i had my first book launch in NUS!

It was held in conjunction with the Faculty of Science's 80th anniversary bash at the UCC so there were a lot professors present, and i saw some old familiar faces among them. We had booth there, with copies of the book on the tables and the authors sitting down and ready for book signing. Before long, we have people queuing up to purchase copies of the book and for the authors to sign. It was better than we expected. =)

The book launch was on the same night as The Company's D&D. The dinner's theme was 'Around the World' and we're suppose to wear 'country costumes'.


So i was all dressed up and attended my book launch (yes i fondly referred to the books i produced as mine), which invited stares as i was obviously overdressed for the event. After that it was rushing to Fullerton Hotel for the dinner, as i was late for a good one hour plus. i was told i arrived just-in-time as all the speeches have ended and they have just started to serve the food. By then i already have symptoms of an impending major headache.

i barely remember how the dinner taste but the MC of the night was absolutely hilarious so that was the only saving grace. i got home late and konked out.

And that was supposed to be the most exciting event in my work life lately. A blog entry that started with exclamation but slowly going downhill after that. Mirror of my life lately. i was look forward towards weekend, thinking that i will be able to have a breather, recharged my battery and ready for another week ahead. But i always ended up bringing work back home on Fridays. Work which i never get around doing during weekdays as there are always other more urgent, more important priorities to take care of.

i always dread Monday mornings when i turn on the office computer and see tens of emails slowly trickling in my inbox. There will always be queries from authors, commands and orders to fulfill and work to do. i think i've slowly grown accustomed to stay overtime, just to catch-up with my work. At least there won't be any phone calls, meetings to attend and internal paperwork to do.

Only the never ending work. Which piles up on my table. i used to pride myself for having a clean and tidy table but now i think sooner i won't even remember what is the colour of my desk, with all the proofs, manuscripts and files stacked all over the place.

i'm just trying to keep my head above the water, trying hard not to fall back behind schedule; trying, not to keep abreast of my deadlines, as i am content just to stay side-by-side with them, just to keep up. i feel like a hamster on a running wheel.

i am grateful to still have a job during these trying times. At least i like what i'm doing, even though the workload can drive me up the wall sometimes. i pray to God to give me the strength to forge ahead, to stand up again after falling down and to keep going, to keep swimming.

Donald Trump says, "The harder you work, the luckier you get." i need to think how to get lucky then.