Alot has happen within the two weeks of my non-update.
Most glaring of all, was my feeling over a friend...i was rather upset for a while by how a close friend treated me when he was short on cash. I guess when we're a lil tight in the wallet, we tend to be tight around the neck too...in this case, its the necks of your friends that we are trying on. Some people might have reacted differently given the situation but i guess when we are facing issues...each of us have our own ways of handling them. Some may have done so in a self sustaining way, some...will play it on others and push most of the frustration on; in this case...will always be one of your closer friends. Perhaps to think in a better perspective, it is because of my friendship with this person; if it hasn't been good, he wouldn't have dared to conduct such an act on me. Oh well...i guess life goes on...
Now, apart from having to vent further on the earlier point(i think i have vented enough already)...life hasn't been that bad. E2 starts today. I have moved from doing the same SOLO mundane moves in Wingchun to sparring with a partner now. I think I'm progressing pretty well. I should show those people who thought its a joke that i'm taking WingChun classes. Pffftttt....
Last Saturday's Annual D&D was a blast...despite me having a sore gum and wasn't able to eat much at dinner...and not to mention another year without any luck on the draws (sighs!). A sony laptop, a trip for 2 to shanghai...and not even a 1000$ shopping voucher :( . What was the blast then? I would have thought i may have to escort some aunty home right after dinner, but turned out...me, the aunty and a quite a number of the hot-heads went on to a club right after dinner. 70 floors above. It was no heaven; quite the contrary...there we commited sins. I haven't stayed that long in a club for ages (though i still think the DJ sucks)...it was not till the lights were all on that we realized its time to go home and get some sleep. The next day, i woke up with half my face swollen and a sore butt. And i had to take a day off on Monday. Maybe its time to consider retirement.
Then i have my Night Festival event coming 2 weeks from now. I'm already getting slightly spirited about it. Hopefully its gonna be something fun. This Saturday I'm gonna help Kev shift his place, im just hoping i dont have to sit at the back of a lorry; but then again...it might be a good experience, such thing dont come often anyway...and i have got that 5 clicks Race Against Cancer run on Sunday morning. These days, 5km is like 'eating vege'. I may sound a lil arrogant but hey...if its vege...its vege ok! Robot is expecting me to think of a good b'fast place...obviously to him, the 5km is really nothing to worry about...the b'fast venue would be a bigger headache in this case. I should start getting to know my area more, after all the race is just around where i live...wouldn't wanna end up proposing something like McBreakfast...its gonna look bad.
Ohhh...and last friday, we met up with this friend of ours...one who we haven't seen for a fair bit of time. She came marching with the new soulmate. Not that we have seen any ex(s) before, but then...knowing this girl...i guess she's all contented with what she has now. After all, its her 'ambition' to get married someday. If you're reading this, yes...i'm talking about u! :P But frankly, we are all very happy for you =) really!!!
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
An achievement...of sort.
It was not too long ago that i bragged about how i'm occupying my Tuesday nights now. Today marks the end of my E1 French. As one of my classmate quotes "It is sad but yet a relief". Coming from someone who had to drag her very soul to class every Tues. I couldn't find any better word for her than a 'relief' indeed. Though i doubt she would miss using the language much, but i guess this is not something which you will find in everyone.
I'm moving on to my E2 next week. My new found ability makes me hunger for more. I'm seeing myself reading more and more; trying to figure out the speech pattern or even try to construct new lines for everyday use. It is tiring, yet enjoyable. Something which i hope i can keep up for a fair bit more.
Ohhh and tonite, there's more! Time to have some fun with my newly downloaded iOS4! Hopefully i dont break this thing till i get my new replacement =)
I'm moving on to my E2 next week. My new found ability makes me hunger for more. I'm seeing myself reading more and more; trying to figure out the speech pattern or even try to construct new lines for everyday use. It is tiring, yet enjoyable. Something which i hope i can keep up for a fair bit more.
Ohhh and tonite, there's more! Time to have some fun with my newly downloaded iOS4! Hopefully i dont break this thing till i get my new replacement =)
Tuesday, June 08, 2010
The next in line
After the news break on the next gen of iPhone today, i have silently let go a breath of relief which i have kept held since 2 months ago. My old 3G was giving me alot of unwanted mutes as of late, I couldn't wait any longer to chuck it aside and quickly embrace the new 4G which will be hitting stores here by early July (or so, it was reported). I know my contract is coming to an end pretty soon...but i wasn't so sure when it would be; a quick check from the webby just now confirmed and somewhat made my sluggish after-francois-nite a lil better. Here's hoping i dont have to bruise myself elbowing my way thru the Q come July.
Wednesday, June 02, 2010
Making a turn
It's another rainy morning. The weather is getting a lil unpredictable these days. It was all hot and sunny yesterday; it's close to 11am now, the heavy rain clouds are still hanging in the almost mid afternoon sky. Maybe another downpour in the afternoon wouldnt be such a bad thing after all.
