i swear!!!!! work is absolutely killing me... least the fact that the company that is helping out is located right smack in the middle of mohd sultan... preeety convenient if you ask me...hehe
Anyways, been too damn busy with the preparations for NDP... too damn busy for anything... even my girlfren!!! ok(hands up!!), i admit i've been neglecting her quite a bit but hey, i can't help it right? dun even have time to go home to sleep, let alone spend time with her!!! well, glad she understnds(i hope)... u know women and their " i understand, dun worry" and den go on making a big fuss out of nothing at all... i do realise i will offend some people by saying that but hey, the truth hurts right? hehe... no offense to anybody la...
But in the midst of all that, i think a slight problem is developing within me... actually, i think it has been there all this while but i just always kinda shrugged it off... i think i'm having some kind of sleeping disorder!!!(HELP!!!!) thank god my boss is understanding.... can't seem to stay awake in the day and can't sleep to sleep at night.... goodness!!!! what the hell is wrong with me?
Oh well, taking a break just for these few days.... hopefully can get something done by the time i get back to work...
ahhh.... work.....
Saturday, March 26, 2005
Food for thought?
We were made such a perfect creature.
With the ability to upgrade by will of the nature.
With the brains to create even other creatures.
But given the heart just to keep us from overtaking the creator.
Our beginnings from a humble form till the endings of gigantic evolution and in bet is our actions based on our judgemental emotion.
Deep man....
With the ability to upgrade by will of the nature.
With the brains to create even other creatures.
But given the heart just to keep us from overtaking the creator.
Our beginnings from a humble form till the endings of gigantic evolution and in bet is our actions based on our judgemental emotion.
Deep man....
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
The end of another day
It has come to the end of another working day in the office....
Man, i got up this morning staring at a mini depression... Maybe i was a woman in my previous life... Sometimes i feel like that... I wonder why?? maybe its cuz i got up late again and was late for work again... Giving the excuse that i was going to the bank was my ' Break Glass in Case of Emergency ' Plan... Luckily i found no need for it... I guess that is what i love about my office these days... Compared to the days when i first started working there, whereby i had eyes on me, watching my every move and being at the wrong place at the wrong time always.... Thus getting unreasonable punishments always.. Nowadays, evasion has become sort of an artform for me... The only bad thing for me and as usual, my conscience... Feel kinda bad for going late to work... I mean, others make it to work early in the morning and there are arses like me, who just take their time and dun bother at all about how late they arrive at work... As lam hasa told me before, if this were the coporate world, i wouldn't be able to survive even a week, with the current mindset i have now... He makes sense you know... Haiz....
Corrinne has been waking me up every morning...Literally... The poor girl goes to sch early in the morning, and tries her very best to wake me up in the morning... I feel so bad cuz i always sleep so soundly, dead to the world... so you can imagine how many times she calls and calls, but there is just no answer.... Darling, i'm really sorry... I think there's a problem with me... I'm sick in a funny kind of way....
Man, i got up this morning staring at a mini depression... Maybe i was a woman in my previous life... Sometimes i feel like that... I wonder why?? maybe its cuz i got up late again and was late for work again... Giving the excuse that i was going to the bank was my ' Break Glass in Case of Emergency ' Plan... Luckily i found no need for it... I guess that is what i love about my office these days... Compared to the days when i first started working there, whereby i had eyes on me, watching my every move and being at the wrong place at the wrong time always.... Thus getting unreasonable punishments always.. Nowadays, evasion has become sort of an artform for me... The only bad thing for me and as usual, my conscience... Feel kinda bad for going late to work... I mean, others make it to work early in the morning and there are arses like me, who just take their time and dun bother at all about how late they arrive at work... As lam hasa told me before, if this were the coporate world, i wouldn't be able to survive even a week, with the current mindset i have now... He makes sense you know... Haiz....
Corrinne has been waking me up every morning...Literally... The poor girl goes to sch early in the morning, and tries her very best to wake me up in the morning... I feel so bad cuz i always sleep so soundly, dead to the world... so you can imagine how many times she calls and calls, but there is just no answer.... Darling, i'm really sorry... I think there's a problem with me... I'm sick in a funny kind of way....
Sunday, March 06, 2005
Food for Thought..
The Board Meeting had come to an end. Bob started to stand up and jostled the table, spilling his coffee over his notes. "How embarrassing. I am getting so clumsy in my old age."
Everyone had a good laugh, and soon we were all telling stories of our most embarrassing moments. It came around to Frank who sat quietly listening to the others. Someone said, "Come on, Frank. Tell us your most embarrassing moment."
