The job (Part 1)

At the end of last year, I made a decision to move out of where I was.  My reason was simple, I want to learn. Despite discouraging speeches from my previous boss and managers, I stayed true to myself and jumped ship.  It was not an easy feat.  

My directions are now different from where I was in the consultancy firm. I no longer do things that fits the budget of the clients and end up with some useless scope or doing things that I felt was "for the sake of it". With the new owned power and freedom, I was able to find true meaning to my work. In people's eyes, I have one of the cool jobs where I exposed people's dirty secrets and bring them to justice. As cool as it may sound, I am required to fly very often on very short notice. It may sounds like a real deal but in actual fact it is truly destructive. However, that's a story for another day.

Awhile ago, we had a global conferences in Cork, Ireland where members of the team from all over the world sits in for some training. In my opinion, it's more of a get-together. We flew in on Singapore Airline Business Class and stayed in famous chain hotels. Everyone was dressed to impress, except me. Apparently, I got a different memo from the rest.  My memo wrote, "semi-formal attire". In my own defence, I weren't dressed too shabbily either but I looked like I was such a slop in a room of people who are just trying to dazzle each other with their fashion sense. FYI, I am not in the fashion industry.

For the 2 weeks, I felt like I am the worse human being with the worse fashion sense ever and yes,  I didn't even bring my heels. Why didn't I bring anything nice? We had plans to travel around Europe after the conference and heels or some fancy dresses are just not something that I will need in my road trips. On a side note, it was freaking WINTER. 

I was in a tank top and a pencil skirt with my ever-not-so-neat hair

The Caucasian girls with good hair even when we drank till 4 am the night before

The Caucasian guys were in their suits

Back to the topic of the global conference, the competition was obvious and everyone was asking questions, even questions that made me roll my eyes so hard. I may not be the smartest pants sitting in that room, but I could tell they were trying real hard to stuff their names into people's head. Literally. 

Truth to be told, I was never put in a spot where I have to impress a group of people or was I ever required to do any networking event in consultancy firm. I was a fish out of the water. I did what I usually do, make comments and speak my mind, not the smartest thing to do. 

There was this night when we had this welcome drink with all everyone. Most of them changed into even more impressive dresses, except me. Seriously, is our company paying that well that we can buy so many nice dresses? The Director, in his 50's came over to me for a chat. I was with another European manager chatting since I was the "NEW KID ON THE BLOCK". (Wrong move, always go introduce yourself) I had my third stout and the conversation was actually engaging. 

Lo and behold, I did something that my friends will not be surprised. I looked up, he was at least 2 metre tall, and exclaimed, " How old are you? You have baby-face."

The world turned silent. I could hear the European Manager's heart beat.

The director finally opened his mouth and graciously replied, "That's the best thing I heard today. Thank you, you have no idea how happy I am now."

His eyes did not show any sign of happiness. I could imagine my career shattered there and then. 

There there, story of my new life at my new workplace. 

J

The man that gives me the world

"A blessed thing it is for any man or woman to have a friend, one human soul whom we can trust utterly, who knows the best and worst of us, and who loves us in spite of all our faults." - Charles Kingsley

I'm truly blessed to say I have such a friend, a soul mate and a partner that loves me in spite of all my flaws. The only human that I let in to see my vulnerabilities. Having say that, I present the boy.



I believe everything happens for a reason and truly we happened for a god darn good reason. Words can't describe how grateful I am and how truly blessed life is.

Loving you isn't easy but the best choice I made . Thank you for loving me, may we grow old and wrinkly together.

J

Passion vs monetary gains

Going through life and accepting fate was what our parents and/or friends have taught us. As cliché as it may sound, we learnt from our mistakes and should never give up that burning fire in you.

At any point in life, we have to make at least one life changing decision. Be it marriage, career or even education. How does one know what is good for them? If life is predestined then why do we still have to make choices?

If only we could click refresh when things turned bad or given an opportunity to start with a clean slate but what's the fun of it?

As late as this post is, I made a career move to move out of my comfort zone. Did I regret or will I regret? Yet to know but I'm all ready to accept the challenges ahead.

Chase after that burning fire and you will feel like you never work a day.

J

The brave and weak hearted

The brave hearted take their chances and live their life on the edge, while the weak hearted takes calculated risks. What are you?

J

The hobby

Apart from being a realist and a hedonist, I'm like any other girl. Vain. I dress up, I look after myself and I exercise. I adore effortless beauty but effortless doesn't apply to me.

Constantly chasing after perfection and I'm fully aware that no one is perfect. But I'm not anyone. I'm me.

I'm not complaining, just reinstating the fact that I'll try anything to better myself (Maybe not anything anything).

I beat genetics purely due to hard work, in the facial department. I started my 3 steps facial regime at the age of 10. I read magazines to understand the need for all those steps and the cause of those unsightly problems.

My siblings are troubled by acne issues and they always wondered why.

My boyfriend says I've an innate ability to constantly learn but never did he understood the fact I weren't a pretty kid and my skin was my only asset.

As I grow older, my sibgle eyelids decided to stay double and I got better at makeup, I grew more confident but that didn't stopped me to constantly look for the perfect facial products.

However, perfect doesn't always equate to expensive. Like a life long compatible life partner, branded doesn't mean it suits you.

J

The realist

Realists have a firm grip on reality and can see things for what they are, not what they are told they are.

Realists have their own views and do not let themselve be victims to propaganda and misconception.

1. There is the Pessimist who believes the glass is half empty!

2. There is the Optimist who believes the glass is half full!

3. Then there is the Realist who knows it is just half a fucking glass!

I'm not a dreamer and I don't flatter things or people if they don't deserves it. Some calls me rude in my face while others disguise their contempt with their thin smiles.

My opinions are solely made based on my own personal experiences and if you do not feel comfortable and/or queasy reading, please never come back.

J

The hedonist

The pursuit of luxurious pleasures in life: a better bag and a better income to chase after the hedonistic life. We live in a life of pleasure and wants.

I have this constant want to better myself, looks, image and my being. Join me in my journey

J