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

this whole arty exposure have lead me to conclude than i do want to something more meaningful in life, rather than to wank off my emotional baggage on a canvas while basking in its limelight with a wine glass in one hand.

weed, wine, women

what pisses one off will only make one stronger. don’t need to reach a level of fatality.
eg. arrogance, superiority, social stigma

fuckers.

People are not as unique, I’m not as unique, she’s not as unique. I’m in this pfff-ed mode where banality is more interesting than being interesting itself. Call it the mid-month syndrome.

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.

:(

i don’t know if you know how i feel, but i will truly, insanely miss this city, like a lover in departure. oh no. sob.

The amount of money I have earned this year and spent it almost all at one shot (by default) could fund a couple of weddings, in a few Turkish village.

A fortune reader once told me that I have a knack for earning alot of money quick, and also spent it all in a jiffy. I have to break this curse, for the second half of the equation that is.

i’ve lost interest in cigs. pretty sad about it.

“The hotel has been designed to meet the expectations of the textile companies and businessmen in the “Comfort” concept, it is an elegant building located in the city center.”

Frankly it is an eye sore - design targeting burly old men owning textile stores passed down from their forefathers. What ‘the expectations…’?!

Maybe hundred years down the road, it’ll turn into kitsch (and trendy), but for this era it’s just plain bad taste. They are meeting us today for marketing consultancy. I.cant.do.this. It’s against my principles.

i absolutely hate people whose first words uttered when they wake up are “i’m bored” and same goes before they sleep. there are too many things to do within twenty four hours a day,

good food to eat
good books to read
good movies to watch
good music to discover
people to help
people to meet
new people to stumble upon

and museums, they are mostly free you know
and educational
and those kids, if you could spare your boredom and reach out to them, maybe just maybe you could solve your problem and someone else’s as well

god.damn.it.

seriously, men have to realize that it doesn’t take a penis to make the world go round.

i can’t wait to blardy get out of this place. stupid fake plastic fuckers of the universe.

on the other hand, two and half days left. to make something happen.

Days have been filled with a myriad of activities ranging from tennis to rounders to yoga to football to ushering hundreds of kids into a shopping mall. We managed to slot in Kungfu Panda into the itinerary.

As the appointed dj for a pg-rated ‘disco night’, i had to make a list of songs i should “spin” for age 12 and below. Somewhere in between macarena and mamma mia, a few ten year olds came up to me and asked if i have benny bennasi and cascada (!!!). TEN YEAR OLDS! Then i’m reminded - oh i’m in europe. It’s all about the HTT baby.

*housetrancetechno

There has been much drama in a week’s worth. Russian boys bashing up the turks. turkish girls spreading rumours about the russian taking drugs. Two girls saw someone sniffing what looks like a tissue paper from afar and said “i saw them taking cocaine”. I had to stomach the hilarity of it all and pretended to be the concern house leader..that’s not how you do cocaine darling, believe me. Three little princesses decided to blow up the matter (because it’s fun having something to cry about) and have the turkish embassy in europe to jump onboard. The director of russian airline called from his motherland (who happens to be some kid’s dad) asking why was the bus to an excursion was delayed.

UK’s economy receives a boost during this time of the year because these kid spends 200pounds on average on chocolates, pencils and erasers in summer camps (each week).

“Erm, can I get my credit card. No another one also. Also when I have my 250 pounds?”

And today, I have to refresh my pretentious knowledge on yoga.
I’m holding classes on Monday evenings, from today onwards!

Oh and ehm I really really hate English weather.

cv writer’s block.

urgh.

no ny no ny nope.

working in real time starts now.

th greatest comfort can be the biggest bane.

sleep empty sleep.