Something Won, Something Lost

Just finished ironing a bucketload and weeks worth of clothes and my hand is actually aching now. As a rule, I am quite happy doing ironing but if this continues I would stay far away from wearing anything that demands to be ironed. Thank god I can go to work in T shirt and jeans.

Speaking of work, I am extremly proud over Saturday when I was flipping through the paper while having my usual noodles. There was a mention or rather praise on the local paper on an ad campaign which my team did recently. To make it clear, I have NO contribution whatsover as the concept was approved and bought by Client when I came into the agency. I merely undertook the task of overseeing/supervising the whole process until the material reaches the media owner but I was very proud to be a very small part of it. Anyway, for such a small (and sometimes insignificant, thats how I felt) campaign to be noticed is actually priceless.



This is like extra mileage for our Client and esp good in these critical times for the account. And still on work if I am not boring you enough, I found out that my bitch friend Mel (another bottom of the foodchain whore but in different agency) handled the Nestle ad which I was raving about. I insist that she channel my feedback to her Client. I also found out that the ad came out last year but no one noticed it because it was in spot color. What a waste of media budget. The whole ad relies on color and it was advertised without it...tsk tsk!

Back to ironing - it's wonderful time to think about alot of things actually, I remembered lamenting to my sister over our usual dish washing session that the fact I am not getting any younger. While I am might be getting older (and still single) I actually think that I came a very long way. I might not know alot but I felt that at least these days I know more. And I have changed so much. It's not like I am giving up on my principles and etc but the change came in the form whereby I am very comfortable in my own skin. At least these days I know exactly what I want in life, I know not to be ashamed in what I want to pursuit be it career or men.



I also know that I have been complaining constantly of the lack of suitable candidates for me...those that actually have at least a bit of brain within them. I came to the realisation that what I am asking for is really alot. I didnt think it was too demanding. Think about it this. Take a stone, throw it and chances are you will most likely hit a cute/good looking guy. There are just so many good looking gay guys these days. Being good looking is easy, it's a matter of chance (being born that way) or you can make up for it (ie plastic surgery). However, to be smart and funny at the same time takes training. It reflects upbringing. It tells you what type of crowd and ppl that you mixed and grew up with. It says alot about what you feed into your mind and your soul. Takes years of training and good judgement as well. Now, THAT is hard. Well, I guess it's my lost at the end of the day since I can't settle for someone as easy as good looking brainless Ken dolls for a boyfriend.

And at last, too many lychee martinis yesterday, hence I smoked like erm 6-7 ciggies in two hours. Sigh. Bad Daniel. Bad Daniel.