November 2009


are when I can eat mee goreng in the middle of the night and then laze on the couch watching TV programs for the next few hours, waiting for the junk to digest before surrendering to the bed.

Holidays are when I can sleep till lunchtime. That’s why I only take two meals per day.

Holidays are when I only need to check work emails once in the evening. I know, it’s pathetic, having to check emails even on off days, but well, it’s either that or returning to work with tons of unread emails in the inbox.

I love holidays.

Work has been so busy, particularly in the past six months, ever since I joined the company, that holidays are becoming a rare commodity. I celebrated my first anniversary with the company in October and I still can’t believe how time has zoomed by. Nevertheless, it has been a really fruitful year. I’ve learnt so much and accomplished so much as a newbie that I really can’t complain. Yes, there were hard times, there were long hours into the night trying to finish my work, there were plenty of overtime, there was little sleep and a lot of stress, but at the end of the day, if you do what you like, and you like what you do, there’s very little that you can grumble about.

Furthermore I work with a wonderful local team and my department has been amazing. There is so much laughter and joy in the office that work doesn’t feel like work most of the time. I love going to work with that ridiculous bunch of fools. I’ve even made some great friends for life and that has taken me by surprise because I’ve never seen the workplace as a place where one can make true friends out of colleagues. Guess I was mistaken. But how pleasant that mistake has been.

I like my job, I like my colleagues and my bosses like my work. It looks like I’ve found home, except that I can’t possibly have found home at 26, can I? Sometime next year in October, perhaps I need to start thinking about my next destination. It has been a fascinating journey but seeing how limited both vertical and lateral movement is in the department, I guess I won’t stay long. Yes, you may call me ambitious, but I’m really curious to see how far I can go, how high I can climb. There is little in the status or materials that appeals to me, it’s that goddamn self-motivation that won’t make me stop. 

It’s Sunday today and I’m feeling so rested and refreshed after this long Hari Raya Haji weekend that I’m all prepared to go back to work tomorrow. Except that I’ve been forced to take the mandatory five-day leave next week. It has been painful trying to find time to stay away from the office for five days at a stretch, but I’m going to be penalized by HR if I don’t do so by end of the year, and I will be a lunatic to get a penalty for refusing to take leave. Who am I trying to kid anyway? Once I’ve applied for the leave, I am on cloud nine! FIVE freaking long days away from the office, away from all my colleagues (no matter how much I love them) and bosses, away from the documents, the emails, the hospitals!

I planned for a short trip last minute, so this short holiday won’t be spent in vain. I hope that I can update more in the days to come! And tomorrow I’m taking my mum, who also happens to be on leave, to town to do some early Christmas shopping! Otherwise I will be drowned in the annual December Christmas shopping loony crowd! I’ve $100 Takashimaya vouchers to spend, and what better way than to spend on my loved ones and colleagues? 😉

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B.U.S.Y

Hi there,

It was nice seeing you more often these days.

You still look cute, do you know that?

I’m sorry that I’m cold and aloof.

I’m sorry that you are shy and reserved.

But thank you for taking the initiative to talk to me twice.

I know how much that must have taken you.

So thank you again.

I promise that I will try harder next time.

I promise that I will remove my mask and tear down that Berlin wall of mine.

Till we meet again.

Two of my favorite artistes in a song = Plain brilliant

I love how they add flavor to this song.

Previously, I was like Keri Hilson who?

I know, I’ve been as busy as Alice trying to find her way out of Wonderland, and trying not to lose my mind like the Mad Hatter. I wanted to post this video ages ago, so here it goes:

Beyonce feat Kanye West – Ego

I hate men with big egos.

Ironically, the one who who catches my eyes often has one.

I guess it depends on how you look at it: arrogance or confidence.

“Some  call it arrogant,  I call it confident.”

I guess I always prefer arrogance to a low sef-esteem. Kanye tells you why.. 

Me and my ego,
And it go wherever we go,
My ego is my imaginary friend,
He was with me when I was only imagining,
I had dreams of the league,
One day I play Kobe,
I walk up to Puff and he really know me,
Couldn’t let the dream killers kill my self esteem,
Or use the arrogance as a steam that power my dreams