Today is Saturday. Here’s what I did today…

I rose at 10 am to go to my client’s house (no no, I’m not a prostitute…banish that thought…) to chair meeting with client and architects, interior designers and contractors.

Dressed like complete “Street trash”, somewhere along the lines of “Euro trash” and “White trash”. Wore strange black tee shirt of which had deliberately unsewn hems and berms that were falling off, exposing rather provocative black mesh underwear. (I didn’t realize the last part until later…)

My partner (business partner that is…) is not in town so I have to go around the projects myself for the time being. The apartment had a roof top garden, with substantial planting potential. Job not as tough as I perceived it to be. Architect was cooperative when I suggested that the patio roofing had to be shortened as it would be too dark and danky for the plants. We were going for a contemporary Balinese-neo-tropical- fusion landscape, where towards the back, would evolve into a Japanese garden, complete with faux Shinto shrine and those little Zen sand pits for meditation and inscription purposes. Trying to call in from overseas black bamboo to add to the mystic feel, and am getting those little vaporizer thingys that create mist. Dumping in a couple of Frangipani trees and Vanuatu Fan palms, Heliconia carribea, Calathea Lutea, Gingers and other tropical beauties. Oh yes, and the blood banana. I guess that the place would turn out really beautiful and just to add, I’m not cheap to hire anyway…but you do get what you pay for…Told contractors to rid of the disgusting clay soil and interior designing team to emulate the outside landscape within the apartment to create harmony between the outside and inside environment. Sigh. Meeting ended at two.

Then I went to the Expo to look at the Robinson sale. Trashy, just like my look for the day. Bought only one slingy bag for $19 that I quite like, even if it looked a little too “bondage” for me.

The day had tired me out so I proceeded home. Figured that some art and craft would ease my soul so I whipped out some coloured paper and little picture punchers and proceeded to do some artistic therapy with Reuben. Thought of a wonderful idea which was to cut out pictures from magazines and turning them into bookmarks by laminating them By the way, I have run out of bookmarks as all of them were absentmindedly “Kiapped” in National Library books which I returned, so I figured it was now time to make and not buy them. I cut out a picture of a chicken, and many pictures of scantily clad muscle  men in hot pants and swimming trucks. Reuben was cutting out Louis Vuitton shoes from my mens magazines. We would then give the pictures to my mother who would laminate them at school.

Created a huge mess of paper bits after the art project. Reuben refused to help me clear up. So immediately, all the artistic therapy came undone and I took my Tupperware of water and poured it over him and wet the entire place. He started crying. I told him to fuck off and go screw himself before I proceeded for a delayed afternoon siesta.