Oooh! It’s the second time I’m blogging about Friday the 13th. This time, the ominous day has just started.
(SFX: Cue pipe organs)
My mum has just complained that my bedroom’s table fan was BLACK. Black as soot, she says. The water was BLACK. BLACK BLACK BLACK! Okay, I get the point. She adds that she cleaned parts of my window too. And the water was… BLACK! She says I’ve been breathing in dust. Oh well. That makes me a vacuum cleaner I guess.
On a brighter note, I’m happy that April has been an extremely prolific blogging month for me. Noting this to Grace in Canada, she says that there is a positive correlation between blogging and being extremely busy. I challenged her on this, asking her to prove her point. She couldn’t. Haha. So much for sounding like an academic. (Grace graduates in a few weeks and will work for a company that sells bottled water; proceeds of which are donated towards digging wells in Africa.)
I will be off to Singapore this Saturday till Monday, in search of a nice, hopefully not too expensive electric guitar gig bag and another sling/messenger-style bag. Was looking at the Crumpler website and am considering being crazy and buying one of their SG148+ bags. Yes, it IS crazy, however way you look at it. But…. it’s nice… 😦 And it’s ‘in’… 😦
Boss doesn’t like the logo I designed for the company’s rebranding exercise. So I have been procrastinating since this evening, because I believe that not doing anything about it will result in better ideas. The subconscious, after all, is king. I close my eyes. Slowly… a hip hippo in dark pink materialises… the radiation from the monitor is warming up my brain waves… surely there is a God… mmm…. donuts.
I have also just submitted my application for sponsorship to the 10th Rainforest World Music Fest. The person whom I thought was gonna go with me as photographer pulled out, so I’m gonna apply to go alone. Such are the misunderstandings in life. I feel a mix of numbness, and mild annoyance. I think it’s annoyance I am trying to numb. But it’s okay–my desire to go is greater than the desire for company, though I may regret saying that later.