A new beginning...

Whoa! I am blogging again! And I am officiating it on the first day of 2009! *pats self on back*

Have not done this for donkey years, and literally abandoned my last 2 blog sites, but this is a means for me to let out my thoughts and opinions (chances of me having one is like a light switch suddenly being flicked).

Where do I start? Now that’s a good question, since I have only just come to ‘inheriting’ this machine from my sibling. Learning the ropes of handling such a ‘delicate’ thing. But it is better than me being missing and not knowing whats going on out there.

Been very much the workaholic ever since I got started with the Blue Star. I realised that the only way forward (and hopefully upward) in here is through hard work and maturity to handle the everyday tasks I am assigned to. Part of the tag line we are to hold on to is “I love my job”, which means I have to love what I am doing, no matter how challenging it may be. Call me nuts, but I actually do love my job after all. Yeah, maybe it is a little on the crazy side sometimes, and yes, we do have KPIs to comply to, but heck, which other organisation doesn’t? Therefore, indeed I LOVE MY JOB! (my boss is gonna be so proud should he stumble upon this).

On a personal note, my social life is, well, lifeless. No, I do not work on weekends, so its only a Monday to Friday job. But somehow I just do not seem to have this colourful sort of social life a lot of people out there have. Maybe I need to be more aggressive in getting what I want, (in this case a life!) but the so-called stereotypical social life is build on friendships/relationships. This is the foundation, and this is the one thing I am lacking.

I know I will get there someday, but for the time being, have to just hang in here a little longer.
For now, I am still single and available, looking for Mr Right. That one won’t come so soon, I am guessing since I did tell Mum that I am ready to stay a spinster for the rest of my life. That is being negative, she said, but someday my prince will come and sweep me off my feet, carry me off to his castle far far away. Now that is the ideal storybook ending, so lets inject some reality into that: he’ll romance me with the candlelight dinner (and all the works), and he’ll drive me off in a Mercedes to his mansion in some posh neighborhood. Now that is something out of a realist’s storybook.

Perhaps my next entry would be a more interesting one…

C’est la vie!