All grown up and nowhere to go

Archive for May 2010

It’s taken two long years of disillusioned work for Xxxx, one year of mostly singlehood, half a bed’s worth mountain of clothes, four stacks of new unread paperbacks and 3 branded shoe boxes to realize this, but I finally get it.

1. Money doesn’t buy you happiness.

2. Material things don’t make you feel content.

3. A good-paying job will always be not enough as long as you hate it.

Even 8 months bonus feels like cat piss when your mental well-being is put to the test every single day, when your Xxxx sprays spit at you. I chose not to go for IBD jobs for a reason – to not have to go through the shit that IBD Analysts are put through. So why am I overworked, underpaid (relative to the amount of work that I do), and most importantly – so unhappy?

Please, please don’t ever sit on your laurels and ‘go with the flow’. If you think you can do better, then stop whatever you are doing and seize the day. If you want to act but can’t even put up a decent poker face, go to acting school. If you want to dance, go for it and be embarrassed in the first few dance lessons – it will get better, you will improve. If you want to be a trader – start taking risks. This is me telling myself: quit the job you hate and beg, lie, cheat, steal for the one you love. Trade salary for passion – it will be the smartest thing anyone has ever done, and I am proud and jealous to know at least 2 people who have been brave enough to face the music.

Passion is the most important thing. Being able to afford (on credit) branded things does not satisfy a person. I will never, ever trade the companionship of a loved one for a pair of Louboutins. Louboutins will not give you lasting contentment even if they lie next to you in bed – although you will probably sleep better with the calming scent of pig skin red sole.

800-dollar dresses are still dresses that go out of style, that you grow out of after 6 months of stress-eating. Material things don’t last, just as flirt-of-the-days don’t — they are just there to distract you from the black hole, the soul-sucking job.

I can’t believe I hate my job so much now that I have to blog about it and risk the consequences, but I don’t care any more – I hate my job and I will do anything and everything to do what I really want to do. No matter how long it takes, no matter the financial consequences. I would rather wear the same clothes every day for the rest of the year because I can’t afford new ones from This Fashion (or ASOS, since exchange rate is quite favorable at the mo) than to feel miserable being a slave to Xxxx.

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I’m down with the flu today. Been sniffling since yesterday and I guess a late night game at MTP after 14 hours of work doesn’t help. So am skiving off of CFA study schedule tonight to fully concentrate on a date with Glee, Gossip Girl, and many episodes of 30 Rock. And also getting lots of rest, of course.

I never realised how disgusting I was/am whenever I’m sick. At work crumpled used tissue paper scattered around my desk like confetti, and my perpetual need to drink something hot saw a tower of Babylon made of stacks of empty hot Milo cups from the vending machine.

Also, I tried to open a packet of Kong Guan biscuits (fake Oreos), but wrenched the plastic too hard that the biscuits flew out and hit me in the forehead, to the amusement of my desk neighbour.

Lowest point of my illuminated career in Xxx, I tell ya.

Seriously tired of blowing my nose on tissues, am gonna take meds and then drink Teh Botol (comfort drink). And yet, despite my mounting amount of clothes at the bottom of bed, sea of crumped tissue paper and CFA notes in the periphery I cannot help but be drawn to the new shoes / accessories page at ASOS. Curses!

Eh I discovered the below note under my draft posts… It’s dated back to 2008 I think. Wonder when and if I’ll ever feel this kind of emoness over a guy again.

I miss him.

8 hours of time difference is really cruel. My night is his day, and during the day he has to go to school which leaves us with maybe an hour of decent talk time.

I miss him physically being there. Touching his muscled arms and toned abs, wishing I have a flat tummy too…

I miss shopping with him. I miss hugging each other tightly and trying to walk at the same time.

I miss playing with his hair, flicking up the ends and messing with his parting.

I promise I will not be affected by this new development. But seriously, dangling a carrot when I can’t have it. When I want it so bad.

This is gross.

I woke up refreshed this morning after sleeping relatively early at 2 a.m (had to finish watching Grindhouse/Planet Terror first). Succumbed to my yearning for McD’s hotcakes and served generous dollops of maple syrup over my hotcakes… yum! :>

Studied Quantitative Methods in the sweltering heat & humidity. I swear, the moment I came out of the shower I started sweating. While earlier in the morning I could absorb the multifactor regression concepts pretty easily, the heat gets to me closer to noon time. Could not master heteroskedasticity significance testing. But I was still happy :> because…

ASOS is having free shipping to Singapore (& Aussie) until 3rd May! :> :> :> confirmed this promo with Zeezeetop and quickly started clicking away.

I need this dress to look feminine & demure, yet girly and approachable! Being single is hard :>

The perfect summer sandals! :>

Finally found an Alice in Wonderland-themed piece. This will go great with my metal chain necklace and new jeggings...

My new jeggings! :> For work on Fridays, weekend strollabouts, and lounging around. So versatile.

For work, so it's not even counted as an impulse buy! This will go great with my nude heels, pearl studs, & super skinny belt :>

So rare to find glads which are close-toed, and in such a nice muted shade too! For work, and also play :> Can't wait to wear them with the jeggings!

Also for work... eh, when I'm feeling naughty & rebellious. Or for night outs, when I want to look devil-may-care but cheeky. Being single is hard :>