dada diaries: day 07.
this would be a good time to mention that i can only study at night, because nothing ever happens at night...as long as i don't galivant around and visit karaoke centres or mamaks. it's been a rather sedate 24 hours so far, and i hope that i've got enough self-control not to escape for dinner tonight. the problem is, i don't really see much of a difference between going out for dinner, because the alternative would be staying home and finding something to do that would not revolve around opening a book.
on a brighter note, i grabbed hold of queen's greatest hits and i can safely say that no other band could make a song called "bicycle race" any more fun than it already is. and since i'm in the mood for retro, david bowie shall be making an overdue return on my playlist. let's go retro a-go-go.
i probably would have to make an appearance at college sometime this week, although i'd keep it til next week if i could. i might only have one paper to take, but fucking it up means the absolute, definite end to an otherwise unimpressive tertiary academic life.
and then the chances of ogilvy and mather wanting me would totally wane. it's funny how i'm planning towards an internship more than attempting to do well enough to secure a place at the company, but whatever works for now...otherwise i might have to kiss kenneth's ass frequently and beg him. there's nothing wrong with ass-kissing --- it gets you places, if you're subtle enough. oh Lord, get me into marketing communications and i swear that i'll stop smoking. indefinitely.
don't stop me now, baby. day 07 continues.
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