For we must all learn to howl.

I rode on a bike today. Not a bike  bike, you know?  An honest-to-god motorbike. We'd gone for a team-bonding event today, and well the short story was that I was the burden of the group, because I started running and all of a sudden the whole world was spinning around and I was close to blacking out. It was as bad as when I found out I had BPPV. How the hell was it supposed to develop this way? I hadn't been eating odd, and I definitely knew my body wasn't that  out of shape, so... There could only have been one reason for that reaction, though it sounded pathetic even to my ears. How was I even supposed to believe that BPPV could be re-triggered by something as simple as running? It sounds pathetic, doesn't it? Sigh. Well, moving on from the disgusting bit of being a burden to the team. They were really nice, even though we all knew I was slowing them down, and they said it was just a game and it wasn't like we really had  to come in first pla...

Look at this cat. Look at it. His name is Colonel Meow, but that's hardly the point. He looks like a pillow. If he sat on a chair I'd probably sit on him without even knowing that he was a cat because I'd just think that he was a fat, fluffy pillow . Well, I'd probably get scratched for it, but whatever. I cannot get over the fact that he resembles a pillow. And he's so CUTE, he looks like a grumpy old man.

With the whole CHC saga, and with us following the story, well, I couldn't help but feel more than just a little curious about Sun Ho's supposed "talent". If you don't know who she is, or what the CHC saga is, go pick up a newspaper or open a news website - it's all over the news here.  Anyway I took a listen to this and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This lady was supposed to have a pop career of USD$25 million ? She can't sing for crap. My colleague said the music company probably said she was worth USD$25 million because that was probably the amount of money that she and her husband (and CHC) were scammed out of. USD$25 million or not, I'd rather take Rebecca Black over her, that's how bad she is. Take a listen if you want to, don't say I didn't warn you, though. I barely made it past the first minute.

She stared at him from where she stood. The man was no Adonis, that was for sure, and she never liked using that particular word - it sounded too cheesy and artificial for her taste. He was - she wondered how best to put it - a man of imperfections, but few actual flaws. He wasn't what most people would have considered incredibly attractive, but he had caught her eye. She guessed he was in his early thirties, not too old but not too young either. Even from across the train carriage she could see that he would easily tower over her, since his head barely brushed the ceiling. The train carriages weren't made for foreigners, and he was no local. He wore a button-down shirt of pale khaki, and his trousers and shoes had certainly seen better days. They weren't falling apart, but they were somewhat scruffy. Scruffy. That was the word she'd use to describe him, with his clothes and glasses and stubble.. He looked proper, but scruffy. Like someone who'd happ...

So he'd been trying and trying to break into the media industry for 10 years, and almost decided to give up. It was amazing how he was lucky to have been chosen for such a well-known event, and I think we can be almost certain that this event will open many doors for him. I'm genuinely happy for him, even though I don't know him all that well, if at all. But it got me thinking, too. What am I going to do, as a communications and media student? Because I'm just a student at this moment, but with our internship, we're seeing for the first time how quickly we're going to have to stop studying and start working. I've always been aware of it, but it's with this that I really notice how fragile this bubble is, and it's only going to last me another few years before it pops and I find myself with a choice - do I keep studying, or get a job? We've all got to choose, after all, and I doubt I want to be a permanent student. I've got to get a job then, ...

1: SOURCING FOR NEWS Click. Wait for page to load. Scan page for news updates. Go to next web page. Repeat. Find news update at last. Mentally groan when you realise you can’t use it. Go to next page. Repeat. 2: WRITING THE BULLETIN Find something that you can use. Mentally praise whatever computer/news gods exist. Start writing and curse yourself for being such an incompetent fool that you can’t even write something decent. 3: EDITING Finish writing and inform your colleague. Remind yourself to breathe as he/she edits the piece. Stop breathing anyway. Check every 5 seconds if the piece is done. Stop breathing every time because the piece is still being edited. 4: POST-EDITING Once you hear the printer whirr and grumble its way towards printing the bulletins, sneakily open up the file you wrote before and scan it for editing. Spot all the changes that have been made to your story and cry on the inside. Resolve to get better. Stress...

