I can't find my wedding shoes!!!!!!!

I just don't get it..

I mean, how difficult can it be to get a pair of shoes? I am not asking for the heavens and the earth, all I am asking for is a pair of simple ivory coloured covered pumps of 3.5 inches in height.

I am not even looking for diamonte rhinestones, but somehow, the shops in singapore just don't sell something like that!!!

And Fredericks has just simply refused to sell me because they have had too much problems with foreign credit cards. darn..

I really don't want to make to order because I really don't see the point in paying $100+ for something so simple that everyone hardly sees...

Sigh... please lah, dear God or somebody up there, kindly make my dream shoes available to me somehow leh...

Sianz....

My job is like an archaeologist at work

I am really not trying to be secretive about my job. The problem is, if I expose too much, there will be people who are secretly viewing my blog and then might just start spreading tales, which is the primary why I attempt to avoid issues that are directly related to my job, hence the use of pseudonyms for various terms and companies that I may mention.

I know its really rather paranoid of me, but if I say too much.... well.. you know.. the Net has eyes and ears.. so better not..

Anyway, back to today's topic.

Frankly, I think that my job is very much like an archaeologist digging into the grave of a dead Egyptian Pharaoh. It's like I'm part of the Discovery Channel except that I am in the corporate world.

Why? Aiyah, if you've watched the recent episode of The Secrets Of The Lost Egyptian Queen, yea, well.. my typical life at work is something like that.

First, the ancient Egyptians would do their thing and mummify their dear Pharaoh, right? They go through the whole embalming process, get rid of the internal organs by taking it out of the body and putting them in some copic jars, and wrap and wrap and wrap under layers and layers of fine linen and bury their dear mummy in a nice sarcophagus which is then placed in a labyrith of tunnels way down under in a very painstakingly built pyramid.

Yea well, my job is also like that. Some time back, some employees of the Clan would deal with their problems the same way. They think that the problem is settled (i.e. dead) and so keep it stored in some arcane electronic archive that nobody has access to or even knows exists. They take apart the problem and bury different parts of the same problem in different parts of the corporate back up system. Then they bury the problem under immense layers of other problems and issues that are just somehow remotely related to the problem and then bundle it all up together. This is then stored again, back into that arcane weird system that just simply can't seem to show what you want, when you want it.

So then comes along little Lilith (i.e. me!), the corporate archaelogist. Some other archaelogist digs here and there and then discovers the problem still exists. So we dig and dig and dig past all the old stuff (but of course, you know what, tunnels tumble and floors give way while wall murals get defaced) so of course, maybe the email system crashed, the paper trail gets lost etc etc and some things just can't be found. Then your head archaelogist asks me, "why is the Pharaoh's arm missing? Is it in some other tomb?" So little me goes into the other tombs to dig and dig somemore in hope of finding that missing arm, leg or head or whatever.

Ultimately, Ta-dah! We have found the Pharoah and his missing arm and the rest of his parts that are there, then we realise that this Pharaoh is in the wrong sarcophagus. "That's not the queen! That's the nanny!" Alamak, so we go around and dig again...

So yea lor.. that's my entire job for today.. going around chatting with the different head archaelogists who somehow have only me to command.. Then what to do? No one else but me to dig lor...

Sigh.. the life of a Kah Kia.. sibei Chamz...

My Celebrity Look Alike!

I've been told countless of times that I look Korean, or at the very least, very very Asian.. This just proves it.. But seriously, Jolin Tsai? That's just stretching it a little too far...

Today, one of my old friends said something really really sweet to me.

It wasn't exactly that the sentence was sweet or the atmosphere or whatever.. It's just that it sounded like somwthing that you would never in your life imagine to hear (or in my case, see) ensuing from him...

John has always been a very tight-lipped, calm and composed person. If he were your boyfriend, you would never hear him say stuff like "I Love You" or that "You mean the world to me.." etc etc because that is just like so not him...

So as a friend.. it is even more unlikely to hear him say anything even remotely close to something like, "You will always be important to me in a special way.." But that was precisely what he said..

You know some people? They are just so tight lipped that once they actually say something from the bottom of their hearts you feel so overwhelmed and touched that you might jsut cry? Yea, well, the scenerio was something like that.

