I come in alien peace.

Yeah yeah I know I’ve been a pretty lousy blogger these past 2 months. Blame it on the REAL WORLD (i.e. the working world) which puts me through the same agonizing torment every night of deciding if I should spend my precious 3+ hours 1. dinnering/catching up with friends 2. resting at home/talking to YJ. Throw in the option 3 of world cup and it pretty much makes it even more stressful to make the decision. WHERE GOT TIME TO BLOG!? (Loving my singlish right there)

Alas, this is my last week of work. It has been so bittersweet, and I would like to leave saying that I have been humbled by many things. I guess thats what the real world does to you – it either fluffs you up or it brings you down to earth. Today I suddenly remembered this verse:

Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves. – Phil 2:3

So radically impossible and hard to do but it is required that we at least try. This actually doesn’t really apply that much to work as it does to just life and people in general :) Aha. I love my workplace & colleagues!


ANYHOW IN OTHER BREAKING NEWS, MY HOMIE ANDREW JARROD POON LEAVES SINGAPORE ON WEDNESDAY 11AM and tonight is our last night to hang out. I am so sad. And once again, feeling bittersweet about it all. RAWR.


Stories from work



Today I discovered that more than half of my (small) office are Christian. Or at least, go to church. Upon the recent topic of City Harvest undergoing investigations of funds, one colleague (a self-professed anti-CH individual) got really flared up and said the following to another colleague who was from CH –

I ask you ah, when Jesus came to earth, he got cut album or not?”

I love that this sentence is in such authentic Singlish btw – it makes it so much more spontaneous and real. Following which, he continued “when Jesus heal people, he got charge consultation fee? When he turn water into wine, he got charge service charge?” I proceeded to laugh uncontrollably and could not stop for a good few minutes. (FYI just to clarify: I don’t think any church charges fees for consultations or services; I think he was just a little too caught up in the moment)


Every Monday morning we have an editorial meeting. I’m technically just there to sit in, cos my responsibilities are more marketing-based. The exchange of information is eye-opening and really intriguing. Before this job I have had no contact with any form of the business sector other than, uh, friends who study business in university. Pathetic as it sounds, I feel so fulfilled upon being privy to first-hand information about the business sector as they throw it around the table. Today the boss made a speaker phone conference call to another company’s ongoing business meeting and all of us sat in to listen. In my head I couldn’t help but go all fangirl – OOOH THIS IS LIKE IN THE MOVIES!! SO EXCITING. Needless to say I like feeling important.


I have lobang in the office for web design/websites  + techie work + Mac products and apps. ‘Nuff said.


I like it that I’m the only girl in the office floor I’m on. That means I can wear whatever crazy (or lazy) combination of things I want, and I know they won’t really care nor judge. I am wearing my fake specs today, and when I told them it was fake, they just gave me a bewildered look and then went back to do their work. I win.



My job is cool cos I get to browse socialite magazines and discover inspirational quotes from the rich and famous. (ok this isn’t really my job scope; I’m supposed to be looking for companies to call)



I love my work environment. It is sandwiched between quaint Ann Siang and bustling Chinatown, hidden among the fancy shmancy shophouses decked out row by row along the road. Pretty cafes, boutiques and high-end restaurants are next door. It is quite the inspiring walk en route to the little white door of the office. One of the best parts is that some of the Best local fare can be found in hawker centers a stone’s throw away, alongside all these Atas angmoh joints (I stereotype indeed). The urban planner must have had in mind the plight of the poor and hungry office worker at lunchtime.


I LOVE THE NEW WORDPRESS THEME! Ima gna edit it either tonight or later this weekend when I have time. Its time for a little revamping. But I love it as it is right now already, with the image bordering and bold title fonts and such. Love. Yea don’t know if you’ve observed – I might be a mess in real life with my room falling apart, but when it comes to my blog layout, I’m kinda perfectionist about it. HA THE IRONY.


via halfwaythrough

So this weekend has been a little bit off the hook. Stolen credit card, police report, guilt and indignance all fused into one, mad ranting and raving, and I had to quit my job as a result. Also, I am confident that I jinx myself into these trials. Its like God gives me homework after I write down what I’ve learnt. Things like these always seem to occur after I put out some public declaration of my faith/wave my fists wildly at the world, and the like. Refer here and here.

So.. the good things about quitting:

I can now paint my nails and my weeknights are alot more free! Freedom from slavery!

Bad things about quitting:

I feel really guilty about just leaving like that :( I was just starting to get used to it.


I’ve been searching for words of encouragement over this period, and God gave some on Sunday morning.

Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. But He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” 2 Cor 12:8-9

I always knew this verse, but I never took note of the sentence in the front.  About how Paul prayed three times for God to take away the trial, but God didn’t, and responded as such. Suddenly it became so much more powerful with the context.



Where I currently reside, 3 nights a week.