Something from Topshop!
No, it's not a top, unfortunately.
Topshop Paperdolls! I never thought I'd get excited over this.
Entered one of the many contests on KinkyBlueFairy (which always, always have Topshop in it) and received an email from her saying she's sending me the paperdolls. (read about it here) Please, one is never too old to play with paperdolls.
Had to berebut these with my 9-year old cousin. At least I let her play with one of the dolls.
*blows nails*
It's a bunch of British designers' latest pieces made into paper, and you're supposed to wrap the thing around the model's body (in case you're a guy and have no idea what it's about). Yes, it is the simple things that keep a girl happy.
I think I love David Koma's the most. So simple yet sophisticated (compared to others). The second picture is Mary Katrantzou's.
Am going to put these on my office's table and cabinet later. The perfect place.
I met her when we went to this rumah anak yatim for our community service session during the induction, and I still remember her excited face when we first reached there. In fact, I still remember each and everyone's face there - they were excited to see us, and yet too shy to even say a word.
We had a drawing session for the girls, and she drew a pretty girl with a blonde hair. When asked, she said she thought it was pretty. For a girl who's not brought up in a fancy home with Astro's Disney channel to influence her with blonde princesses and whatnots, I was really touched.
It humbles me to see these girls who either lost their parents or still have parents but they just couldn't afford to raise their kids, because in a way, I'm really one of them. Our fate is somehow the same - but totally different. I lost my dad when I was a teenager, but the only fine line that lies between me and them is I'm lucky to have a mother who could afford to give us shelter and a decent-enough living - while these kids don't. It humbles me to think that if I didn't have that, God knows where I'd end up to be.
And if these kids were given the same chance, maybe they would somehow have a better life now. It makes me realize just how lucky I am, and that my Mum is really a superhero.
You know what are the perks of being in the industry dominated by men?
You get so sick of black tight trousers that you'd want to wear skirts.
YES, EVEN for one (ehem) who has never, ever worn a skirt in her entire life.
Strange, but true. If you raid through my closet, the possibility of finding one piece of A-line pencil skirt is 0, I can assure you that. But now that I'm surrounded with white-and-green company shirts and black trousers, while glancing down at myself just to find the boring black tight trousers staring back at me, it really gets tiring.
Now I know I'll be long gone from the company if I dare to wear a color block skirt, so black is the only choice I have. BUT NO MORE TROUSERS, PLEASE.
Maysaa's jersey maxi skirt (a bit too casual, but doable)
(omg this would give me all the air I need...I can imagine myself swishing the skirt around in the office under the table)
(if these are permitted at the office, I would wear these trousers everyday.)
And if all else fails, I would just find a sleeveless collared blouse and wear this for the outer layer. UBER COMFY.
Of course, I should probably consider the permittable ones before I'm being called for the wrong attire.
Now, legs, I'm sorry that you have to suffer..
*cries*
"Blergh, just another BTN for me..LDKs all over again..I'll just get through with the class, eat, go to gym, sleep"
That was what went through my mind just before the program started. And a few days after that. (You might want to reconsider the gym part. So not me, but knowing that the place got a reallyy nice gym, it'd be a crime if you don't try)
But I didn't realize when or why I found myself enjoying it. Fine, the classes are similar to what we had for BTN, but this is a whole different crowd.
The most awesome crowd I've been with in a short 14 days.
This is going to be a picture-filled post, cause I don't think I can summarize how awesome my 14 days there in words. I love everything there - the people especially those in my group, the room, the surau, the gym (though I went inside like..ONCE. To measure our weight and BMI. In my defense, it was closing so we had to rush), the classes, the FOOD!!
Once, we had ayam percik, ikan bakar and masak asam pedas all in one night..probably the best night in my life. Ate like nobody's business.
I should've taken the food's pictures.
Ugh, I really really really miss blogging.
