Today was quite all right, relative to the other days, it was good. Haha. Spent time talking to the other interns at Drew & Napier and all of us are suffering from stoning (okay I don't stone I actually write) and 'reading' stuff. I can't believe they're torturing us like that. Got to know the others better today, it was quite good. But one intern, I can't believe she did it, but she actually called me a bimbo. Offensive much. I mean, I know she's not intentionally offending me, I guess she was just being honest? But still, I mean you don't even know me know me, how can you judge just like that?! It doesn't feel good. At all. At all. I feel horrid, frankly. Too horrid the feeling inside of me that I am in no mood to insert any smileys into text. Because the smileys if you notice actually lighten the mood, and now they're not helping. Let me just sulk now.



But other than that frightfully horrid comment, I guess I'm all right, I mean the girl who said was super frank about everything. I'm serious. Oh well, I'll try not to think about it. I shall just try to shake it off. I mean, it's not the first time, but the way she said it was just, I don't know, weirdly offending, it was like not a tease or taunt, it was, serious, unfortunately. Do I really give off that vibe?! I mean, like I'm an empty vessel? I never thought of it that way. I'm okay with all the teasing and joking, but she was straight-faced when she told me, totally meaning it. I mean, it sucks. To. The. Max. What ever happened to 'I'll try not to think about it'?

Today, the lot of us escaped the office by 'attending a court hearing' because the office is stiflingly boring. I am freaking serious. The only interesting thing I do is chat with interns (one-on-one intern chat) on Microsoft Outlook (thanks Bill Gates) and write in the pink/red book to Ainslie.

I'm super terrified of the jab tomorrow. I'm not using superlatives for dramatic effect by the way, I seriously feel, TERRIFIED. I haven't packed for winter. Bad. But I probably will tomorrow, while trying to plan stuff. Multi-tasker girl 92.

I have to get this off my chest. Sometimes, you know, you want to bring a message across, but you know if you do it bluntly (like the girl who called me a bimbo, arseeeee, but I shan't be dedicating anymore text to you) you'll be antagonising yourself or just give yourself a bad rep and all, and you feel like you don't want to be truthful in a blunt way. So what do you do to get the message across? Put it across tactfully, am I right? Unfortunately, some people just are not that tactful. I mean, I don't know whether it is on purpose to strike the right chord, deep and true, which then you might as well use approach #1, and just say it to my face. But nooooo, some people just think they are so tactful and keep repeating the same old trick without realising they're being pointless/ tactless completely. It's a really, potentially eye-rolling situation. Inside I really rooll my eyes, because I am only this tolerant. I shan't pretend to be the magnanimous and patient girl I'd really like to be and believe me I am working on it. But I have my limits. Like, if you want to say it to me, JUST BLOODY SAY IT, you don't need to use a third person or an anecdote to tell me. Just say, I AM NOT TELLING YOU EVERYTHING, AND I DON'T INTEND TO, I SHALL HINT AT YOU SO THAT YOU WILL ASK ME TO TELL YOU, or ASK ME SOMETHING ABOUT _______ (insert event/situation/person/whatever pleases), instead of going one freaking big round, because while you go that big round, on the other side, I am totally rolling my eyes at you. I don't know I always get the vibe that you want me to feel/react to it, and I will intentionally not react/feel like how you want me to. Because you're doing it the wrong way. You want me to do something, just say, don't ask me to read into it (which I will, but won't react). Sorry, that's me, being excessively emphatic about this topic which has been bugging me since forever, and even though I actually don't feel so strongly about, all the time it is accumulated, really brings out the worst. &I doubt you'll even know it is you, although you know I still love you despite all of this. I just don't like you when you do it. (It's like the cookie-boy thing, I love you mummy, but I don't like you all the time.)

Okay I know I had an itch to just delete the entire paragraph because of the strong and possibly negative connotations it carried, but you know, I have to post something I feel this emphatic about once in a while (&a long while at that).

I wish everything were Peaches & Cream (or Strawberries & Cream, to be specific)

I trimmed my bangs today and finished the chocolate cake. Like the whole log, after 10pm. Shoot me.

Today, I think I am just frustrated at the tigtness of my schedule - JCLP (can you say boredom?), OCIP lugguage-packing, OGL prep, HR Challenge (seriously, blast this.), meet-ups, birthdays, and the bloody list goes on, the worst thing about this December is that I won't even be in Singapore when my sister, who I haven't seen in a year, gets back from the UK (with my Marc Jacobs jeanzzzz wrong timing though, because I should need the jeans for the winter trip.) I really want to swear. I really want to, but I shall not, because I've done my fair share of it a few years back, it doesn't do anything to my feelings.

Can't wait for episode 12 of Glee to come out. Soon. Keep Holding On is mighty touching.

I am grumpy, happy, confused, upset, excited, frustrated and irated all at the same time. Oh, wonders never cease. Plus afraid. Of the vaccination.


Su (mixed mixed mixed)