Frank laughed and began to tell us of his childhood. "I grew up in San Pedro. My Dad was a fisherman, and he loved the sea. He had his own boat, but it was hard making a living on the sea. He worked hard and would stay out until he caught enough to feed the family. Not just enough for our family, but also for his Mom and Dad and the other kids that were still at home."
He looked at us and said, "I wish you could have met my Dad. He was a big man, and he was strong from pulling the nets and fighting the seas for his catch. When you got close to him, he smelled like the ocean. He would wear his old canvas, foul-weather coat and his bibbed overalls. His rain hat would be pulled down over his brow. No matter how much my Mother washed them, they would still smell of the sea and of fish."
Frank's voice dropped a bit. "When the weather was bad he would drive me to school. He had this old truck that he used in his fishing business. That truck was older than he was. It would wheeze and rattle down the road. You could hear it coming for blocks. As he would drive toward the school,I would shrink down into the seat hoping to disappear. Half the time, he would slam to a stop and the old truck would belch a cloud of smoke. He would pull right up in front, and it seemed like everybody would be standing around and watching. Then he would lean over and give me a big kiss on the cheek and tell me to be a good boy. It was so embarrassing for me. Here, I was twelve years old, and my Dad would lean over and kiss me goodbye!"
He paused and then went on, "I remember the day I decided I was too old for a goodbye kiss. When we got to the school and came to a stop, he had his usual big smile. He started to lean toward me, but I put my hand up and said, 'No, Dad.'
It was the first time I had ever talked to him that way, and he had this surprised look on his face.
I said, 'Dad, I'm too old for a goodbye kiss. I'm too old for any kind of kiss.'
My Dad looked at me for the longest time, and his eyes started to tear up. I had never seen him cry. He turned and looked out the windshield. 'You're right,' he said. 'You are a big boy....a man. I won't kiss you anymore.'"
Frank got a funny look on his face, and the tears began to well up in his eyes, as he spoke. "It wasn't long after that when my Dad went to sea and never came back. It was a day when most of the fleet stayed in, but not Dad. He had a big family to feed. They found his boat adrift with its nets half in and half out. He must have gotten into a gale and was trying to save the nets and the floats."
I looked at Frank and saw that tears were running down his cheeks. Frank spoke again. "Guys, you don't know what I would give to have my Dad give me just one more kiss on the cheek....to feel his rough old face....to smell the ocean on him....to feel his arm around my neck. I wish I had been a man then. If I had been a man, I would never have told my Dad I was too old for a goodbye kiss."
Everyone had a good laugh, and soon we were all telling stories of our most embarrassing moments. It came around to Frank who sat quietly listening to the others. Someone said, "Come on, Frank. Tell us your most embarrassing moment."
Frank laughed and began to tell us of his childhood. "I grew up in San Pedro. My Dad was a fisherman, and he loved the sea. He had his own boat, but it was hard making a living on the sea. He worked hard and would stay out until he caught enough to feed the family. Not just enough for our family, but also for his Mom and Dad and the other kids that were still at home."
He looked at us and said, "I wish you could have met my Dad. He was a big man, and he was strong from pulling the nets and fighting the seas for his catch. When you got close to him, he smelled like the ocean. He would wear his old canvas, foul-weather coat and his bibbed overalls. His rain hat would be pulled down over his brow. No matter how much my Mother washed them, they would still smell of the sea and of fish."
Frank's voice dropped a bit. "When the weather was bad he would drive me to school. He had this old truck that he used in his fishing business. That truck was older than he was. It would wheeze and rattle down the road. You could hear it coming for blocks. As he would drive toward the school,I would shrink down into the seat hoping to disappear. Half the time, he would slam to a stop and the old truck would belch a cloud of smoke. He would pull right up in front, and it seemed like everybody would be standing around and watching. Then he would lean over and give me a big kiss on the cheek and tell me to be a good boy. It was so embarrassing for me. Here, I was twelve years old, and my Dad would lean over and kiss me goodbye!"
He paused and then went on, "I remember the day I decided I was too old for a goodbye kiss. When we got to the school and came to a stop, he had his usual big smile. He started to lean toward me, but I put my hand up and said, 'No, Dad.'
It was the first time I had ever talked to him that way, and he had this surprised look on his face.
I said, 'Dad, I'm too old for a goodbye kiss. I'm too old for any kind of kiss.'
