The truth is, I’m feeling kinda upset now.
Depressed, even.
I don’t feel successful at work.
Why can’t I be one of the admirable characters we often hear in life – someone single handedly saved the situation. Or become the star at work, the best, the top person at his/her work.
Feeling useless.
Regardless what age I am today.
Defeated
Regardless how many years I’ve worked.
Brain dead – you run out of idea.
Dead brain – you can never have idea. Like a pile of dead water, like the dead sea – finito.
Our marketing manager is a classic example of dead brain syndrome.
Based out of U.K., trying to run China marketing. Not that it’s not do-able. But when you are a single track minded person – forget about doing marketing in the entire Asia, not just China.
Asia by nature has high context culture - we don’t say what we think and think what we say. Lots of stuff are left unspoken coz it’s taken for granted.
In China, nothing is possible but yet impossible is nothing (thank you, Adidas, for coining this….). It’s all about how you frame the context and negotiate.
And when a dead brain marketeer is foolish and undiscerning enough to let a lazy closed minded local guide her blindness…good luck. Maybe soon you will be a “Adieus” and “Good Riddance”.
So sang Marilyn Monroe.
And Diamonds Are Forever - Shirley Bassey was belting out in the James Bond movie.
Diamond.
Last Monday something possessed me and I walked right into a jewellery shop, bought myself a diamond ring.
Yes, for myself.
I think it’s an age thing, I remember a girl friend of mine bought herself a diamond ring when she was much about my age.
It just happened.
One fine day I woke up and decided I need not wait for a man to buy me one. I can buy myself a ring and still be very happy about it. No other reasons. This is as simple as getting a costume jewelry.
My diamond is not tip top in quality - just lies somewhere between F ~ G grade. It’s not huge too for a simple reason I can’t afford that.
It’s a solitaire no doubt though not wedding band look-alike. I meant it on my third finger so it’s thicker. Classic enough to go with most of my clothes yet fashionable enough not to mislead any forlorn suitor if ever there will be.
I’ve requested to polish away the rose gold. I hate gold on my band.
Diamond babe will be mine come Tuesday and I can’t wait.
I wonder how genius struck Carol Channing who came out with the statement “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend”. It’s really apt but I think it’s only half true.
I think puppies are also a girl’s best friend.
They are alway so happy to see us and never fail to excitedly lap up on us. Forever loyal and cute enough to make us feel motherly.
Ok, that’s a bit of digression.
The point is, I can’t wait for Tuesday for that diamond babe to be fitted snuggly on my finger. *Pacing*
Will snap a picture for you when I get it.
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