Besides the classes and lectures, we also went to a rumah anak yatim in Subang for our Corporate Social Responsibility part - and it changed my life. I feel so ashamed that I've never done any community service before, nor did I ever step my foot into any of the places, I really felt like crying. But after all, I'm thankful that I was given the opportunity this time - so we made the best out of it.
That was what went through my mind just before the program started. And a few days after that. (You might want to reconsider the gym part. So not me, but knowing that the place got a reallyy nice gym, it'd be a crime if you don't try)
But I didn't realize when or why I found myself enjoying it. Fine, the classes are similar to what we had for BTN, but this is a whole different crowd.
The most awesome crowd I've been with in a short 14 days.
This is going to be a picture-filled post, cause I don't think I can summarize how awesome my 14 days there in words. I love everything there - the people especially those in my group, the room, the surau, the gym (though I went inside like..ONCE. To measure our weight and BMI. In my defense, it was closing so we had to rush), the classes, the FOOD!!
Once, we had ayam percik, ikan bakar and masak asam pedas all in one night..probably the best night in my life. Ate like nobody's business.
I should've taken the food's pictures.
Ugh, I really really really miss blogging.
Besides the classes and lectures, we also went to a rumah anak yatim in Subang for our Corporate Social Responsibility part - and it changed my life. I feel so ashamed that I've never done any community service before, nor did I ever step my foot into any of the places, I really felt like crying. But after all, I'm thankful that I was given the opportunity this time - so we made the best out of it.
While practising for our grand finale performance
Site visit to Petronas Penapisan Melaka, one of Petronas' biggest refinery in Malaysia
Our last activity :( Something about making a huge circle from a piece of paper.
We might know each other just for a short while, but they feel like a family to me. I think I was lucky to be surrounded with such a joyous, kind-hearted spirited bunch of people that made the program enjoyable albeit so short.
Sheesh this sounds like a crappy sappy speech. But I love them all.
(pictures credit to friends' iPhone and my Canon Powershot)
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I find corporate world is an alien concept to my being.
But I'm still breathing till today, so I guess things aren't that bad. Getting to the second month is still considered as a transition, right?
I envy those who can adapt effortlessly. Or at least, don't have to struggle so much.
Believe it or not, I just completed a 70-slide presentation pack and trust me, my final year project is only 20% of that. But the moment I finished it, the overwhelming feeling was unbearable. It's considered as one of my first tasks, the thing that would or wouldn't make a good first impression to my boss' eye, the beginning of what I foresee as my coming routine in this oil and gas business.
It's completely different from what I usually do, the past year. And I love that I'm doing something different - far from what I've experienced at other place before, yet closer to my heart.
This is it.
Anyway, I might be gone for two weeks cause I have to attend Petronas Induction Programme for new Executives, or known as PIPE starting tomorrow (I said I might cause I'm bringing my dear laptop too) so wish me luck!!
Another round of lectures, LDKs, etc..I thought I left that world already. Pfft.
But I'm still breathing till today, so I guess things aren't that bad. Getting to the second month is still considered as a transition, right?
I envy those who can adapt effortlessly. Or at least, don't have to struggle so much.
Believe it or not, I just completed a 70-slide presentation pack and trust me, my final year project is only 20% of that. But the moment I finished it, the overwhelming feeling was unbearable. It's considered as one of my first tasks, the thing that would or wouldn't make a good first impression to my boss' eye, the beginning of what I foresee as my coming routine in this oil and gas business.
It's completely different from what I usually do, the past year. And I love that I'm doing something different - far from what I've experienced at other place before, yet closer to my heart.
This is it.
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This reminds me that I NEED to blog about work attire. Apparently cardigans are my best friend now.
Anyway, I might be gone for two weeks cause I have to attend Petronas Induction Programme for new Executives, or known as PIPE starting tomorrow (I said I might cause I'm bringing my dear laptop too) so wish me luck!!
Another round of lectures, LDKs, etc..I thought I left that world already. Pfft.
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