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read my profile sign my guestbook Country: Hong Kong Birthday: 2/25/1974 Gender: Female Occupation: Executive Industry: Banking/Finance Message: message me Member Since: 11/23/2003

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Saturday, December 02, 2006

I am alive

Many thanks for your messages. I didn't know you would care and therefore deeply apologetic for my disappearnce.

Nothing much changes in my life, well, except I was made director. : ) Perhaps the title itself isn't the greatest thing, I was just happy that my boss finally sees me the way I want him to see me. I have won some big accounts for him, including one we all thought was a loss cause. I got it back, well, partly by luck, partly by his rep, partly by my effort. finally, he will now come into my office volunteerily to talk about the business. In the past i cannot even get his undivided attention for over 5 minutes. More importantly, I can now do my work the way I want, treat my people the way they deserved and fight on their behalves when that Scottish Queen was being unreasonble and mean.

The other day when the Scottish Queen's team was sending rude messages to the admin staff requesting them to do certain task. I found myself replying them by saying that these girls are helping me to reorganize my files and i want it to be done with first priority. Any request please come directly to me and I will delegate.

A few minutes after I hit the 'send' key, I hear all the PAs and receptionist cheering outside. Instantly i became a hero. Sometimes I feel silly, why do I always have to help the underdogs? It really is a calling I cannot deny and probably will not do me any good if I were to continue to climb this ladder.

So my days had been spent to work even harder now that i was higher up than I ever was.

My best friend H's mother had a stroke last sunday. H was in shock and was overwhelmed by guilt. She and her mother didn't get along. Her mother took her sister with her during her divorce with H's father when H was very young. H heard from her relatives later in life that her mother said that the daughter she left behind was not 'pretty', ie H. I doubt very much that was true, but it really bother H until today. They didn't talk much, perhaps seen each other twice a year on mother's day and birthday by having a half hearted meal.

Now of course she was killing herself with guilt, having never to make an effort to mend the relationship.

She spent nights and days at the hospital and her mother's situation got worst and worst. She told me that one night, she got a call from the hospital and ended up waiting outside the surgeory room from 1am to 4am by her lonesome. The 'preferred' sister was a bit of a useless nut case, the father was concern but not that concern, Queen ended up alone there.

We couldn't bring ourselves to see her like that and camped ourselves outside the ICU for 2 days to keep her company. It was a good cause, Queen really appreciated the support, and we felt good about ourselves.

Perhaps it is a blessing none of us have men in our lives that we could go this far to support each other. I did not know any close circle of friends would do what we do.

Her mother passed away yesterday. She put on a brave face and said that perhaps God needed her to forgive her mother, release herself and sort of life's priority. She was so unhappy with everything before her mother's death and now she realised that none of those things that used to bother her so much, was remotely significant.

We took her home and a bunch of us gathered in her living room only to find another one of us, LV, extremely quiet, not to mention pale. It wasn't hard for us to know that she was troubled. After torturing her with our nagging for information, she finally told us that she jumped into the harbour a few days ago and was then rescue and sent to the hospital for 2 days.

She said she didn't know what came over her. She wasn't even that pessimistic, suicidal and closed person she was anymore. She wasn't even too unhappy and believed that she was feeling better and better about her lessbian partner leaving her. She finished work that day, closed the restaurant, walked to the pier just to get some air. The next thing she knew, she was in the middle of the sea.

Queen asked her how she felt in the middle of the roaring sea. Was it a relief or did she suddenly realise that she did not want to end her life?

The latter, LV answered, perhaps it was an instinct to want to live. She quickly swam back to the pier but could not find a place to climb back up. the edge was too high and the tide brought her back each time she was close. She was scared but luckily a man walked by and heard her screamed. She was then rescued and sent to the hospital.

I said to her that no matter what she should always talk to us. we should know by now that there isn't one thing we can't deal with together.

I am truely blessed with friends like these in my life. I don't think they happen often and I am happy they happen in mine.

You too, I sincerely appreciate that you had thought of me. I wish you all the best and I will try to write whenever I have time.

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Monday, August 21, 2006

	House Warming
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Friday, August 11, 2006

	Almost Done!!!
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Wednesday, August 02, 2006

I saw Zhivago yesterday. He seemed to have aged a little.

As usual there were a few people saying hello between us and I was obliged to respond to their greetings before I could focus on Zhivago. Yet, he was patiently waiting.

 have a feeling I would run into you today.?I teased him and surprised myself that I was still in that cheeky mood, left over from my holiday.

h really!" he grined " You have a tan, where did you go??

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ow was it? I was thinking of going there in September.?He asked.

Just then, our conversation was cut short by Rocky i, let get started!?

Rocky just came back from his holiday. He returned to Holland and spent a few days in Dubai, which he claimed was productive.

"Did you meet any chicks?" I asked.

"Hell yeah!" he answered loudly and proudly.

"Does this contribute to the 'productive' part you mentioned earlier?"

"Precisely." he said "now I will give you a new routine. It is very advance. Watch me carefully"

Then he lied on the stability ball and did a crunch like how we norally do it.

"Ahem! You sure I'm up for it, Master? Looks too dangerous."

"Don't worry. You can."

In the midst of us messing around, someone pat my head from behind. I turned around, it was Zhivago saying  have to go now. I will call you?? I said sure when you do I will tell you all about Greece.

There was no particular reason why I wrote this. It was nice seeing him after a long while. Although I doubt he really will call to consult me about Greece.

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Monday, July 31, 2006

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House Warming