Back when I was in Scots, I came across his friendster that contained his "pseudo wedding pictures." While I admit that I felt really left out of his life, I could hardly blame him, considering that I was miles and miles away..

But today, John told me that even if he got married (which ultimately he hasn't as of now,) I would still be important to him as a friend..

Admittedly, considering that John and I go like way way way back as friends, some things you might feel just don't need to be articulated.. but somehow I think it feels really good to have him say it out loud...

I am really rather pleased that I still have friends scattered around, as bo chup as I am.. so I hereby would like to extend a huge thank you to friends around me...

Thanks for being around!

I LOVE MY JOB!

Okie, I know this sounds like I am trying to curry favour my bosses, just in case they happen to read my blog or something.

But seriously, it's a fact.. I love my job! No doubt that my paycheck is not as fat as some of my other friends, but I am really really happy here.

I'm working with my good friends who support me so much more than what I am capable of doing for them (because obviously they are more experienced than me?), and because I think I've got great colleagues and bosses as well.

I'm also getting a lot of opportunities to upgrade because I am a ready replacement for them since my colleagues often sign up for classes then later cannot go (lucky me, with gratitude to them).

And they are very nice to ask me to lunch, when they see that Regine and Junling aren't around.

Sometimes, it's really not about the $$. I see no point in making like $500 more a month than me but then you have to slog and slave and put in 12 hour work time, coming back on PH and Sundays, leaving home and leaving office whilst never seeing the sun...

No, not me! I don't mind getting paid less and being happy... Because I know, if I am not happy, I'll be putting in lots of MCs and losing sleep... Then I'll have to see the doctor.. even though I am not paying for it, I still rather be going to work than going to the doctor...

Yay! It's work again tomorrow!!

HAPPY BDAY REGINE!!!

Dearest Regine is finally 21!!!

Yay!! Very glad for this dear friend of us, and to celebrate, we bought her the bag of her dreams, even though it costs us all an arm and a leg..

Still, very glad for her.. cos our baby girl has finally grown up! Sob Sob!

Happy Bday Regine!!!

Oops! I think I must have made Junling very pissed lately!

I think I must be really irritating the hell out of Junling at work, even though she is too nice to say so..

Made her do extra work today because I thought she had read a particular email and so I acted on it and then deleted it.. In the end, because she didn't read it, she went to act on it too and in the end found out that her work was redundant for that particular case...

Very sorry... And worse, it's not the 1st time that I am pissing her off.. Again, she's too nice to say so..

You know me and my mouth lah, sometimes say too much irrelevant things... I must be constantly remind myself to be more conscious so as not to annoy her...

Cos'... I really cannot do without her! She's my helpline!!

-Who wants to be a millionaire? fanfare-

Host: And we are now at the $1 million question... How do you calculate the B$?
Me: Can I ask for a helpline?
Host: Yes, you have one lifeline left, Call A Friend... Who would you like to call?
Me: JUNLING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Today is Commencement Day!

I have never thought that the Singapore National Anthem could be so beautiful.

When I was a kind, never once did I imagine that the National Anthem which I would sing for almost every single day of my childhood would sound so good to me now. Where I once kept my mouth rebelliously shut, today I found myself singing MY national anthem with pride...

Somehow, surrounded by my cohort mates in the University Cultural Center with the National Anthem echoing around the hallowed halls, I felt overwhelmed, to the verge of tears... I am Singaporean, yes yes yes! And no one can take that fact away from me...

Maybe it was the mere fact that I haven't heard it for over 6 years. Maybe because I haven't fully appreciated Singapore until having lived abroad. Or maybe, it was the occasion of finally attending the ceremony of which I can officially say, "I've graduated!"

No matter how, the National Anthem was undoubtedly one of the most beautiful tunes I have heard , since time immemorial.

It's a good feeling, going up to the stage, walking down that 10 metre stretch that somehow seemed like 10 times longer, shaking the hand of that old but diginified looking gentleman known as the Pro-Chancellor, and then going to the end of the hall to obtain that envelope containing my certs with my name on it...

Really really glad!!! Thanks NUS.. I love you!!!