3-inch stilettos

Director said the role for today is corporate look.

Adorned in white pleated shirt (only worn on times when I need to make an impression), black pants and strip jacket from Naf-Naf. A strand of fresh pearls necklace. Make-up to portray a professional outlook*. Over-dosed in Polo Ralph Lauren’s Romance to last till the evenings (hahaha…bet you are shuddering rite this moment!). And, a three inch (ouch) stiletto to thud confidently as I strut for meetings completes the picture!

All doll-ed up; exuding in power, money and success. Watch out Wall Street – here I come.

Oh bugger, WS was a dream. JB is the reality! Muahahhaha…

Bloody had to wake up at 5am, caught train to KL Sentral (note: no chauffeur driver to pick me from my downtown penthouse..hahahha…so much for my wandering ideas ler). I must say that I was impressed by the amenities set up in KL Sentral and for once, a thumb up for convenience in Malaysian public logistics.

One sentence to sum up KLIA Express Train: world class standard! I was impressed.

As my 3-inch heels (pun intended) thuds confidently on KL Sentral’s polished tiles, I suddenly caught sight of an associate, who happens to be the organizer of this whole event. Disappointment! I wanted to read Nicholas Spark’s Notebook on the ride to the airport. I plan to have a quiet breakfast at McDonalds while reading more of Notebook. Unfortunately, it does not look like it is going to happen.

I have to put on my “I know a lot of things and I am smart” façade and pretend to know what the hell my job entails….i hate pretending I know my stuff when in actual fact, I know shit! Luckily, I can bull shit pretty well. Save my arse most times from falling flat faced in the “see hang” (shit hole). Hahahaha….i m giggling here ….imagining what a sight it would be to literally fall flat into “see hang” entangled in 3-inch heels!

So, had breakfast with him ler. He was nice, thank goodness! Regaled me with many horror tales of our industry. I happen to work in a “dog eat dog” environment characterized by many tiny people stepping on many tinier people to attain glory and power. Will I one day be the one stepping on others? I surely hope not. Which is why I constantly seek my friends to bring me back to being a humble being. I have this soul-warming friend whom I seek out everytime I feel that my ego has been inflated or deflated. She makes everything all rite. Like God’s healing hand.

But I digress. Fast forward to meeting with more corporates in JB. Damn, the factory was so huge that I was sweating profusely by the end of it! So much for maintaining a corp look! It is always exhausting playing the corporate role because I need to be attentive in meetings. Need to pretend to be “mannered” when what I really want to do is get up and walk around or swing my hands or yawn! The worst part of it all is having lunch in a nice golf resort and pretending I am full when in actual fact I can still eat!! Corporate lunches sucks! I gave credit to the corporate because as we were leaving, he remarked that we left two slices of mangoes, one slice of watermelon and honeydew for show! RESPECT!!

Returned to KL unscathed, mentally drained yet again. This time around, was able to dislodge myself from the crowd and made a lone journey home. Alternated btw reading Notebook and appreciating the ride.

In search for the corporate role in 3-inch stilettos…I found the passion for my work and 3-inch is BAD FOR YOUR FEET but such a confidence catalyst!!

Manolo Blahnik is my dream!! Stilettos are soooo made for successful woman!

*Read as: -

(1) Light foundation and not 3-inch foundation
(2) Enough blusher not to look sick or like you have had a bad hang over from ecstasy pills
(3) Two coats of mascara to give the impression you are attentive towards the idiot giving the presentation
(4) And a light color lipstick, not too glossy (look like you just relish a bowl of chips) or red (severely gothic)