sex sells

i was watching my housewives today. and i saw a horrible horrible ad. this guy gets bombed with birdshit, then he steps in dog poop. then he enters a lucky draw n wins a new phone. wtf? so the next time shit happens, u noe what to do. enter the fu8kin lucky draw, won't ya. get the stinkin' first prize. or jus stinkin'.

what il-logic.

other ads that proves the age old adage (i just had to say that) that sex sells.. perfume ads. boss, calvin klein, britney's scent.. (sweat? i duno nor care what its called) i admit, the model for boss is a blondhunkyyummy but wtf? who actually buys this shit? hey all u geeks out there, come on, newest technology, just a whiff of thiS will morph u into a greek god with abs! just like that bod on screen! pure pheromone, baby. u buy that? guys? ok nvm. girls? hey, my boyfriend maybe not very cute la, but he use hugo boss okay.. don't play play..

gack.

despicable. the fact that these salacious ads do catch my attention doesn't excuse the bloody industry using soft porn to coerce all us poor gullible buyers.

on the other hand, how nice to work with those delicious male models all the time. maybe i should go into advertising.

hey, i said it's despicable. i never said it doesn't work.

when u can't beat em.. bonk em.

(pardon me. must be desperate housewives putting ideas in my innocent mind. feel free to puke.)

sigh. im watching too much tv. what to do, it's my job, yeah we (ahem) editors can tell people how we just sit around watching the tv all day.. 'the' tv, not tv..

gah. im going to sleep.

ooh ooh ohh. just one last mention. if u watch nip/tuck, lookout for this absolutely gorgeous young guy, son of the blond plastic surgeon.. what a drooler.. heh.

ok i give up.

sweet dreams.

(heh)

sigh

im in school. again. when will i ever get out of this place?! im here editing.. sigh. i think i can label myself freelance editor already. how ironic when i was tearing my hair out editing FYP and i swore never to touch or go near any videos for a looong time..

ok minor news aside, HOWARD LOST!! yesterday nite.. ohh.. sobs.. .poor poor howie.. poor sweet howie.. poor sweet lonely howie.. hmm.. i wonder if he'll want my number?? heh heh..

well.. i sort of got the feeling he'll lose.. denise chose wolfgang's "manly charms" (PUKE) over howie's boyish romance.. aww.. sigh.

said the other secret fan to me, when denise told howie he lost:-

"That was the most crushing painful moment of television history ever."

powerful statement that. r we a leetle caught up in this 'reality' series? well..

who cares?! he lost!! sobs.. hmm i hope he gets feature for the next eye for a girl instead.. ahh.. audition, anyone?

heh heh heh heh heh..

fortune favours the bold

so if ur brave, u get lucky. capisce? i dunno if i agree. what about all the times i'm not brave? wait, am i even brave to start with? so, maybe not. so do i have continual bad luck? or does fortune not mean luck in this case, but fortune as in FORTUNE? money? oh. is that why im always broke?? ... ?! well, never mind.

in the instance of not being able to write about the things i want to write about, i am writing whatever comes to the top of my head, because i can, and because i am trying not to think about the things i don't want to think about but which i can't help thinking about because i can't talk about it so i think about it but i don't want to.

i just failed sentence construction, didn't i. once, in lit class, a teacher returned my essay scribbling that i should ask my GP teacher for help because obviously i have a problem constructing sentences. i was so mad, i felt like punching him. how dare he pronounce me illiterate (or whatever u call it) after reading a two page essay which i dumped out in twenty minutes during the lecture before his class? asshole.

maybe he read my blog entries when i forgot fullstops in favour of getting whatever it is i want to say out of the way. not that im always successful there either. hmm.

i watched eye for a guy finale part 1 just now. yes, i have been unashamedly following each n every episode as much as i could, even when i was working nite shift (yes u read 'was' more about that later). i went to the coffee machine above which there's a tv and i stood there for ten mins delightedly watching howard profess his feelings for denise. it was sooooo sweet.. yeah im a sucker but i was honestly taken in by his boyish charm. yup i prefer boyz2men. har har. anyway.. i've been all for howard since day one, i jus wish he's taller, else i think he's e perfect guy for denise.. heck, for ME! muaaaahahaha.. haaha.. haa. ha.
erm. ok. u didn't see that.

but but but.. after their perfect fairytale date wolfgang budges in and practically suffocates denise with a surprise kiss.. god.. so scary.. like being pounced on. but it did seem like their kiss was more like a reaL kiss.. with howard it was all sweet and youngish and sec sch crush-ish. aww. sweet but.. will D go for e passion? e 'perfect'ness of wolfie? question is.. does she want a man or a boy? sigh. what a stroke of luck for the lady, two perfect guys to choose from for a whirlwind trip. and being gorgeous to boot. if i didn't like her i'd hate her.

