Sunday, February 25, 2007

Happy Lunar New Year

Lately I have been an absolute fiend when it comes to updating my sites. Work is becoming such an inconvenience. It is coming to a point that Dilbert is no longer funny. I swear Scott Adams is an intern at my office. 'Tis evil evil times.

Anyway, on a happier note - Keong Hee Huat Chai! Look HERE for my Chinese New Year misadventures. (Having two sites now is becoming a nuisance.)

Thursday, February 01, 2007

And the Monster Writes on

After years of broken resolutions, I have finally come round to owning my very own website. Yeay!

The new site is still very much a work in progress and as to its future, my guess is just as good as yours . I am letting it finds its own voice and I am excited to see where it leads me.

I will most definately continue with this blog as it has morphed from being a personal journal of healing and discovery to becoming the principal method friends and family know that I am still alive and complaining.

But I am not going to tell you where all the juicy and scandalous bit will be.
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Makeover shakeover

I have been hanging around the guys for too long. What little fashion sense I had dissolved along the way and now that I am back in the PR industry, I look like the Queen Mother among the Uma Thurmans, sans the gloves and royal sophistication of course.

It does not help that my Director only shops at Starhill, my manager is super gorgeous, and our secretary has three kids yet looks like a Malay pop idol. Oh, and I will be working closely with 3 immaculate ladies who are ex-cabin crew.

Now let me slither back under the rock where I came from.

I never really felt the need to be dolled up to go to work but now I wonder if I am an anomaly. I grudgingly admit that it is natural to be attracted to a beauty instead of a toad, regardless of her valuable expertise in Powerpoint, branding and copy-editing.

Before comments start coming in, I tell you, I am NOT overreacting. I have been so busy trying to make my employers look good that I neglect the walking advertisement that I am. (Currently the message I am sending out is along the lines of Will Work for Rebonding.)

Perhaps it might be a good idea to stop looking like a cabbage when I step into the office.
Nothing is as miserable as longing to go shopping when one is broke. Plus I have another problem. How do you conjure up fashion sense?