My boss had PMS today. I was the unlucky target in a way. It was his unclear instructions and decisions; but I am the scapegoat.

Haiz. The perils of working life. The difficulties to climbing that corporate ladder.

Marry me someone!

On Valentine's Day, someone told me this:
'You have no flowers or chocolates or presents on Valentine's Day. But you have my heart.'

I must confess that if it was just ANY body saying it to me I would probably have laughed it off and shudder at the thought.

But I did not.

Because the person who said it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

At that moment, I could not have felt more loved. The words made every pore of me smile, from its very core.

I received a gift today. All the way from Tokyo. And the sender said he picked one that was most like me. Got to agree I cannot pick faults with his choice.

Thanks buddy! Come home soon, looking forward to gym sessions with you.

I feel like I am in kind of a rut recently. Trying to figure myself out and challenge myself more while giving myself more chances. I really do not want to throw in the towel so soon and at this juncture.

But oh man! I am so weary of it all.

Think positive. Feel positive.

I was reading a friend's blog and there was this question on what other name did you wanted.

This brought me to a memory I had when I was young. I used to like the name Stephanie alot. Wanted to call myself that. In primary school, I did not have any friends in school by that name. Then I met one of my father's colleague's daughter. She was a couple of years older. She had really long hair and pretty big eyes. And she was called Stephanie. Despite the age difference then, we got along quite well, she even called me sometimes after school to chat. That memory further deepened the impression that girls named Stephanie are really nice, pretty and friendly. Then when I went to secondary school, I got a new friend who was also named Stephanie. Of course by then I no longer wanted to change my name. But the warm impression the first Stephanie left me was still around. Again we became friends, then sisters.

In my course of work now, I got to know another two Stephanies. One very pretty and quite a nice person. The other not so pretty, and her mood determines whether she was nice to you or not.

All in all, I also conclude that girls named Stephanie are all quite fiery, at least the ones I know.

Hee.

By the way, I used to like the name Sarah too.