Drowning, Drowned
Another month, another issue. And the cycle’s (almost) complete again. Phew. Somehow, this month weighed down a little heavier, but I’m really glad to say it’s over.
I was told, this morning, that I’m probably having to emcee (as well as do introductions) to the award show in April. The mag I work for gives out these annual awards to people with the most number of fingers…Ha ha. I wish. It’s for something much duller. So I bite my tongue when I say that this month was hard, because there’s a fantastic chance it’ll be worse the next.
Anyway, I’ve finally updated my flickr a little, and the new additions come from a photoshoot I did yesterday for the mag’s cover. It looks pop-arty but it’s supposed to be about corporate governance and the idea that the guy in the fishbowl’s drowning in compliance law—from the very literal pile of books tied to his ankle. Surprise! Just when you thought this blog was getting a smidgeon cooler, I yank you right back.
He dies, floating in the bowl with the other guy looking on in the inside pages. I also made steaming coffee for the shoot in that cup, but by the time I finished positioning the drowning guy and friggin’ cutting him out with a pair of blunt scissors, you see…none.
A close colleague is leaving in a month’s time for greener pastures. (Actually, for Hong Kong, so “green” might be arguable—more like smoggier, conjested and loud.) And I’m filled with a mix of feelings. I’m happy for her, because she’s wanted to be in Hong Kong for, like, ever *said with the best bimbotic voice, naturally*, but I’m preoccupied with the sinking feeling that I’m going to miss her, and somewhat fearful of the doubled workload.
She’s said, of course, that I can visit her when I go to Hong Kong. Isn’t it funny how people who selfishly abandon you and flee the country always invite you over as some sort of half-baked consolation? “In the 0.001 percent chance that you come, you know what to do,” they always say, waggling their finger at you, in that mock-stern you-have-to-see-me manner.
Well, to be fair, HK’s pretty near, there’s tonnes of excellent food (see my flickr haha) and it’s really quite cheap to go nowadays.
I’d go to HK too if I’d started working about 3 or 4 years ago and if I had some usable command of cantonese, instead of merely knowing how to ask where the toilet is. :|
i love hong kong.
did u know im a quarter hong kEeeeee? im sure u do, U can tell fro my pretty face.
w> i don’t even know how to ask for THAT! :(
cy> hmm. i was conceived there, says my parents who clearly don’t need to tell me stuff like that, but i suppose that does count. haha.
Victoria, Victoreeeeeaah! Whassamattawidcha? Dintchaknow people from the office come by here from time to time? Anyways, you needn’t worry too much. I think you’re covered—though I can’t guarantee the work won’t be doubled in a month or two from now. What all this could mean is, of course, you’ll be first in line for missions up in Hong Kong from now on. Chill; sleep tight, Victoria…