Self-fulfilling prophecies, anyone?

My all time favorite song these days is 100 Years by Five for Fighting (whaaa??? that came out centuries ago!) What can I say, I’m slow about these things. I take my time appreciating songs, and this one struck me just right in this mood.

I’m learning to memorize the lyrics right now so the next time you see me at karaoke (the day after NEVER), request this number. I am comfortably singing at my cubicle since my neighbors all have their headphones on all day, perfect crowd to practice my vocals with.

There’s just something about it that resonates with my state of being right now. Every time I listen to it my insides go jelly on me. It’s not the video either because I relaly can’t recall what that was like ( it WAS too long ago)

I think maybe it’s got to do with my dreams lately. Okay, here’s a little info about me, I believe in dreams. I have very vivid dreams (and nightmares) and I believe that my inner conciousness is trying to reach out to me so I try and understand my dreams as much as possible.

Anyway, point is. I’ve been dreaming about dogs and children and water and last night, koala bears. yeah.. (at least they’re not nightmares) Well, according to the dream interpreter, they’re all signs that I’m feeling a “desire to regress back to a childlike dependece…free from duties and responsibilities.” I’d agree with that to some point.

I don’t know when I reached the turning point for this but a few weeks ago I started to feel more vested in my work. office work. This is not LIKE me. I don’t understand it, I’m usually very lepak about projects but lately I’ve become more concerned about project issues. I used to let my “boss” (for lack of a better word) worry about the details, I’d just execute his instructions. But now.. now I care about my say in it or how it’s done. What’s WRONG with me?!?!?!

Oh anyway, so off tangent. So the song. 100 years. I never read the lyrics entirely until 10 minutes ago. (I can sing a song for months without understanding the lyrics, sometimes I make up my own – Gay paradise, love in a parking lot…) But I took 2 minutes to READ what I was singing and realized that it reflected everything that my subconcious has been feeding into my dreams. How bizarre! Maybe THIS is why I’m dreaming of the stuff I do rather than my dreams unearthing my inner issues.

PRO BONO WORK

Part of my Internship Development Program (IDP) – the three year process we have to go through in order to start getting registered as a licensed architect – is to dedicate some 80 hours to community service. I vote to allow wardrobe makeovers to fulfil that requirement.

Some people really need serious work! Cringed as I passed by interiors intern today who looked like total J-Lo wannabe. She must not be aware that latino ho is sooo over.

Just as important as it is for architects, engineers, etc to refresh their skillz through continuing education, my service would be to brush up their dressup skillz! yeah, the more I think about it the more convinced I am that IDP must consent to this fantastic community service idea. Soup kitchens (ahem*) are all over the place. Plus, I might splatter some nasty tomato chowder on my Anna Sui.

Of course I’d tailor (oooh, notice how I cleverly used fashion pun! wow. I’m so cut out for this gig) the makeover to suit the subjects clothing needs and budget. I’m as pro-Target as anyone else. People just need some guidance to realize what works best for them and for some, how to pull off some looks that normally (without my keen eye) they would never dare to wear.

Okay. I think IDP (stuffy codgers that they are) will never grasp the brilliance of my probono work but here, I am offering to perform a wardrobe makeover for anyone who wants one. All I ask is that you come to me with an open mind and a reasonable budget . I can’t perform miracles but I promise you, no one will think you look like an outdated J-Lo.