Searching for the sunset.

Post-shoot town trawling with C on a Friday night. What turned out to be complimentary desserts after I found a stone in my sticky date pudding, but yummy nonetheless, and extremely comforting after a long, trying week.

 Where rainbows end

Searching for the sunset

Level 3 spicy wings with the poly quartet - yummy but nowhere near the virgin level 6 I had with the CS babes.

Treading water.

Very, very, very, very, very busy. Gulp.

Taking stock.

I suppose it is when you're dog tired yet still buzzing with contentment that you can be certain you love your job. It's been a crazy week at work, but witnessing our hard work translate into a tangible product, and of course having the traditional closing drinks with the team, make all the scrambling and late nights worth it.

 But I did have a spot of calm before the storm. I spent the entire weekend doing absolutely nothing work related and what a breath of fresh air it was! It was good catching up on all the gossip with the GQC babes over pizzas and desserts on Saturday, as it was having Jin over on Sunday evening to demolish a few cupcakes and wine, in a somewhat homely tribute to our pre-India/HK happy hour margaritas. And despite her allergy to dust, she gamely got on her knees to peek under my bed and behind the piano in the hopes of uncovering something I've stupidly misplaced.

I've yet to find it.

Well, I should know by now that life indeed works in funny ways. Perhaps the answers I'm looking for will come to me in another way.

I'd still like to find it though.

I pulled a Merlion last night.

image from inmagine.com

After a long weekend of feasting, I returned to work yesterday only to have a Nepalese-Indian lunch after our shoot, and a five-course European dinner tasting at night. Both meals were very, very enjoyable and while I didn't roll back feeling as ill as I did after Sunday's dinner, I found myself springing awake at 3.30am, overcome with nausea. 

If there's one thing I detest the most in this world, it's barfing. This is coming from someone who would rather spend a week fighting nausea in India than to actually hug a toilet bowl and get down to it. So I held it in for an hour in the dark, but just as I thought the breathing exercises were working, a jolt of acid shot up my chest and I was soon at the mercy of my first barf in six years.

It was gross. So, so gross. Serves me right.

Too much food on my plate.

Literally, and figuratively. It's been absolutely crazy at work the past week, but I did find pockets of calm - some expected and some surprising - to keep me sane.
A Friday evening in a shophouse nestled away from the noise and traffic, chatting with a very hospitable interviewee; a movie, dumplings and finally catching up with C; a delish dinner with a new friend in one of my favourite parts of Singapore; an absolutely FILLING Sunday dinner with close friends and family; and a looooong three-hour sobering walk (definitely needed it after all that food!) this morning that took us through an empty CBD to Marina Bay Sands.

Yes, it's been a good long weekend indeed. :)

Official beginnings.

So I've graduated - the official proceedings have been attended and the caps have been tossed. It doesn't feel any different though, perhaps because I've been working for almost two months now. I do think the entire process is a tad overrated, but it did wrap up my final four years of education very nicely and provided my academic pursuit with a closure of sorts. I've never been a fan of NTU, but it is the place where I forged several unforgettable friendships. And the school did offer me many opportunities, some of which without I wouldn't be where I am today. So yes, it has been a tediously long but nevertheless fruitful time.

The safety net that comes with being a student has officially been whipped away, but I like feeling the ground beneath my feet. :)