well.. wolfgang was 'bold' when he pounced on denise.. howard was 'bold' when he declared his feelings.. howard jus seems so much more sincere than wolf, who seems too smooth and suave and makes me imagine he's actually a sheep.. wolf in sheep's clothing, geddit, har har. ok, somebody slap me.

but i don't envy denise having to choose.. she seemed genuinely affected at the end.. wobbly bottom lip and shining teary eyes to boot.. if it wasn't genuine, she's a helluva good actress. well, i just hope the show has a happy ending.. go, howie! haha.

so who will fortune favour? tune in next week in Eye for a Guy 2, Wednesday, 10 p.m. Season finale part 2! lols free publicity for channel 5.

ok, i've addressed none of the topics that are so screwing me up, but writing fluff abt a tv show has cheered me up some. so even if it was pointless, it worked. so far, so good.

sobs. so FAR no good. how do u establish bonds over hundrends and thousands of kilometres? how do u noe what the other person is doing? thinking? feeling? do i even know what i want? what am i getting into? is there even anything to get into? im so confused. but this feels right. but it's all so hopeless at the same time. what in the world do i hope will come out of this? we are worlds apart. literally. what am i going to do???? be bold and wait for fortune? be circumspect and rational and forget about it?? argh.. i hate this.

oh. i did talk about what im thinking about. it's not all but the rest i definitely can't talk about. so never mind.

newsflash - i have finished my project and contract for ascent media. until yesterday, i didn't even know i was on contract. but they still have a lot of work to do. just short of machines. so i am put on hold for when they will next call me, on short notice. i hate that. should i go find a real job now? this is so uncertain. i know i kept saying that i wouldn't do this job for long. but heck, barely two weeks is a bit too short even for me.

sigh.

ok, i'm done whining now. now i can sleep. i hope. thank you for putting up with me, everybody who has had to put up with me. and the more fool you if you do cos in times like this, it's best to give me a shove and ask me to shut the hell up.

goodnight.

i wish the world was a smaller place. goodnight, u. til tomorrow when we (don't) meet again.

sigh.

see saw honours class

what a ride.. 14 pple were affected by this. read the full article courtesy of today, below.. by the way, congrats Mr J for breaking this story (u did, didn't u?) and my condolences to the poor unsuspecting victims.. sch admins SUCK.

Second-lower, upper, lower...

sleep, thou art longingly sought..

tired.

this week, the first week of june, marks the beginning my foray into the working world. not that i've never worked before, i have for years, but this is my official first job.. and it tires the heck out of me.

officially, i'm a freelance editor for ascent media. in realspeak, i do archiving and compiling of clips to send for broadcast. they have all this newfangled systems where the channel goes tapeless, but we still create backup tapes anyway. how efficient. archiving is tedious but i've been doing more of the transferring of clips for broadcast.

Ben and Lin are my new best friends. Ben is the name of the server that we use to archive; Lin is the server used for transferring to Ascent in Loyang for broadcast. Lin is moody and given to hissy fits of uncooperating; Ben is milder but that may just be cos I have yet to see much of him. O god, listen to me, harping on servers - servers, for god's sake - as if they're my colleagues or bosses. in a way.. there's only 3 of us working on night shift, and we're pretty much left on our own to work. im fine with that except by 2 or 3 am i'll be talking aloud to Lin, cursing or praising her as she works with / against me. if that's not sad, i dunno what it is.

this job's gonna play hell with my social life too, cos i gotta sleep half the day and go off to work the night when my friends are finally free to meet.. sigh. well, money talks.. and it's damn persuasive too. but wtf, my cab fares a day come up to 17 max! when im late n i take cab to work n book a cab to go home plus midnite charge.. and it's not claimable! argh at this rate i'll be begging in e streets b4 i get my first pay. sob.

o yeah, i forgot, i also did my first real (read: paid) shoot for a promo on Images of Singapore, the wax museum in Sentosa.. it was cool but boring, fun but tiring. i'll write an update on it when i have time, which doesn't look to be very soon. ok, at least i'll post some pictures..

ok, im off to work in two hours, shall have dinner and im SO tempted to take another nap. i slept from 430 to 930 when i got back, and again for an hour or so after noon.. now im waiting for lunch. the expresso machine is also getting to know me quite well, i've been asking him for at least two cups a night..

ok this post is getting as mundane as i feel, so time to cut it shor-

i miss k.