The original and best

"The original and best" - from where is that slogan again? Ketchup? Cameras? Golf balls? I cannot remember, but it reflects what I want to show with this first post - the first in a whole oddessey.

This is what my little cubicle looks like right now, in its original state. Stylishly colored like the rainy Monday skies, walls tall enough to hide everything but the scalps of my coworkers, and a phone that is set to ring about40 times per day, as a part of a broader office symphony of chained telephony.

No, this is not an environment to be creative in. Something has to be done. It is time... time to pimp the cubicle!

Every week from now on, I will add a new feature to my cubicle to make it stimulate my senses more. What will it be? Stay tuned, and the secrets shall be revealed. The original, yes; the best, no way.

A Swede in Singapore, Part 1
I am at home now, listening to the sounds of the city; the workers downstairs chopping their way through concrete, as they do every day; the chanting from the mosque outside; the traffic passing by on Sims Avenue like worms of light; some concert in the distance. I keep all my windows open to get some breeze. No fan. No AC. I want to get more used to the equatorial climate. I must live with my home, in my home, not against it.

A lonely floor light gives me illumination from the corner of the room, shooting its rays across the shiny wooden floor, the huge panorama windows and my glass of ice water. A hanging towel indicates that there is some movement in the air.

I have been here for four weeks now, but I'm not sure I understand I'm here yet. Sometimes, you hop on the train of Gut Feeling, and it takes you wherever. My gut feeling was Singapore, that I will discover many new adventures here. I will never forget how it felt when the transfer was finally, officially approved. I was at work, had the talk, and I felt... afraid. And then, adrenalin. Pumping. Or perhaps the moment when my plane once again dipped under the clouds, revealing the skyline, the lights, this small island with all its diversity, this melting pot of cultures - and I realized I was going home, not away.

Every day is an adventure, and I embrace it with open arms. Until next time.