Team-building morning

Loving Amy Winehouse.
Her songs have this very indulgent, guilty, groovy, honest feel to it.
Pity abt the drugs tho.

Anyway.
I survived the outdoors course today.
All employees have to attend this 4-hour OBS-type obstacle course at Sentosa this morning.
Walk the tightrope, scale a wall that has nothing (!!) for u to hold on to, hula-hoop...the worst, ugliest, most embarassing stuff.
Anyway, the impt thing is, i completed it.
It sounds really bad on paper.
In fact, i was soooo reluctant to go.
But i kept telling myself 90% of the time, thinking abt it is worse than actually doing it.
So i went.
In any case, it's been a long time since i've been to Sentosa.
And i do need some sun + outdoors.

I'm really proud of myself for completing all these.
Much as i love sports, i'm really not good at hand-eye coordination.
It's my weak spot.
Which means, ball games are always out.
I kinda like the wall climbing thing, which is the hardest obstacle.
There's smthg abt wall climbing that makes u feel stronger.
It makes use of your whole body, and it's fear-eliminating.
You feel brave, and proud, and very good abt yourself after scaling a wall.

It was good teamwork, loads fun and tonnes better than i expected.

Next week: D&D.
Cool, tis is that time of the year man.
Bring on the music, the dresses, the makeup, the booze and the fun!
I love it.

where's the light at the end of the tunnel?

making progress bit by bit.
the pressure is sure...hard to live down.

1st wk report

Fresh New Looks


sometimes, simple n fuss-free works like a dream.
as i get older, this seems increasingly attractive.
in case i forget, i am turning a very sombre n boring 27 next year.
Hate to say time flies...but where did my 20s go??!!!
Anywy, time to start dressing my age.




Very Ella-Moss. I like.
very easy to put together.
An effortless, casual-anything-goes, weekend look.




I love these patents!!!!!!!!!!!! genius!





Dutch diva Helena Christensen looking gorge.
DJ, photographer, designer, supermod, mother, retailer...what can she not do

From Vera Wang's new, younger line.

Survived the 1st week.
lots of mistakes.
impossibly jam-packed.

hardly anytime 2 breathe.

need more zzzzzzzzzz.
lots to learn.

can't afford to slip up.

3 cardinal sins @ work - to be slow, blur &/or static.

feels like a sore thumb sticking up at all the wrong places.

but, the empowerment feels gd.

the colleagues r smart, super-fast n impossibly bright.

with 'peers' like these, i can only get better.

tis y i love working with a cosmopolitan bunch.

the best of them comes out.

it feels like being in oz all over again.

there are no politics - they're too smart 2 sweat over such shite.

their work-life balance is incredible - finish up ur shit n get the hell out.

they work hard, n play harder.

they challenge everything, n can adapt to anything.

there are no hard n fast rules.

their confidence, intelligence and quick wit is impressive.

loads to learn.

more than monday blues

Marco is now 7 weeks old.
And I'm starting work on Monday.
This thought alone reduced me to tears just now.

Flashback to the few days before I gave birth.
Whatever prompted me to look for a new job then, you may ask?
Especially when i've already discussed with Terence that i will stop work for 6 months to look after our baby.
And he's assured me that he can cope, financially, that is.
So what was my deal-breaker?

1. I knew i didn't wanna go back to my old job after the maternity break.

2. I could not see myself as a full-time, stay-home mum for 6 months.
To me, that was like the land of sloppy tee-shirts, dishevelled frizzy hair, fat thighs, auntie-talk and other irreverent/irrelevant stuff. I was frightened of landing in mummysville and never feeling my age, my youth, my self again.

3. After almost a year of 'corporate hiatus', i felt this surge to carve a niche for myself in my industry. After all the sacrifices on the work front due to the pregnancy, i was so raring to go.

4. I went shopping by myself and envied those corporate women - that look of independence, confidence etc. I bought into their poseurisms. Gucci bag, check. Nice hair, check. Nice suit, check. Subtle heels, check. High spending power, check. The realm of me, myself and I, check.

5. I didn't know any better.


Probably cos Marco wasn't born yet.
And I had no clue just how addictive he can be.
How adorable, tender, sweet, miraculous, amazing, cuddly he is.
How I can ever love someone so much, or know of such a love in my lifetime.

And now, I dread Monday.
I can feel it creeping close, inching uncomfortably closer.

And I need to gather strength pronto.
To tell myself I can do it.
I can handle this impossible juggling act.
Tonnes of working mums have done it - it must be possible, even if it's heart-wreching.
I must not give up.
This is an excellent job at an excellent place...
I must not screw up or give up.
I must not be distracted by Marco, motherhood and my family.
I must don an iron shield, if possible.

Lord, I pray, for strength and focus.