Thursday, August 09, 2007

vivocity

Walked around Vivo for the first time yesterday. Syd couldn't believe I was a Vivovirgin. And man was I missing a lot of action. So many huge retail shops. Zara head-to-head with F21, River Island, Topshop. Mango and La Senza. But then somehow the place feels a little too noisy. I guess the open concept means echoes of conversation get bounced around the building. I'd much prefer a quiet & serene atmosphere to shop. You can relax much more that way. Normally the only time I feel stressed is when I flip the tag over to see a 3-digit figure. But at Vivo I felt stressed the whole time, as if the crowd was telling me to hurry up and pick something.

Or maybe I'm just mad.

Felt really bad about missing my boss's birthday celebration and intern outing at St James. Wanted to see my boss in all his intoxicated glory. I'm sure it would have been really really entertaining.

4 more days of work left. Can't wait. As it is I'm already browsing tattoo designs online when I'm supposed to do work. Heh.

I'm at a point in my life where I need to start thinking about what I want. What's to be my first priority? I can't even decide whether I should defer a term off school to do an internship with Morgan Stanley. It's ironic how finally there is a high probability that I will get an awesome internship, yet the timing might cause me to reject it.

And if I were honest with myself, do I really want to go into trading, or am I just picking one high-paying career option at random? Would it really make me happy? Everyone's talking about either IB, consultancy or trading. Does the world really revolve around only these 3 jobs? Is there something else out there? Am I trying to get into a foreign bank just so I can impress people?

I don't really know what I want anymore. It's time I stop giving a shit about what people think. Maybe I'll go into audit and slough it (ah... probably not). Maybe I'll be a housewife. That has got to be the most challenging job to ever exist, especially if your rebellious eldest daughter suddenly want to get a tattoo and totally spoil what remains of her good-girl image. This beats dying her hair an unsightly brown and wearing low-cleavage cropped tops for dance. It is so stressful to think of her future! What will become of her? She will definitely be up to no good. No decent guy will want to marry her and she will end up being the kept woman of an old playboy who could've been her great-grandfather's uncle's older brother's cousin. And probably is.

Tough!

Sleep beckons.