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Payphone by Maroon 5

Near the end of the week and I am not too tired? The inertia from Monday has passed and I'm rather indifferent to the work I have to do. Single and lacking friends means I have more free time than expected. Was a wee bit upset about my friend-less status a while back but I guess it happens. More time to listen to music, to read and exercise. I spend more time with my parents than with anyone else on this planet. Premature ageing, but at least this means I get to spend quality time with my parents. Its nice to hang out with people who are definitely on the same wavelength as you for a change. Expectations are always met, because I have been with them for the past 20 odd years... If anyone is disappointed I guess it would be them. I'm sorry Daddy and Mummy! But even so, all the years have made it a secure relationship that is all nice and comfortable. None tumultuous. Something I need emotionally. 

Rediscovered Madonna. I am in absolute disbelief at what I have been missing out. She is really insanely talented. Her music is so infectious that I found myself singing along in the office. Class 98FM plays Girl Gone Wild often enough that it feels like my personal playlist. Yes, that is the station that my office is tuned into every day, and while the songs are not the latest hits, I guess its unobtrusive enough for us to make calls. Besides, there have been feedback that the background music is nice. Not sure if that is a compliment, because that kind of means that they can hear what we are listening to... Oh well this is barely of my concern. So yes, Madonna. Not all her songs, but a good number are stuff that I wish I had listened to earlier. Interestingly, I think I like the songs that were not covered by Glee? Somehow, sometimes having a choir sing it makes it sound better. Maybe its because you pick the person to fit the song, rather than trying to make yourself fit your song. Do I make sense to you? I think my explanation is relatively pathetic...

Not sure why, but I've started taking an interest in the major fashion houses. By major, I mean fashion houses that have a haute couture show. You cannot get far more major than haute couture, because the clothes are sold in a few hundred thousand dollars, and each is tailored to fit you and come with lifetime guarantees or something. The only thing about haute couture is that you can never wear a dress twice. Not sure how rich people live, but I cannot think about not wearing an article of clothing twice. And my clothes all cost less than $150, tops. One of the main areas that I am looking at are the Asian models that are internationally recognised (feature in haute couture!). Some of them are just breathtakingly gorgeous. Other than one or two, I would not say they are pretty, but they have this quality about them that makes them so beautiful. Charisma? I wonder. I think its harder for Asian models to make it internationally, which might be why the Asian models stand out. Oh well, I shall continue my research into these decadent uncharted seas.

I wish work started earlier, but there is not much that I can do about my reporting time. Quite a waste of my morning, and it makes activities at night rather hard to do. Such an annoying situation and there is absolutely nothing that I can do about it. Well, I should be doing something to rectify the situation, or at the very least, to improve what I have to accept instead of being a whiny little girl. Will seek an arrangement that is more beneficial.

Not sure of what to blog about... for now. Do I talk about someone who is giving off mixed signals? Do I talk about how depressed I am to realise that the pay for PR people is so deplorable and similar to cheap labour? I need to find an industry that will give me a higher take home pay. Yeah, reading magazines is fun, but fun rarely gives anyone a secure and substantial income. I can toss fun if it means I get to continue enjoying hot water for the rest of my life. Not sure who, or where I got it from, but I have this relatively pragmatic streak in me that will soon evolve into a part of my personality. I need to eat. I like my conveniences. I enjoy being able to spend money on the people I love. Sure, there are ethical and moral considerations. But yeah, they are considerations. Unless I get something more substantial, this is very likely to be the last pure PR job I will do. Not worth my time.

"Good girls don't misbehave, misbehave... But I'm a bad girl anyway..."