all begins with L

on why i’m at peace: this is a cut&paste so don’t be offended. )

“Alright, here we go.

Eight months on and I am declaring that my quarter life crisis is coming to a proper wrap. After series of interviews, taking aims and pursuing ‘proper’ jobs, I walked away from the last interview feeling utterly relieved knowing that I wouldnt be taking up the position despite putting on a good show.

After an hour of grilling the CEO looked at me and say that I am not one who value sales as much as marketing. I looked at him and went “absolutely.” We all know that a good product is a matter of being communicated, sales is a by-bonus end results. Chey-bah. )

After which I recommended him a good restaurant to have lunch in and he asked me to join him. But then I thought my time with him that day was already over stretched.

I am however meeting him again for possible collaboration. I’m beginning to embrace this mantra of working with people, not for people, even if you’re in a company. And that’s exactly what I’m gearing on with this coffee stint.

True enough, couple of weeks down the road, I saw the present in light. I start to work with what’s around me, my customers, my colleagues, the bosses and just working with the present value.

After seven months I’ve gradually make known to the managers of what I really want to do professionally and right now I’m co-interior designing the new coming cafe these guys are setting up. End of August I’ll be heading to Italy for the Biennale.

Coming back I’ll be starting an introductory course on Interior Design, not a masters nor a bachelor but a starting point. I’m beginning to love London for what it’s worth. Even today taking a new bus route home, I chance upon a road I’ve yet to stroll by.

It hasn’t been easy, I’ve made fools out of myself and still catching myself doing so at times, I’ve gotten quiet lately, perhaps having something to do makes you talk less, and if you talk less then you’ll really find something to do. The equation seems to work at present moment.”

THE FOLLOWING IS NOT CUT&PASTE, SO PAY ATTENTION. )

well, yes the ceo extended a dinner invitation next week. why not. and there’s a new distraction in town. when i get a name, i’ll let you know.

i found an interior design course from st martin which i’ll be signing up for when i get back from Italy. starts in October. Lola leaves London for good tomorrow, i’m quite sad about it actually.

i kinda fought with Sanran, I don’t know how to put it across to him that I can’t be friends with him anymore unless we completely put aside this intimacy.

on a more trivial note, i’m meeting ms. elizaveta tomorrow.

man?women?man?women? is never the question. )

you, i miss, as always.

now what next
for the coming decade

ps. i miss the family

one word: italy

dear Q,

hehehehehehehahahahahahehee

hahaha.. hehe.

it has been while darling.

weed, wine, women

next paycheck will go to the iPhone.

absolutely adore the hat.

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everyone wants a piece of the snowman.

the frenchie has booked her train tic on april 2nd, and booked me a dinner lined up in the front row with kaki king.

yay.

it’s snowing!!!!

i did spit and whine in the morning saying if it’s going to be this cold, god damn it let it snow.
and it did!!!!

i’m happy, just like that.

weekend feels more like a weekend when you were being productive the entire week before, and hell i deserve this. darwin exhibition, orhan pamuk’s short stories, perhaps coffee in a nondescript cafe tuck somewhere in the southern bank.

no, no more coffee.

:)

we all need that one frivalous reason to escape and smile silly
never mind the grumpy faces and hour long train rides

on a side note
tamping, steaming, watch the dripping

on what i do now for a living.

yea, i’d like to keep this one

as a friend

so i’m a bit hesitant this time around

with the ego

and the libido.

being here earns me the same amount of money as i would back home, and if you think i’m losing out on building a portfolio for the ‘job market’ you’re wrong. every one here is doing the same thing. post graduate, earning and traveling and free falling.

i think it’s called the global market.

noted that this space has been abandoned temporarily. only because i’ve been totally unproductive for the past month.
finally got myself a job and half a room to rent. met a few people that i can spend weekends feeding on floaty art pieces, with half a pint in hand.

two hours and thirty one minutes, and it’ll be exactly one month.

“she said take on me, and i heard take me home.”

oh, happier, crazier, and it can only get better. to all.

there’s a certain ritual to ushering in the new year, or rather if you’re a less futuristic person (with a history major) you would say instead, ‘to wrap up the year’. And they are almost accurately as follows:

a) reading old letters/blog post
b) scrolling through phone numbers
c) and delete those you’d probably not need to remember about (or pursue) in the new phase of your life
d) decide whether you really should delete their numbers
e) chart how old your virtual pets are, namely your blog, your flickr acccount, your twitter account, ourchart account, hotmail account??!
f) re reading certain post and stomach a guffaw, re re re reading another post
g) that brings a trip down memory lane that turns into another lane, then goes waaay into the back lane
h) and go “omg C, look what i found!!”
i) and go bloody hell! my blog is turning three!

the flings, the affairs, the trials, the pursuits, the fantasies that partially morphed into bitter sweet realities, here we we go again.

if the adrenaline of having a crush has an inverse quantum relation to hunger, i’ll be one to attest to it.