Archive for September, 2006


Posted in Archive - All Entries on September 28, 2006 by meera

It’s a thought that suddenly hits you, fast and intense.
How do you mend fences that have long been broken?



Posted in Archive - All Entries, Reflection on September 26, 2006 by meera

“I have learned not to worry about love;
 But to honor its coming with all my heart. ”
*Alice Walker

Lesson #04 of the Girlfriends’ Guidebook

Posted in Archive - All Entries, Reflection, The Highpriestess' Girlfriends' Guidebook on September 26, 2006 by meera


A couple of reasons why I have joined this No to self-abuse campaign.
A few of you guys know that I am a culprit of this whole self-deprecating, self-hurting thing. So, when I saw this banner, I had to put it on.

Self-abuse. It’s not worth it. It truly isn’t. The little satisfaction you get from punishing yourself is not going to give your ego a kick in the long run. I mean it when I say I know how it feels to do something unhealthy just to get your mind off the problem at hand. But honey, you know once the dirty deed is done (no matter how varying in intensity it is), the problem at hand is not going to turn into a solution.

I suggest, take a deep breath. Grab some panadol plus Tiger balm to soothe that upcoming migraine. And then grab a cuppa hot chocolate, some trashy romance novel and I am thinking that there is a shorter path to that light you’re searching for. ;) Good luck!

P.S: Did I mention that CLEO is also giving away Kenzo gifts if you paste this banner on your blog and you catch their eye? Go to CLEO’s blog for more details. Mwah, ladies. Have fun.

Lesson #03 of the Girlfriends’ Guidebook

Posted in Archive - All Entries, Reflection, The Highpriestess' Girlfriends' Guidebook on September 25, 2006 by meera

The makings of a career for a fresh graduate.

I have to make a few hasty thoughts about this because it is a very important reality check that many a graduate face, right after the Commencement ceremony, where the world is a little blur of blue cloaks, mortar boards, scrolls, massive photography sessions and resumes.

Ah. The resume. The one coveted piece of document that seems to reflect our self-worth. I’m writing about this because I had seniors who were out of jobs for nearly a year before they settled comfortably. My father decides to scare me now by saying that my degree is worth anything for only a year, and after that it depreciates in value.

Whatever the case, the job is an issue that many fresh graudates grapple with. To make matters a little more conflicting, the older generation (read: parents, parents of friends, uncles & aunties) are of the opinion that a degree is a ticket to a high-flying job. But of course, most of us know better. With parents not giving you anymore allowance (man, it’s embarassing enough to ask), and clothes that you still need to buy since you find yourself expanding immediately after graduation, income is much needed.

When it comes to the first job, apart from the blessed few, some of us may be a little more picky, and find to our horror that there doesn’t exist a perfect dream job. We wonder what the heck we are made out to do. Thousands of questions start bombarding you. Should I have gone on with my honors? Should I have changed my major? Should I have signed on with the civil service?  Ah. All the should I’s and If I’s. Yes. The If’s. The only thing that can single handedly ruin an appetite.

Girlfriends. Don’t fret. As a job seeker myself, I am going to presume for the purpose of this lesson that we are all born to serve certain roles in life. A few years down the road, some of us will be mothers, with a natural alarm system of crying and routine breast-feeding that makes you sore and cranky. Yet, a love that cannot be compared with anything else. Some of us might be married and still crazily in love. Some of us might be career-chasers, with the only things worth working for in our lives are our Hermes, Louis Vuitton and Gucci bags. And for the more aspiring, that super-sleek Mazda RX 8, or that BMW convertible.

Whatever it is, I am pretty confident that most of us will find our small niches. Whether it is comfortably safe in our desk jobs, or soaring high in that sales position, we will eventually settle down. Our thoughts might stray less. Our hearts might flutter less. Right now, my dear new graduate girlfriends, chase that dream. Whatever it may be. Do all you can before a man struts into your life demanding your attention, and before his offspring demands more. (For the singles.) The lovey-dovey couples, enjoy this little period of job-seeking. No major commitments now. Focus on your needs first. Then a bit on your wants. Perhaps, go back to your secondary school days and do a mindmap. A little bit of planning. Pore over the papers. Send out your resumes. Attend the interviews. See what makes you tick. And the best part, contrary to popular, self-righteous belief, you don’t necessarily need to stick with it all through your life, given your youth. Don’t get me wrong. I am strictly not condoning job-hopping, since we all need upright work ethics, but give yourself time and don’t expect too much of self-gratification.

So, what are you waiting for? Hit that Recruit section of the papers now.

P.S: Spoken like a true-blue high-flyer  job-seeker, no? ;)


Posted in Archive - All Entries on September 16, 2006 by meera

I really shouldn’t be doing this.
I have this extremely bad habit of rethinking my choices and regretting them.
I can’t accept the, What’s done is done mentality.

My walls are getting very tiresome.
When it is painted by a strong handsome male, somehow it all falls together nicely,
and evenly. It looks so rich and creamy.
When I’m all alone, and struggling with the roller paintbrush, there are uneven spots of light and dark white. Like a blind elephant used its trunk to squirt the paint onto the walls.
I should have just left it all alone.

Where Lovely becomes HDB void-deck.

Posted in Archive - All Entries on September 16, 2006 by meera

There comes a point in time where you stop believing in your interior decorating inner genius.
While your room is undergoing its mini-renovation, and there are spots of uneven paint on the wall, and spots of paint on yourself, you pause.
You undergo a radical mindset change.
You look around.
What happened to your lovely ivory, off-white walls?

The colour on your walls look vaguely familiar.

Ah. You know why now.
They resemble the walls of the void-deck in the Senior Citizen’s corner under a block of flats in Hougang.

So much for the colonial theme.

Meerampty Dumpty Had a Great Fall.

Posted in Archive - All Entries, daily whinings on September 15, 2006 by meera

Let me be clear.
The Highpriestess NEVER falls.
Who the hell am I kidding?
I fall at the rate of water evoporating at 200 deg celcius.
Okay. That might be a tad bit of an exaggeration.
But today, I had the greatest fall ever infront of two male colleagues.
How utterly humiliating.

Why I am doing this I do not know. But I have to relive every shameful moment. It’s a self-mutilating thing. Today is Friday. And my schedule was filled. Tests to be administered. Worksheets to be given out. And tons of other things. As I rushed collating info on the laptop, and then rushed out of my little cubicle, I bumped into a male colleague who was rushing out of his office. Then we both had a mini-heart attack, recovered and that bump moment was over and done in one second.

My next moment never came. Well it came but all I remember was putting one leg forward. Heck, I don’t even remember that. All I remember is that the next thing, I find myself sprawled flat face down on the floor, my laptop bag swung on my left and my notes swung to my right. I faintly heard my colleagues gasping. HOW HIDEOUS. The joke was, that my male colleague makes women fall all over him. RIGHT.

Just that I didn’t fall over him, but flat on the vinyl floor mat. DAMN the mat. I gingerly got up, salvaging any last shred of dignity left in me and said, I’m okay!. And I walked on. Throughout the whole day, I had to suppress little sobs of laughter as I imagined myself lying at the door of the office like a dead frog.