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Consumerism rules and materialism is the only way to combat modern life.
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Days are passed numbingly and mindlessly, differentiated only by what I did and what I bought. I don’t feel anything. It’s beginning to worry me the way work has been worrying.
One of the more fun things I did lately was to go KTV with the various music label executives. We really sang who we represented lor. It was hilarious the way one would go mock-accusingly “Aiya see, I don’t know how to sing this song. Why? Because you never give me the album. Then I cannot help you 发扬光大” and another would look at the numbers (at PartyWorld, the figures on the right stand for how many times a song request has been made) and exclaim “ah, so low the numbers, let me contribute to the statistics and sing this song.”
Then there’s ABC concert with MayDay, Chen Sheng and Pin Guan. I had this epiphany which lasted for a few days: Ah Shin is super shuai can. I know this realization runs ridiculously late given that they have been around for years. I also couldn’t help but think of the past when Ah Shin sang 温柔 – yeah so I first heard it when he sang to me when we first went out together. Shit. Obviously, I need to read That Book again. It’s so Passe.
Sandy’s concert. It was okay. Actually, she looked and sounded great but I attended more out of professional obligations. Then there were heart-wrenching songs like It Wasn’t Meant To Be, 听说爱情回来过 whereby I successfully projected my state of mind. Visited St James Power Station thereafter for a private party. So I only ventured as far as Berlini Room. Food was cold and terrible.
Went to Corrine May’s Christmas concert so that I can personally ascertain her appeal and judge for myself. She’s best alone on stage without the accompaniment of any choir and any instruments beyond whatever is in her hands and lovingly played/strummed by her. Everyone and everything else on stage is extra. And of course, my last Christmas concert happened to be in Chijimes together with whoever blah blah. Period. Bygones. Over. Next.
So after a failed attempt to club at Babyface post-concert, refuge was successfully sought in the ironically named City Space. There’s no space for me here in the city, much less my thoughts, and we ain’t even talking about feelings yet!
Watched The Holiday. Watched Eragon.
(Why, why are there no D&D movies in the pipeline. Leonardo would make a gd Raistlin. Brad can be Cameron. Role reversal is just as fine)
This is Depressing. This is Tragic. I am Pathetic.
I suspect what happened, happens, when I try to convince myself life was once better because it has hit another emotional low professionally. That’s me wishing I’m faring better in the romance department since works sucks so.
Nevertheless, I’m determined not to be unhappy. Yes, Not Unhappy is fine as being Happy seems rather stretched.
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If you are wondering why there’s no mention of Mr Dimples lately, it’s because I think he has joined the list of male casualties I have under my belt. Honestly, I have no idea what happened either.
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In more positive news, I bought a Coach hat and wallet. The former for $89.70 and the latter was mine for $172.50. Both were heavily marked down – 70% off the original price. So all in all, I saved $600+ and was very pleased with myself. Especially when I have been eyeing the wallet since 2 years ago and never did bring myself to buy it – I saw it dropping down to $375 from $575 and walked away. Then when I returned into the store subsequently, I no longer saw it displayed on the shelves. Now it’s back and the price has plummeted this low, I would be a fool not to snap it up!!!
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I leave you with my opening line: Consumerism rules and materialism is the only way to combat modern life.
*
Days are passed numbingly and mindlessly, differentiated only by what I did and what I bought. I don’t feel anything. It’s beginning to worry me the way work has been worrying.
One of the more fun things I did lately was to go KTV with the various music label executives. We really sang who we represented lor. It was hilarious the way one would go mock-accusingly “Aiya see, I don’t know how to sing this song. Why? Because you never give me the album. Then I cannot help you 发扬光大” and another would look at the numbers (at PartyWorld, the figures on the right stand for how many times a song request has been made) and exclaim “ah, so low the numbers, let me contribute to the statistics and sing this song.”
Then there’s ABC concert with MayDay, Chen Sheng and Pin Guan. I had this epiphany which lasted for a few days: Ah Shin is super shuai can. I know this realization runs ridiculously late given that they have been around for years. I also couldn’t help but think of the past when Ah Shin sang 温柔 – yeah so I first heard it when he sang to me when we first went out together. Shit. Obviously, I need to read That Book again. It’s so Passe.
Sandy’s concert. It was okay. Actually, she looked and sounded great but I attended more out of professional obligations. Then there were heart-wrenching songs like It Wasn’t Meant To Be, 听说爱情回来过 whereby I successfully projected my state of mind. Visited St James Power Station thereafter for a private party. So I only ventured as far as Berlini Room. Food was cold and terrible.
Went to Corrine May’s Christmas concert so that I can personally ascertain her appeal and judge for myself. She’s best alone on stage without the accompaniment of any choir and any instruments beyond whatever is in her hands and lovingly played/strummed by her. Everyone and everything else on stage is extra. And of course, my last Christmas concert happened to be in Chijimes together with whoever blah blah. Period. Bygones. Over. Next.
So after a failed attempt to club at Babyface post-concert, refuge was successfully sought in the ironically named City Space. There’s no space for me here in the city, much less my thoughts, and we ain’t even talking about feelings yet!
Watched The Holiday. Watched Eragon.
(Why, why are there no D&D movies in the pipeline. Leonardo would make a gd Raistlin. Brad can be Cameron. Role reversal is just as fine)
This is Depressing. This is Tragic. I am Pathetic.
I suspect what happened, happens, when I try to convince myself life was once better because it has hit another emotional low professionally. That’s me wishing I’m faring better in the romance department since works sucks so.
Nevertheless, I’m determined not to be unhappy. Yes, Not Unhappy is fine as being Happy seems rather stretched.
*
If you are wondering why there’s no mention of Mr Dimples lately, it’s because I think he has joined the list of male casualties I have under my belt. Honestly, I have no idea what happened either.
*
In more positive news, I bought a Coach hat and wallet. The former for $89.70 and the latter was mine for $172.50. Both were heavily marked down – 70% off the original price. So all in all, I saved $600+ and was very pleased with myself. Especially when I have been eyeing the wallet since 2 years ago and never did bring myself to buy it – I saw it dropping down to $375 from $575 and walked away. Then when I returned into the store subsequently, I no longer saw it displayed on the shelves. Now it’s back and the price has plummeted this low, I would be a fool not to snap it up!!!
*
I leave you with my opening line: Consumerism rules and materialism is the only way to combat modern life.
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