It's a hot day, and we've just finished with the flea market. I'm incredibly lethargic, though that could have to do with the heat.  Still wondering if I should head out, and where I could possibly go. Clarke Quay's always a good option, I like it there. The Singapore River reminds me of the canal in Otaru (although not so clean) and it's a nice enough place to just walk around.                        Otaru Canal.      I've always dreamed of going back. I've always liked the Botanical Gardens, and I've been thinking of heading there. My only problem is that I'm wearing wedges, because that's what I wore to the office on Friday and that's all I've got through the whole weekend. Slightly impractical, even though I walk just fine in them, but then they're a lot easier to take off compared to my sneakers. The Botanical Gardens would be nice, but I'm not sure if walking around there in wedges would be a smart or ...

Sitting in a cafe with a book and coffee on the table. I was supposed to meet Tish, but she's busy with work and well frankly speaking tomorrow's gone down the drain too.  I won't say much, but we fought over the fact that I wasn't happy about tomorrow. I'll admit I was angry about the fact that I had no say in the matter, but I tried to tell her that I wasn't as unyielding as I made myself out to be.  I don't like extremities, and even though I wouldn't have been happy with the situation, I would have suggested a negotiation - the meeting wouldn't have to be TOMORROW, it could easily be held the next weekend or something like that. All I needed was time to adjust to the idea of having to meet her . I didn't hate her as much as the both of them thought I did, and I was actually interested to see if we could possibly have been friends if we had first met in better, friendlier conditions. The only thing I was truly angry about was how I'd been ...

My parents have gone to China for the weekend, they took a few days off to go relax there and shop (or at least that's what my mum will be doing). Dad's prolly gonna go walking around to find some market and observe the different culture there. I like doing that too, but I usually find myself doing it on my own. Weird.  Anyway I'm staying at my aunt's house for the weekend, my parents don't trust me enough to leave me home alone for a few days.  I can understand their worry, but come now, it's not as if I'll be throwing mad parties and all. Knowing the person I am, I'll prolly just wind up on Tumblr and watching movies till 3am because there finally isn't someone to yell at me for staying up so late. I was really upset about having to stay with my aunt, because I don't like her house - it's dusty and dirty and messy and doesn't feel loved. It's not like my room, where it's messy enough but still feels comforting enough to me.  It ...

Financial stories ugh.

I don't have a habit of doing the "dear blog, today my day was so-and-so-and-so" because I personally think it's annoying as fuck. Unfortunately I'll have to do something like that. I promise it'll be as painless as I can possibly make it, just... I need to get this off my chest for a bit so I can breathe a little easier. Shitty day today. Not kidding when I say it was a shitty day.It felt like the mother of all slow news days (I was killing the refresh button, seriously) and when I did  find news stories they were either from sources I couldn't use, or I was too slow and my colleague found them before I could ask him if we could use the story for the bulletins. Way to feel useful, right? It feels like I just can't keep up, ugh.  But I'd hate myself if they had to treat me "special", if they had to purposely wait for me to find stories. I'd hate that, because what's worse than feeling useless is people treating  you like you...

I just want to run away. Funny how comforting a picture like this is to me - most others would prefer sunny, warm-looking places. I seem to prefer the Autumn-Winter type of pictures.

This is going to be a pretty long post, so consider yourself warned. One of my colleagues told me that he found this blog through my Instagram account. Well... Hello and welcome to my blog then, and there goes what little hope I had of my colleagues actually thinking I was somewhat normal (I'm kidding). But anyway, hi and salutations to all. Welcome to my dusty, slightly unloved blog. Make yourself at home, set fire to a few cobwebs if you will and try to ignore the eyes staring at you - they don't really mean much harm. As far as the internship's going it's pretty okay, what with me going for events and helping to write bulletins and all. It's all going fine, except for when I screw up and miss a point or completely miss the point of the article *winces*. I've voiced my first VO (voiceover package) and it sounded like I'd gone and smoked a bit too much spliff. Not that I have, but I'm pretty sure that's how I'd sound after a joint or two...