A Mind of My Own

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Freelance can be a torture. That’s when you don’t plan the schedule. Your family members keep calling for you thinking that just because you are home, you are free. You try to let them know but they fail to see the logic when working in the office means you are busy (can’t see you so they assume you are busy). Eh?

I need the Harry Potter’s Invisible Cloak. Or even a jumper’s ability to just jump to a quiet place to do work. I won’t say that I am fully freelancing since I’m not exactly doing that. It’s like I’m more in dabbling in a pet project at this moment with too many other mini projects that need the brain cells to be active at the same time.

I am still wondering if I can do freelance. I’ve always wanted to do professional writing. I know it doesn’t pay that well since I’m not Stephen King, J. K. Rowling (Did I spell the author’s name correctly? I have this problem with initials) or Dan Brown.

Maybe I should just give myself a name with writing credits to that name so that I do get some exposure. I read that some authors use different names for their books, like Mark Twain and the author of Alice in Wonderland. Here I am, digressing in 3 paragraphs about doing freelance.

Anyway, freelancing means discipline and not everyone is able to do it. There’s a way to make one self-disciplined too. By blogging the deadlines so that readers will pester you for results.

Nobody will understand the feelings of a freelancer except another who had gone through the same situation. Everyone needs a little tender loving care at times and support. Freelance may not bring in stable income but it does bring the flexibility of time schedules. You don’t have to tell anyone why you are submitting that leave form.

However, you get calls from clients who call you in their day time while you are at night because they are on the other side of the world and forget the time difference. And you get calls from frantic clients on Saturdays because they think that by paying you, they can call you at any time without considering the fact that you may be spending some family time.

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Friday nights are for partying. Thus, ES called for a last minute night out. We had dinner at Sakae Sushi. My craving, apologies. After dinner, the four of us went to Ink Bar but it was closed off for a private function till 9.30pm. Since it was just an hour’s wait, we made ourselves comfortably at the entrance.

The lady serving the drinks didn’t even give us a menu or asked if we would like to drink anything. Within 2 minutes after JC had returned from the restroom, we went to Introbar. Goodbye to poor service. We made ourselves comfortable at one corner of the club, the door where ES attempted to open but failed to try the other unlocked door. A really face palm moment.

We ordered our drinks and enjoyed the ambiance at the place. Poured our work woes and about the cruel world of why working and looking for jobs can be horrible for women at certain ages. The obnoxious people who refused to understand a problem at work and people who sing different tunes in meetings when a problem is still unresolved and why budget seems to be bugging everyone.

Mainly, we shared our stories of how to overcome them and releasing the stress. CD arrived nearly 10pm. This was where the fun started because she was all raring to go dancing her heart out. She spoke of her dancing experience in Boat Quay or was it Clarke Quay; this guy is a dancing instructor and asked her for a dance. She agreed after the bar owner said he is a dancing instructor. She twirled around in Salsa style half the night. Getting giddy was the end result.

Since she wanted to dance her stress away, HF accompanied her and they went to Equinox. At 12.30am, they returned to the table and spoke of this guy dancing near CD and unbuttoning his jeans. He was dancing very close and was really excited about CD. His friend started to dance in front of CD and got pushed away.

I didn’t realise that guys just got hot under while dancing and needed to strip. I would have crushed the balls so that he can’t use them to bang any more. CD said her hands would have been dirtied. How unfortunate, it would have been good to crush those balls.

It is unfortunate that discos and dance clubs can’t screen people for stripping-compulsive-disorders-in-public. If anyone can come up with a clamp device for crushing balls, do share.

I decided to try Coastal Scents for my virgin retractable Kabuki brush. I received it and tested one of the brushes. I combined the purchase with Xtralicious. To my horror, I found that one of the brushes was “rusty” inside. I had great difficulty pulling the inner brush out.

So, I decided to check the other brush, it works smoothly. Therefore, my conclusion is that one of the brushes was spoilt. As this package was not sent directly to me, I received it late. I sent an email to Kathay on either 19 or 20 Aug but yet to receive her replies.

I just wanted to know the rectification to this order. Unfortunately, no replies as to whether I can exchange it or get a refund of some sort was known. I even checked the foundation and found that the sample jar had foundation powder all over it. Just a scotch tape was used to secure it.

The package didn’t feel like it was done with care. I never had this problem with my purchases from Pure Luxe.

With the slowdown of the economy and everyone is tightening their belts, garang guni men are picky. The rag and bones business hasn’t gone out of the windows yet. It’s quite lucrative at times and does help to supplement the income.

My mother tried to get the attention of the collector only to have him say, “My boss will come later.” That was 10am. I went out at 11am for my hair appointment and returned home at 4.30pm. The stack of newspapers were still outside our door.

Apparently, this particular collector prefers handphones, old TV and other valuable stuff. I know where to trade in my handphones for cash. I know I can look around and trade in my old TV for cash. I know I can just go to the Cash Converter shop that is just near my place to sell for cash. Why the heck would I just pass to you, the garang guni man for an amount that isn’t worth it?

You think you are clever? Don’t try to be clever for this case. People have stolen our fire riser metal lock before. They are clever too but the authorities had to spend more money to replace with better locks. Do you know where our taxpayers’ money all go to?

The money have to go into building a better nation. That’s why our transport and everything is going up despite paying our taxes. That is also why being a rag and bones collector, you should stop being picky. Because I ain’t gonna let ye pocket that $100 for yourself when I can sell my handphone for a higher price.

Apparently, my English isn’t as I thought it is supposed to be. The following is the email I sent for an enquiry.

To Whom it May Concern,

I would like to know if there is a package for a group of 5 girls for a makeover as I can’t find it in your website.

Thanks.

Simple, right? WRONG! Look at the reply below.

Hi,

Thank you for your interest in our services.
Please go to our web site www.themakeoverinc.com.sg for more information.
All pictures are taken in digital format and there is no negative or soft copy or CD provided. CD are additional charges.

Image in CD:
(list of the pricing for the images to be burnt into the CD)

False eyelashes are available at $20 per pair. And please bring ur own outfit thank you!

There is an image for a package for one female. That certainly wasn’t what I asked for. So, I scanned through the email again trying to see if there was anything wrong with my eyes or my language. I am seriously wondering if that is the standard reply. I asked for GROUP, didn’t I?