Week 2 has commenced.

In short, I am in Asia Travel Retail, I report to the GM Yvonne, who has curled hair and wears lots of black, enjoys reading and has 2 daughters. I work closely with KellyPark who is from Korea, ( she studied Art in a female-only university ). My jaw dropped today when Yvonne told me she would be flying to Taiwan and London and would only be back in July; Kelly would be off to London for 2 wks as well, which means, I work ALONE ( because Grace and Fookin are under different dpts). It is also worth mentioning that the office is really cold, meaning you wouldn't want to risk having a cardigan out of reach. One highlight was to watch a Webcast where Christopher Bailey showed clips of Emma Watson as the new Burberry model.

That's about it for now, it's been great so far, I really enjoy this even though I feel a little detached sometimes, when the darkness of the night and the humid air greets me, I get slightly confused of reality to be free from the office, where everything seems hurried and important admist customary exchanges of niceties. As always, the process of making new friends thrills me but correlates to missing my comfort zone and the people who are the closest to me. It makes me curious if there are loved ones I can fall back on, who will offer a listening ear and with whom I can share my stories as a way to partake in my day. I now opt to appear available on MSN, I read my friends blogs regularly with avidity, I sms and chat them with more passion, and little things make my heart warm in an exaggerated blown up fashion.

I haven't started to dread work yet, although on Sunday nights I miss the weekend already. I want slow, lazy yet meaningful weekends. The first workweek Saturday I went to Queensway, making my way through heaps of shoes and FBTs and Drifits. On Sunday morning I had tuition before heading over to Jason's for a perfect chilling session. I attempted to read Can Man Be Rational while he leafed through a heavy yellow book thickened with articles. After dinner we went opposite for lovely Hot Chocolate on red couches, had a nice talk before I trudged home, a little worn out. Monday came and it was intense, I left office at 8, got a headache and slipped into languidness, came home and was revived by the trusty Panadol, and tucked in heartily to buttery salmon and miso soup while watching a smacking new Shinhwa DVD. Finally I snuggle into bed, grateful to have the aircon on, drinking cold milk and taking my breakfast as supper, the pleasing warmth of the laptop against my thighs. At the same time i feel lost and vulerable, I find myself wanting, I sense a need for protection. I cannot explain why for lack of a good understanding of myself, but I know that sleep purges such emotional tugs.

I shall sleep now!