procastinating

i haven’t blogged in here for awhile; not cuz i’d forgotten about it or anything; not cuz i don’t care. quite le contrary. you know how sometimes you care so much about something or someone that you just..can’t deal with it the way you want to deep down. not right now anyway.

and then someone dies, or someone young falls terminally ill, or you listen to that song, and suddenly you remember fatality. mortality. that you too, like parents, are ageing.

so i blog while sobering up in a single hotel room in sing sing. i haven’t had my own hotel room since god knows when, still takes a bit of effort to think of it as a novelty though. these moments are nicer shared.

i went to a wedding this morning, and someone asked if i thought the couple were really in love. not going to answer that here. but makes me wonder (in paranoia), if i ever get married, will the guests scrutinize my body language and judge whether i made a mistake or not? jesus pressure and city hall!

tired

i am so sad.

this blog ain’t dead, but i’ve been more active at a new page: alivenotdead.com/micearoni. it’s a bit like an asian myspace.

more day-to-day updates, less intimacy. reserving intimacy for offline.  you just never know these days, what with the chinese e-spying on foreign embassies sympathetic to the dalai lama.

if i never saw a headline, i’d think times were pretty damn good. clothes are 60% off, food’s cheaper, rent’s cheaper. i have no assets; my dollars go much further. my trip to london was reasonable. couple months ago i even got an teeny bonus, followed by an unexpected promotion. i even had a start date for the new job. like, what recession?

then this morning. “When we offered you the position, we were assuming a headcount from last year, when our financial situation was very different. Now I have to cut the headcount by one, so I’m afraid …”

even before i walked into my boss’ boss’ office, i had a sinking feeling something was wrong with my transfer situation. for one, calvin klein never, ever talks to me, and for two, my (unusually chipper) boss refused to tell me why calvin klein wanted to see me that morning.

so to put a long (think months’ worth of anticipation) story short, i’m not transferring. i know, i know already that it was a business decision and that better things await. but i was so stunned/upset after that meeting that i cried at work?!?! coulda been embarassing but no one saw me except the guard of some random apartment building i cried outside of. actually, that was embarassing.

s’pore

i’m in singapore. it’s frucking hot. i’ve seen a few of you dear friends so far. i REALLY miss being able to talk to anyone in english (ie. taxi drivers. yes i’m one of those passengers..)

Mraz, another line for you

It takes some doubt to be certain

context: Life Is Wonderful

ps. unrelated, but on monday jason also sang this song he wrote about my colleague sunny, whom he’d met a few hours before the concert.

at a press conference she challenged him to compose a song about kidney beans (her nickname) and he jotted it down in his notebook. and actually sang this at his concert. beautiful..

dee-ham-co

OMG guess which california folkie i’m watching tomorrow night????

hats hats he has many hats

funky dory week

first i saw a high school play.

then i kissed a great guy and part of my sanity goodbye.

then i got promoted to the education desk of my newspaper.

then i sms’d a friend in the jungle.

then my current boss called me a bitch.

then i drank with a former colleague at the wanch, where i ran into another loathesome ex-colleague who kept trying to touch my face and whining for me “to loosen up and have fun”

i shoved him. he apologised.

then i stumbled to another friend’s apartment where i drank more.

then i drunk msn’d my fellow americans at 3am HKT.

i didn’t drink enough water before bed.

then the next morning i had to face causeway bay. it wasn’t fair, i was a wounded soldier:

(this photo wasn’t taken by me btw. thank you google images)

thanks to C..

i finally took the Meyer-briggs test and, eh, surprising results!

“ENFJs are the benevolent ‘pedagogues’ of humanity. They have tremendous charisma by which many are drawn into their nurturant tutelage and/or grand schemes. Many ENFJs have tremendous power to manipulate others with their phenomenal interpersonal skills and unique salesmanship. But it’s usually not meant as manipulation — ENFJs generally believe in their dreams, and see themselves as helpers and enablers, which they usually are.”

tell me what you are. http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp

:)

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Shopaholic, on the other hand, was totally inspiring. Like a jab of romance elixer to (temporarily) ease my semi-jaded-old-maid thoughts this week. Poetic, i know. Also helped that the main character was a journalist. But no editors actually look/sound like Hugh Dancy.