Maybe

So I have been trying to cheer myself up.

I engaged myself in a whole new bunch of freelance projects and told myself that I have to be serious with them or else… …Not that I haven’t been, but having the luxury of scheduling your own time and usually some clients just want quantity, not quality, makes me sell my soul (and some ugly horrendous work).

And that is the problem. Some clients come to me because my rates are cheap affordable. And they would gimme a turnaround of like 3 days to come up with first draft to final changes. That’s insane, and also means we have to check our emails like every 5 minutes to make sure we are communicating and get the approvals right away and sent to production. But in the end, I’ll keep accepting them as they’ll keep coming. Like Nicole Kidman said in Moulin Rouge: “A girl has got to eat… … She’ll end up in the streets!”

For example, I went to buy a new TV with J this Thursday. To cheer myself up and to facilitate the many many nights I am going to be staying at home ALONE. I was too lazy to wait for all those silly Thanksgiving or X’mas sale when I have to rush to the stores at 6 AM to get the best deal. So I bought this, because it looks fancy and is LCD flat-panel HD ready.



It is only 19” but it is a far better size than my old 13” hand-me-down. Officially I bought my first new TV. And I have to say my freelance jobs DID pay for it.

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In another attempt to distract myself, I went to watcht he new movie that has taken AMERICA by storm - Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan And yes, that is the whole title.



I have been hanging on the edge of my chair, waiting for the movie to open. For months, I have been hearing things about it, watching silly teaser trailers and unofficial scraps that have been circulating on the Web. If you go search it on YouTube, there are soooo many uncensored or extra stuff that you can find. BUT when I went for the movie hoping for the ultimate laugh-out session, I was disappointed. Very disappointed. I would have to have a very serious discussion with my colleague who is A.K.A the biggest Borat fan I know during our weekly Viet pho lunch. Sorry peeps, the hairy fat old guy sitting naked on Borat’s face, asking him to eat his nasty ass just didn’t quite do it for me. It was disgusting. And now I am scared of hairy fat old men. I am scared of witnessing a man admiring the Victoria’s Secret window display along the streets, for fear that he will stick his hands into his pants in any minute. I am also scared of any man who will approach me with a cloth sack which has his and my name hand-sewn on because he is going to kidnap me to be his wife and force me to have ‘sexy-time” with him.

Argh. It just didn’t quite do it for me. or Maybe I’m just not in the mood.