Ramblings on a Sunday evening.
There are reasons why I brought this blog back to life
and the fact that I move so often away from my home country,
I needed an online diary to store both my pictures and stories.
I tried having little books as diaries, they just don't work for me. >_<
And for the past one year plus,
I've been able to look through my old entries,
remembering conversations and little details that I thought was funny
which helped a lot for my very 'gold fish' memory.
However I'd try to make this personal
with the effort of being careful of what and who I blog about.
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Would be going to a colleague's farewell dinner in an hour's time,
and was contemplating on what to get for her.
I was discussing with X
who knew the streets of Singapore better,
where to find a florist.
I instead *did not intend* heard disturbing gossips about her.
Apparently this is how this industry work.
The people are playboys and playgirls
and they worry so much about people taking their money
even when they're so filthy rich.
They drink,
they sleep around
and they party at strip clubs like everyday is Friday.
Okay.
Maybe not everyone in this industry.
But does people get influenced by their earning power?
I honestly don't know
but I'd wanna be on my toes.
I want to be in this industry so much
because the money is freakingtastic
but I guess I'd be have to be careful
about getting into deep with these people.
Disclaimer: This post is not meant to hurt anyone's feelings but a little research im doing on my own before jumping into conclusions about what others think about this industry that im working in.
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