Fabo-Wear.

dear diary,

it seemed like i was rolling round the bed forever last night. but before that, let me get into detail what happened. you see, me and six other people were supposed to be doing this project; an assignment, to come up with a real business plan that could actually work, and explain how we were going to run it, and of course picking out a unique product. so. we were informed of this eight weeks ago. nevertheless, being university students, and students in general, we absolutely must procrastinate. you're just not normal if you don't. despite my efforts to turn this issue around, it was simply of no use. free will. and when you leave it up to them, they just won't show up for classes or meetings. not that i cared. initially.

seven weeks and twenty nine days later, i got supremely worried. i got a text, and we met up in the computer lab in the library. finally, everyone shows up. all seven of us. even a member i never knew existed. people here seem to thrive on last minute jobs. i thought to myself, if we could pull this off, we were gods. in a way. we asked each other, "we're selling clothes, how we gonna fund it?" lucky enough, we've got this guy in our group who produces music. actual.. music. like, his own production company, called Skillz Beatz. so what we did, we sort of copied 50 Cent. G-Unit. 50 Cent came up with his own clothing line, G-Unit, even made it into a group. so, we thought we could do the same. Skillz would be like 50 Cent, and his clothing would be called, Fabo - Wear. i swear i did not come up with that name. it worked. we came up with our business plan, what everyone was to do in the company, and our finance department worked out that in our first three months, we'd have a nett profit of near 120 grand. as in 120000 POUNDS. jaws dropped. but we played along. at this rate, we could take down ed hardy. it'll take a bit of an effort to touch gucci. and yes, we did state in our plan that our competition would be those of BAPE, Ed Hardy, and other brands that you might not find in your local department store. optimistic, are we not? the only thing was, that each of us needed to come up with the starting capital of seventeen thousand to make ends meet. we could do it.

we kept truckin' in the library from three in the afternoon to nightfall. we didn't even realise it was night, as the sunset kinda was around nine to ten. i slept at ten. just thought i needed to be alert in the presentation the next day. i woke up at three. for some reason. partially due to the noise my drunk housemates were making, and partially also because i was too damned excited and nervous at the same time. got out of bed at five and began rehearsing. presentation was at half nine. first thought that came to mind, "dress smart. you're going to be facing real businessmen. real entrepreneurs. they know their stuff. make a good first impression." suited up. hair all oiled up. somehow, in front of the mirror, all i could think about was k-pop. $#&%.

i met up with everyone around eight. they too looked slick. all my teammates were african, and two asians. everyone looked like they had real grit. it's either that or they faced the fact that they're going to a certain death. clouds came in, even the rain was imminent. no thunder though. thought it might add well to the drama. oh well. marched in precisely on time, forced smiles all over. the three invigilators welcomed us in. from the looks of it; black suit and dress, they were serious too. all three of them behind a long desk, this was beginning to look like american idol.

we started off with a bang. each one of us somehow finding dutch courage, and information and arguments just came pouring out of our mouths. everything seemed natual. born businessmen. "what is this line right here.. Mess Of Swagger?" "Oh that? that's like our thing, our slogan in a way, actually depicting who we are, and what we bring to the business, enterpreting that into our clothing." well said. "how are you going to fund all this then?" "we got Skillz Beatz." anything finance related, Skillz would take care of it. hands down.

somehow, they bought it. and like, they thought we were awesome. in their words, we were in the running to be in the top five of the whole uni, and we had a chance to get in a competition, in which the winner runs off with two grand. wicked. we stepped out of the board room, the invigilators all smiles and shouting, "I LIKE THAT, SWAGGER!! HAHAHA" literally. high fives and hugs on the way out. i think i have some sort of lucky charm in that suit of mine.

i need sleep.

doug.