Welcome to the desk job :)

Reporting on the situation in Room 02-15.

Items on desk (left to right):
Hope the teddy bear sitting atop my Gold - Harmony tissue box;
clear glass vase with two stalk of gerberas, left from a recent meeting;
Dave's copy of Living Your Strengths on top of a stack of papers, including freshly photocopied pages out of Jim & Casper Go to Church;
telephone (working at looong last - we can call out now!);
two extra-large post-its (我似乎已变成便利贴女孩了！);
air freshener nicked from the satellite office (no, no satellites in there, just stationery and a very handy all-purpose printer);
used scented candle, courtesy of Cas (unfortunately wasn't very effective in getting rid of the carpet smell);
chocolate digestive biscuits (and everyone say hooray!);
my almost-completed sign-up form for the Epic, the Tim Elmore conference;
anti-bacterial hand gel, influecned by Cheryl Hoe;
stack of namecards tied up with a yellow rubberband;
a really gi-normous pink and purple heart-shape lollipop from Shukun;
an NTUC plastic bag and three clean ziplocs;
the desk top and keyboard and mouse.

I LOVE MY DESK!

And even more so, I love the people I work with :)
Chee Onn is a terrific boss, Xingqi is a wonderful colleague (it's nice having a girlfriend you can click with), and Boon Kiat is dependable in his own quiet manner :)

Not to mention the cool Bartley people a few doors down in the satellite office (like Shaun, who treated Boon Kiat and I to pizza today - Sarpino's rocks! It beats every other pizzeria I've had so far) and the SV muggers (those dear, dear kids...haha I sound ancient calling them kids; they'll probably kill me for that).

My first paycheck is due in about ten days' time.
No hiccups there, I hope.
After my recent splurge on Erwin McManus books, my bank account is precariously balanced (think wobbly and on tenterhooks).

And I'm still wondering if this blog is of significance. I mean, how many of us actually achieve Julia Powell status in our lifetime?
Sometimes you wonder if anyone's listening and in the event that there isn't, if that's an indicator of your lack of wittiness, personality, humour or whatever.

Whoever would've thought the a blog could be a feed-off site for egos?
And something inside me is resisting the urge to roll my eyes and go, "I feel soooo loved."
I mean, not that I'm not (I know Yinky and Joylynn and Roomie love me), but just how much love is needed for a person to feel loved (as in, the fully, completely, totally lost-in-it, feet firmly planted on ground sort of knowing you're loved)?
That's where I get stumped, and you know what?
It still comes back to God after a long round of rambling (474 words of rambling, to be exact; yeah I counted using the word count on microsoft doc).

Insatiable need for love.
That's you, me and everyone else living on this planet.
And no thanks, I'd rather not go through a gazillion reincarnations to attain enlightenment (or nirvana, or whatever it's called).
It's waaaaaay better to know that you're loved.
Full stop.
No strings attached.

It's good to know that you're loved :)