Dear blog...

I really do need to learn how to see that God's blessings are so much more than my troubles. But I guess, I tend to dwell on the bad things to see the good things. Haiz...

For example... And please don't laugh. I got my very first credit card. Ain't it dorky? For as long as I grew up in States, although the offer were tons and the deal was so much better than Singapore (for example a tudent card... don't really have to have any income to open the basic one, and this is a Citibank card) I never have the need or the thought to have one. My family kind of stressing on me to stay clear of debt through credit card and it's good in a way. But some of the ugly side effect, I couldn't make a big purchase, because I ain't got credit history. I rely on my debit card too much.


So in Singapore there's this ugly yellow and red (reminded me of McD's color)NETS card that somewhat almost cover the same basis as debit card, but not as flexible. So I was surprisingly elated when Jon signed up for the credit card and as his better half, I got the better half, hehehe... Just kidding. Seriously though, the card's function may only be as decoration to my wallet. So yup... My very first credit card.

Another thing... I fell in front of an escalator in Newton MRT. My sandal got caught in the groove of the uneven metal groove, so I tripped and fall. My left knee got skinned and hence I was wearing bandages for almost 2 weeks already. Good thing I don't need stitches. Patching the wound with gauze is already painful enough.

Now since I can't wear any heels to work due to my wobbly knee... to prevent any other dangerous silly catastrophe... I wore my sandals to work; the very sandals that brought the calamity. And since it's a flat pair, I couldn't wear my 'corporate' looking gear a.k.a shirt and pants. Cause the hem of the pants will cause another thing to worry about. So I've been wearing my skirt which showed my injured leg. Of course the sight caused my colleagues to ask the reason behind it, but on the plus side, my clients become more sympathetic. I thought I was milking the situation, until I noticed that basically most people that saw my bandaged knee became enraptured at the sight as though they never see a wounded knee before. Seriously. Some turned their heads just to focus on it and some even asked question about what happen. Hmm... It's just getting creepy. I mean if people that I know asked me what happen, I would answer. To strangers... Just simple word... I fell. Weird. And then more than half a dozen people teased me that I got tripped because I saw a cute guy. Yeah, I wish that's the case. At least, there's some reciprocity going on. But nope. Not even a soul was in front of me when I fell. The good thing about this... When I fell, I was at a safe distant from the moving escalator. Close enough, but not that close. Praise God indeed. But the whole experience was kinda 'different' in a way. I don't remember people staring at me in US, even when I was limping with crutches when I badly sprained my ankle... complete with a US Navy Haloween costume. Dude, even the bandages were bigger then, hahaha.

would you be looking at this?

OK that's it for now... Got to go zzzzz...

Late Submission

Hehehe... I supposedly have tons to say, since I'm kind of free at the moment. Well, my job would be to look for more client over the phone, but as much as I want to say that I'm not that introvert, I'm not as extrovert either. I guess if the character chart can describe me I'm a mix of Sanguine and Melancholy and a bit of temperamental like the other one, choleric (I think my character is a jumble within the Four Humours). In short... I'm confused.

Yep, I'm back in the blog bandwagon, since I realized that I got a reader... At least one. So got to please my sole reader with my entry :P (Thanks for reading Yu :P)

Kind of getting tired and bored with the job that I have right now, but don't really have the luxury to move to another. My job has the leniency of free times, due to doing sales roaming around Singapore, but, in the deepest heart of mine, it's not my job either. And this job is not really a climbing the corporate ladder job. Not that I dream to be a president, but this job offers you stagnancy. And everyday the creative side in me is suffering. Now, I'm more and more realized that Marketing and Sales are very different. Tho in the same time almost similar. I'm into tracking trends and perhaps consultation, but I can't do hard sell. Dude, I can't even bargain for my own good. For example, during our furniture shopping, I let my husband-to-be, Jon, to squeeze the price until, I was the one cringing at his offer. But I thought that it's good that at least he's quite aggressive that way. So we can save money.

Yesterday as I was eating lunch with my colleague at the compound's cafeteria, I heard this suited guy talked to his colleagues like no body's business. He was talking about changing his job. Looking at his suit and tie and the company that he's with (a Caucasian lady and another suited gentleman), I thought he wouldn't have anything to complain about his job. He said that if he would like to change job, it's going to be hard to find another one, because none really available. Although the government said the job market is getting bigger, but the truth is once you leave a job, then that's it for you. Hmmm... So I was not the only one that think that way, hehehe... I think the government tries to keep the morale of the public high by saying so. Yes, perhaps the job market is getting bigger... But what kind of a job? I get to know this girl who worked for my previous company. She was misjudging the job that she used to have for the current one (my ex-company). Which was more hellish. The thing was, she was aiming for a more flexible hours and not only that she didn't get the flexible hours (due to false pretenses) but she also got a lower paycheck, lower station and a terrible position. Don't want to be the skeptical phlegmatic, but is there such a thing as an ideal job? Yup... in search of Utopia.

Back about my job. I can't complain much, because in this job, there's not much to do either, although I felt weird that with all the free time that I have I don't really have any free time to do what I usually do also. This job is almost the same like Customer Service, and sometimes the 'Happy' disposition in me got chipped away every time I hear the customers' complaint... may it be price negotiation or just plain complaining about the product or dealing with unreasonable people. Although everybody said that things are just business and not personal... well, can't perceive it that way. Since when things are never personal? You are dealing with people and not some pole. See... person-al... dealing with people... are business dealing with machine?

And the thing is I become more forgetful... Stress... Due to what, I don't know... See? I'm stress until I don't know what I'm stressing about. And it's not because of Jon, OK? If I may say, we hardly going out on date anymore (unless if you count our date with the furniture :P). So if you think that all we do is just hang out and have fun... I wish that's the case. Perhaps this whole wedding prep and housing also sapped up all my energy too. And sometimes I feel bad for Jon, because he's been doing a lot for this prep and still have energy. Bless his heart... My knight is fighting for my happiness :) As he said so himself in one of our CG meeting that he's a "diamond"... and continuously said that he's girls' best friend... which invited the scorn from our CG brothers... should be "the girl's" best friend, and truthfully I was not too happy hearing his comment... but I realize he's more like diamond in the rough. He has a good heart and like to serve. And I pray that we both can grow up together in Christ and be the best couple we would like to be.

OK I think got to end this chit chat for now. Got to go back to work... Hehehehe