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| Twelve. |
[Jun. 22nd, 2010|01:22 pm] |
It seems I got myself a promotion! I'm now Junior Editor at the Media Department. That does mean a higher income and dropping my second job.
On a second note, my pregnancy book keeps making money on a steady basis.
What a glorious week. |
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| Eleven. |
[Jun. 5th, 2010|03:25 pm] |
Hawaii is lovely.
( Ainsley ) |
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| Ten. |
[May. 31st, 2010|11:20 pm] |
I got myself a weekend off! How crazy is that? Now everything left to do is to decide which pleasant activities I shall choose to fill my time. Drink wine and read books? Travel to somewhere warm with a beach? Drink rum and sail somewhere? So much to choose from!
You gotta love having some free time. |
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| Nine. |
[May. 26th, 2010|12:53 pm] |
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( Daphne ) |
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| Eight. |
[May. 25th, 2010|12:27 pm] |
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I hate Mondays. I hate to lose my cellphone. I hate when I don't get it back immediately. I hate working when I have a hangover. I hate having a hangover. I hate when my department runs out of coffee. I hate pens that don't work. I hate computers that are always too slow. I hate crappy assignments. I hate how the guy next to me chews his gum. I hate long days. I hate Tuesdays. And I really, really regret getting out of my bed today. |
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| Seven. |
[May. 17th, 2010|09:35 pm] |
I filled in for a photographer in an interview because of a last-minute problem. The editor knew I had some knowledge, and he said "he trusted me". The photos came out pretty decent, in the end. Everyone liked it.
I got myself a raise and a possible third job. I have to stop turning my hobbies into jobs, or I'll eventually go crazy.
( Daphne )
On a second thought, I deserve a drink after a 15-hour day of work. If anyone's interested, feel free to join me. |
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| Six. |
[May. 3rd, 2010|11:18 am] |
Being a young reporter generally means you get the worst assignments. You know that type of story that is only there to fill in any blanks and that most people don't care the slightest? If I have one more of those this week I'll go crazy. Ugh.
I have tickets for an adaptation of The House of Bernarda Alba, from Federico Garcia Lorca. I have a few friends working there, so I had the opportunity to see a few rehearsals. It looks promising! Anyone want to join me? |
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| Five. |
[Apr. 17th, 2010|03:33 pm] |
That volcano in Iceland is making a whole lot of chaos out there, canceling all the flights. I myself had a flight to Paris that, of course, was canceled. Oh well. There will be other opportunities.
( Private )
( Ainsley ) |
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| Four. |
[Apr. 6th, 2010|01:34 am] |
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were -- I have not seen
As others saw -- I could not bring
My passions from a common spring --
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow -- I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone --
And all I lov'd -- I lov'd alone --
Then -- in my childhood -- in the dawn
Of a most stormy life -- was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still --
From the torrent, or the fountain --
From the red cliff of the mountain --
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold --
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by --
From the thunder, and the storm --
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view --
Edgar Allan Poe
One drink always gets me drunk. I'm never sure if it's the 10th or the 11th. Perhaps I should have stopped at the 5th vodka tonight.
Or not, life is short. |
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| Three. |
[Mar. 30th, 2010|12:30 pm] |
My story on Vietnam got published in The New York Times today, which is pretty much amazing. The New York Times! I feel nice / like sugar and spice, said James Brown. I should celebrate that tonight somehow.
On a side note, meditating is hard. Meditating for real, I mean, not this over-popular thing people call meditating. |
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| Two. |
[Mar. 24th, 2010|07:53 pm] |
My Kung Fu trainer-teacher-master, whatever you want to call him, has an scaring ability. He, just by standing next to you and smelling your natural odor, knows exactly what you have drunk and how much you have drunk the night before. He never guesses wrong.
At least he doesn't judge. And five beers isn't even that much.
Vietnam is such an exquisite, particular place. I'm missing the days spent there, even if London also has its wonders. |
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| One. |
[Mar. 22nd, 2010|02:43 pm] |
Was I the only one who remained sober on St. Patrick's day? I feel I should drink until I drop as soon as possible. There are moments I recognize I work too much.
I'm so skipping Kung Fu practise today and getting myself a cold beer. Everyone feel very invited.
Agency
Rumours about the end of the war made me wonder. Are we creating special positions in case that happens? Is anybody planning it for real? |
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