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Now, I supposed most Singaporean bloggers will harp about the flood at Orchard Road. I shall skip that, although I'd like to add that I actually woke up this morning (11 am) feeling so good because the weather's nice. Little did I know for two hours there was a flood at Orchard Road and to think that such occurences are rarity. Ok I hope they would start doing something to the drainage system.

Working at Media C. for 2 days was quite an experience, except that Aiman and I did nothing much on Sunday and we kind of did a million more things on Monday because we had ongoing tasks to do. Plus we've met exciting people and also, hmm, interesting people (of whom we secretly gave nicknames for us to refer to). I suddenly thought of The Devil Wears Prada and I actually wonder how the life of assistants are in this line of work, are they really treated like shit? Is that a part of climbing up the ladder in this career path? Ok random. The awesome thing is really to see how they switch cameras from the panel room, and being backstage to see how people calm themselves down before being on stage and being behind the cameras. And to see the studio and how the stage manager cue people to clap when the audience have to. And, to see handsome host star like Khairudin Saharom.

I am really hoping that I'll get either job that the agent promised I would get. Oh pretty please. Though I love the days when I'm actually free. I'm amazed again and again how time really flies despite me not doing anything fixed. Perhaps that's how times flies. I just finished watching Glee's final episode. Catching up with the last few episodes of Season 3 of Gossip Girl (I've been saving this instead of watching it during the semester just for the summer break!). I feel like I have been going out everyday doing things I have to do, or doing things I don't really have to do like roam or, roam, or just meeting people. So I really value the time I have at home. And I extremely love the zen-like feeling I get when I read a book in complete peace, no distractions.

Since writing things down would resolve some procrastination; gentle reminder to self: Get a swimsuit. I've been imagining the lazy river ever since I don't know when. So when Eva comes back from Sumatra I'm going to beg her to go there with me!

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