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| My eyes hurt
I NEED SOME SLEEP
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| I've been working for the past 4 months on a major magazine project for The United Arab Emirate's 38th National Day, and I've just been invited to their annual dinner reception happening tomorrow at the Grand Hyatt, Singapore!
To be honest, I wasn't expecting to be invited at all, knowing that only my boss represents the company every year, but the embassy people thought I should be there to get to meet the advertisers in person!
It reminded me once again to be grateful for everything I have, because not every 20 year old in the design industry gets an opportunity to be invited to such a prestigious event where ministers of Singapore and rulers of the UAE gather in a ballroom having dinner and celebrating the nation's birth. (and of cos, the boring part.. listening to speeches after speeches..)
Wow, I am simply overwhelmed, and I feel so so privileged. | | |
| Even up to this point, at the last week of my stay in this current home, my dad is still trying to convince me to live with him.
His efforts are quite funny actually, though rather upsetting to be living apart, but at least grateful that we're on good terms!
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| Thanks to John Tay (I never thought I will say this), I have woken up.
PTL 4EVER | | |
| Woke up this morning, left the house to find the built-in closet that contains shoes opened and ransacked.
Also, Tanya's diesels were left nicely perched on the top on the staircase towards the 4th level, which was really odd. Was really annoyed thinking how irresponsible she was by leaving the cupboards open and shoes amiss. And got even more annoyed that the neighbours were probably thinking that we were irresponsible people so I left her a text, and she called back saying that the cupboards were already open when she left at 5am, but about the shoes, she had no idea.. which was really really odd...
Which meant.. SOMEONE HAS RANSACKING OUR CUPBOARDS!!!!!
Eerie.
On another note, I don't know why this is so difficult for me, I would never have thought that this would be added on to my already abounding stack of issues, but it did and I don't know how to react to it. Maybe I think too much, maybe I am too sensitive, maybe I am just being overwhelmed by everything that has happened this year, and this was the final blow, the one that broke all rivers and wells in my soul.
Nobody is to blame except myself.
A month or so to my 21st birthday, and I am wishing that all the drama would stop. | | |
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