Monday, September 26, 2016


It's been over a year since I took a leap of faith and changed roles within my company. After such a long time of working in the same function, it has been strange, terrifying and exciting to now be in a position where I am no longer the expert. Particularly in a time in which my industry is undergoing a significant amount of change and we are all expecting a restructuring to take place in my office.

From working on my first project - a small project that has been mentioned in my company's newsletters more than once - to working on some of the largest projects in not just my region, but the entire company, it's been such an amazing opportunity, albeit immensely stressful and scary too.

I had my performance review recently and was glad to hear that I'm a valued member of my small team and doing well. Just today, my regional manager checked with my line manager to see if I was in the high potential programme (a programme aimed at developing senior-level executives). I am - I'd been nominated for it on the basis of my performance in my old role - but just the fact that he'd asked made me glad that he was considering putting me up for it despite my relative newness.

I still get really stressed out by committees, and I still berate myself for not saying enough during meetings and I still have to force myself to network, knowing how important each of these activities is to my progression.

Still, I'm really happy about this move. For the longest time, I thought this was my dream job, and, now, I know it is. The nature of the job may change all too soon, but, for now, I can say I took that chance and made a difference.

Sunday, April 24, 2016

The unintentional hiatus

Has it really been that long since I last updated this?

I could have sworn I started on a post earlier this year, having had a wondrous month of dancing in January. Clearly, that was only in my head.

There has been so much that has happened, and, at the same time, so very little to write about.

First off, yes, we got married and we are tremendously happy. Just in case anyone was concerned that that was the reason there hadn't been an update since a few days before the wedding!

It has been hard to find the time to write, and harder still to find the words that could encapsulate the busy-ness of the last few months, the frustration that comes with living in UK (mainly housing prices and taxes), the stresses that come with working a new role in which one seems to be constantly making mistakes, the fears that come with working in an industry in which the survivors are those best able to adapt – and not knowing if your employer will be one of them – and the joys that come with enjoying wedded bliss.

Monday, August 31, 2015

Wedding Planning – the process

There are so many aspects of a wedding that anyone could ever write about. I had been meaning to do so over the last few months, more to keep in blogging practice, as opposed to sharing any real information and insight, although if I did manage to do so in the process, then, of course, that would be a happy bonus.

With less than two weeks to go, I am not sure what precisely to focus on:
  • The list of places that we shortlisted and visited during our visit to Singapore in November?
  • How we went about preparing for a Catholic wedding in Singapore from overseas? (Yes, despite the Catholic church being universal, there are some differences that neither we nor our priests grasped when we embarked on this.)
  • Our vetting process for vendors – and how my fiancé’s and my thought processes differed? (I’m more research, he’s more just do.)
  • The dress shops I visited?
  • Budgeting?
  • The things that I found really useful?
  • How I found out how useless I am at making decisions about utterly inconsequential things? I spent weeks looking at bridesmaids’ gifts and am not entirely sure whether I still want to get what I thought I wanted to get. When I finished Googling for them, I went to Etsy and eBay and then finally to BrideStory. I spent months agonising over which make-up artist to go with and decided to go with the one more of my friends disliked simply because I went with my gut, rather than choosing the safe path.

Monday, August 17, 2015

Engagement photos with Jonathan Ong

We got our engagement photographs back over the weekend, two weeks earlier than expected, and they were well worth the money we spent on them.

We were a little nervous when we had our session in early July; after all, we are not natural theatrical people who can strike up a pose when the moment calls for it. The boy points out that my whole demeanour changes when I notice a camera trained on me, and I just freeze up. But I was adamant I wanted some photos of us in London so that we could show them at our wedding in Singapore. After all, this is where we live. I also wanted photos of us when we would be relaxed and just free to be ourselves, instead of being under a fair amount of stress and having to deal with multitudes of people.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Dance like nobody’s watching

Wow oh wow oh wow!

I had the most incredible dance weekend ever, and that’s despite my encountering a number of rather silly problems which caused me to miss a number of workshops.

This wasn’t the same as previous weekenders where I was determined to get to as many workshops as possible in order to make up for my suffering my usual lack of confidence on the dance floor. Instead, because the boy and I attended Robert & Nicola Royston’s novice dance intensive (eight hours of dance theory and drills over Thursday and Friday), our heads were rather overloaded and we inadvertently ended up taking it easy on Thursday night (i.e. we fell asleep, woke up at 2 am and decided to sleep till morning rather than go for the social).

On Friday, as it was the boy’s last night at the event (he had to go off on business on Saturday), we ended up hanging out with our dance friends, imbibing copious amounts of alcohol and then hitting the dance floor close to 4 am. We ended up dancing till 6 am – and I even managed a dance where a friend told the boy that I “looked really good” and that I was “really working it”, comments I’d not ever heard before. That guy even asked me for a second dance later!

That became our first ever entry into The Breakfast Club (i.e. the legion of people who stay up all the way till breakfast is served at 6 am).