One of my Firsts

Today I accompanied mum to watch Fong Fei Fei's world concert tour. Hmm, singer of my mum's generation but I like her songs too. Tonight was my mum and mine's first live concert at the indoor stadium. At a point in time, I thought I'd never be able to afford concerts as such, but today came the day. I was glad that mum enjoyed it.

Throughout the concert, what the singer said and sang made me think, and gave me mixed emotions. The 56-year-old diva looked back to when she started her singing career, and reflected on what can make her tear and laugh the most. It was singing on stage. So every chance at performing on stage, she would do it most sincerely, to the best of her ability. She told herself to persevere no matter how hard the journey, because one day, she will succeed if she pressed on. There she is, holding world tours into her fifties.

That, made me think about my career. Would I get into something that I really enjoying doing with great passion? Something that can make me feel so strongly about to move myself to tears or to laugh in delight. I'm not sure. But I'm sure I'm not in the right career at this point in time.

For a singer, the sense of satisfaction I believe, comes from the applause and the support of her fans. When she sang her finale piece, she teared. Well, she tears without fail every time she sings that song. And I fully understand why. Because it has the ability to make me tear too.

What can give me the sense of satisfaction equivalent to this? I don't know. It probably took Fong maybe a decade to find that. I wonder how long in my case, stuck in the rat race.

Concerts as such always in turn make me think about my situation. I think concerts like that are inspirational and motivational. Lookin' forward to the next one in December.

Meanwhile, the hunt begins again.

Brand New Chapter

It all begins with day one once more. New job, new life, hopefully my next career. I'm kinda excited, not all hyper but can't get to sleep. But it's also a "trial" to see if I am really in for this, thank god for the 3-month probation first. Otherwise, it's a direct 2-year bond.

Glad that it's only 20 minutes away, with meals provided.

Clothes bought, ironed and matched, nothing to prepare, just me and the kids tomorrow.

Everything will be fine.

KL Escapade

So I went on a 5-day trip to KL. Purely for rest and relaxation, and to shop for clothes for my new job. Missions accomplished. Had tons to eat, tons of rest and bought a week's worth of working clothes. Played, sang and shopped with my little 2-year-old nephew Matthew.

The weather was horribly hot though. At one point, it hit 36 degrees in the afternoon. We couldn't take it and had to drive out to the nearby shophouse for a bowl of Taiwan ice dessert. Thank god for air con, fan and ice.

Tried roti planta for the first time over supper. Liked it although super duper sinful. Simply delicious. A simple dish that makes the taste buds happy. It was just plain prata with melted planta in it. Missing it already.

Was just weird that I felt tired around 11-ish every night. Must be the day spent on walking and shopping and playing pretend with Matthew.

But all was nice. Trips to KL are always fun. (:

And It's Over.

It's adieus to copywriting for good, to what I hope will be my career. I gave myself a chance and gave it a shot in advertising, not for me. Keeping my fingers crossed the next path would be right - or at least it has to be for the next two years.

What I miss most are my colleagues - they are a great bunch. I know they miss me too. Haha. It's just like we bonded and got really close, then I leave. Oh well. Part and parcel of life. While there were many instances of work and OT that I didn't enjoy (duh, who enjoys work), I have to admit that I learnt a lot during my 10-month stint in the agency - people skills especially.

It's good to take a break before moving on. It's a well-deserved break, haven't rested since I started. Good bye to OTs, one liners, job briefs, long hours and agency life. I probably won't exactly miss you - just prolly days when I can go to work looking like a zombie and nobody cares.