I really wish time
would fly by just a little bit quicker.

All this time, since I hit 20, I've found that time flies
by way faster than I need it to - hence, all these
unwanted fine lines, open pores, bad body aches,etc.

But no, once it comes down to waiting for months/days,
time just decides to be a bitch to me....

I'm waiting for 2 things now.

1) My boyfriend to get back
2) Somethinggggggggggggggggggg
(Which happens in 38 days)

And the 1st is already taking ages. He's only been gone
for 16 days but it feels like 2 months!? OMG I JUST
WANT HIM TO COME BACK SO THE 2ND
THING WILL HAPPEN FASTER!!!!!!!!!!!

Not sex.

I know you're thinking that, asshole.

But I don't have to wait 38 days for sex, since
Ben is getting back in 12 days suckers. I suppose
that was too much information...........

ANYWAY MY THEORY IS: After Ben gets back,
everything's going to go in fast forward.

Graduation, saying goodbye to my company, cutting
my hair... AND SOMETHING.

BEN CAN YOU JUST GET THE FUCK BACK!?

I know I'm only using him as a tool to get time to
pass faster (which I suppose works because we've already
hit one year and I don't even know that passed so fast!?)
but please understand I cannot wait any longer.

This post makes no sense except to those dearest to me.

I apologize for this shitfucked post.