My Dad looked at me for the longest time, and his eyes started to tear up. I had never seen him cry. He turned and looked out the windshield. 'You're right,' he said. 'You are a big boy....a man. I won't kiss you anymore.'"
Frank got a funny look on his face, and the tears began to well up in his eyes, as he spoke. "It wasn't long after that when my Dad went to sea and never came back. It was a day when most of the fleet stayed in, but not Dad. He had a big family to feed. They found his boat adrift with its nets half in and half out. He must have gotten into a gale and was trying to save the nets and the floats."
I looked at Frank and saw that tears were running down his cheeks. Frank spoke again. "Guys, you don't know what I would give to have my Dad give me just one more kiss on the cheek....to feel his rough old face....to smell the ocean on him....to feel his arm around my neck. I wish I had been a man then. If I had been a man, I would never have told my Dad I was too old for a goodbye kiss."
Its been a long time....REAL LONG!!!
ok firstly, sorry for not blogging so long.... been busy as hell of late so blogging was not really the top of my agenda....
Anyways, Lets start with with yesterday... As our dear patriotic Gabriel was flying off today(Wait, i think he has already flown!), the whole gin gang met up at wala wala last night... Talk about a big group... 4 tables full... It was kinda like an angelus choir reunion with a whole bunch of former members.... hehe... anyways, here's who came...
Me ( :) )
Amanda
Gabriel
Chris
Robin
Noel
Jeremy
Mitsuye
Sarah
Joanne Sandhu
Roch
Maryanne
Edna
Jayet
On looking at that list, i feel i damn loser man.... in that whole, i'm probably the only ass in the world with 2 ex girlfreinds in that list.... man, i feel weird.....
Anyways, hung out at wala wala till about 2 plus when the place closed... after much disussion, we ended in zouk... where the gals partied as hell and the guys sat at wine bar to chill... feels damn good to be able to catch up with all of them again... :)
Den, later in the morning, tragedy struck....for me at least... jayet got herself pissed drunk... ended up having to send her home with amanda and rob... well, no biggie... but in the midst of doing that, i lost my damn phone!!!! nows thats the sad part... haiz, had to suspend my line and get another sim card.... All my contacts lost!!!!! damn sad man.....
Well, today, corrinne had some dance competition at suntec... being me, sadly, i woke up a wee bit late and missed it... however, thankfully, corrinne managed to get it on video... man was i impressed... they were good... looks like all that hard work did pay off.... but sadly, the judges thought otherwise... Blind idiots!!!! The winning group performed again at the end and looking at it, i must say, WHAT THE HELL WERE THEY THINKING????!!!!Haiz, justice is blind.......
Have to go to work in a few hours time so hopefully, i'll keep up this blogging habit again....otherwise, this site becoming a bit of a white elephant huh?? Take care yall!!!
Anyways, Lets start with with yesterday... As our dear patriotic Gabriel was flying off today(Wait, i think he has already flown!), the whole gin gang met up at wala wala last night... Talk about a big group... 4 tables full... It was kinda like an angelus choir reunion with a whole bunch of former members.... hehe... anyways, here's who came...
Me ( :) )
Amanda
Gabriel
Chris
Robin
Noel
Jeremy
Mitsuye
Sarah
Joanne Sandhu
Roch
Maryanne
Edna
Jayet
On looking at that list, i feel i damn loser man.... in that whole, i'm probably the only ass in the world with 2 ex girlfreinds in that list.... man, i feel weird.....
Anyways, hung out at wala wala till about 2 plus when the place closed... after much disussion, we ended in zouk... where the gals partied as hell and the guys sat at wine bar to chill... feels damn good to be able to catch up with all of them again... :)
Den, later in the morning, tragedy struck....for me at least... jayet got herself pissed drunk... ended up having to send her home with amanda and rob... well, no biggie... but in the midst of doing that, i lost my damn phone!!!! nows thats the sad part... haiz, had to suspend my line and get another sim card.... All my contacts lost!!!!! damn sad man.....
Well, today, corrinne had some dance competition at suntec... being me, sadly, i woke up a wee bit late and missed it... however, thankfully, corrinne managed to get it on video... man was i impressed... they were good... looks like all that hard work did pay off.... but sadly, the judges thought otherwise... Blind idiots!!!! The winning group performed again at the end and looking at it, i must say, WHAT THE HELL WERE THEY THINKING????!!!!Haiz, justice is blind.......
Have to go to work in a few hours time so hopefully, i'll keep up this blogging habit again....otherwise, this site becoming a bit of a white elephant huh?? Take care yall!!!
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