I've got a call from the musuem on Monday, a call which i have been waiting for and thought would probably not arrive. I applied to be a volunteer at the musuem's Night Festival event come July two weeks ago. I wrote in with my application form in which i had to admit, i didnt spend alot of effort on. But my hopes were high back then thinking I would probably get it regardless of my lack of effort in answering the questions on the application form. After 2 weeks, when my hopes were dampening and almost diminished to nothingness (esp after i chanced on an article in the papers about volunteer work in musuems over here are overwhelming high); i got a call right after lunch on Monday inviting me over to the national musuem for an interview come Saturday. I was thrilled! And i spent the rest of my afternoon telling colleagues, close friends etc about it. Yah, i realized i'm somewhat of an attention whore. I get excited too quickly and i had to tell everyone i know about it...then after i'm done or ran out of air, I lay flat like a balloon. I dont feel that much of the thrill anymore, not to say i'm not interested...it's just the spark to actually tell people about it has died a little somewhat. I'm still eagerly awaiting for Saturday. It's my first volunteer work of such and i do not know what sort of interview it may be, what questions i would be asked, how should i dress, what is expected of me...and even i'll get selected for the job in the first place. Though most of my friends were saying they have confident i'd get it; at this moment i would rather keep my hopes a litle lower. I know i wouldn't like the disappointment.
I've got a call from the musuem on Monday, a call which i have been waiting for and thought would probably not arrive. I applied to be a volunteer at the musuem's Night Festival event come July two weeks ago. I wrote in with my application form in which i had to admit, i didnt spend alot of effort on. But my hopes were high back then thinking I would probably get it regardless of my lack of effort in answering the questions on the application form. After 2 weeks, when my hopes were dampening and almost diminished to nothingness (esp after i chanced on an article in the papers about volunteer work in musuems over here are overwhelming high); i got a call right after lunch on Monday inviting me over to the national musuem for an interview come Saturday. I was thrilled! And i spent the rest of my afternoon telling colleagues, close friends etc about it. Yah, i realized i'm somewhat of an attention whore. I get excited too quickly and i had to tell everyone i know about it...then after i'm done or ran out of air, I lay flat like a balloon. I dont feel that much of the thrill anymore, not to say i'm not interested...it's just the spark to actually tell people about it has died a little somewhat. I'm still eagerly awaiting for Saturday. It's my first volunteer work of such and i do not know what sort of interview it may be, what questions i would be asked, how should i dress, what is expected of me...and even i'll get selected for the job in the first place. Though most of my friends were saying they have confident i'd get it; at this moment i would rather keep my hopes a litle lower. I know i wouldn't like the disappointment.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
From a budget terminal
Another airport, another feeling. Strangely everytime I manage to have some extra time at the airport I'd think abt those days when I use to travel. The airports that I've seen. The streets and busses heading to the terminal. It puts me at ease. It's a comforting feeling. Not the kind that overwhelms u entirely but a light emotion, just sufficient for you to feel the hint of nostalgia. A feeling which I'd enjoy more with a cup of latte. Maybe not today. I still have half a coke to go and the bones from my mcwings meal. It's only 8pm. Boarding is still 20mins away.
Monday, May 24, 2010
It's only coffee
Not so recent ago, my new office bought a Le Cube machine. This tiny machine stirred quite a few conversations in the office after that.
It's a Nespresso coffee machine.
Ever since then, those sitting on the upper levels have been making use of this machine almost every morning and noon. For those of us who aren't really there yet, were hoping we could get a sip of the heavenly taste too. The small lil cubes that you slot into the machine, will make about 1/3 cup of coffee. Different color codes will have different blend and intensity. Last week, after much pestering from my fellow colleagues i finally went over to ION to get a discovery box. This box of 36 cubes cost about 140$ and contains all the colors/blends available for sale. Today, after lunch...we finally break our regime of going for coffee/tea. Like kids with new toy, we came back and spent a good while picking our favourite color. Now after half an hour, i can still smell the aroma from my cup...I guess the box of 36 will not last us very long.
It's a Nespresso coffee machine.
Ever since then, those sitting on the upper levels have been making use of this machine almost every morning and noon. For those of us who aren't really there yet, were hoping we could get a sip of the heavenly taste too. The small lil cubes that you slot into the machine, will make about 1/3 cup of coffee. Different color codes will have different blend and intensity. Last week, after much pestering from my fellow colleagues i finally went over to ION to get a discovery box. This box of 36 cubes cost about 140$ and contains all the colors/blends available for sale. Today, after lunch...we finally break our regime of going for coffee/tea. Like kids with new toy, we came back and spent a good while picking our favourite color. Now after half an hour, i can still smell the aroma from my cup...I guess the box of 36 will not last us very long.
Monday, May 17, 2010
The Caged Bird
The Caged Bird Chronicle - The venting machine
Recently, i have gotten fond of reading contemporary stuff. The caged bird recommended Em one of his books.
I got a glimpse of it and decided to google the name. 16 pages of preview read from Amazon later, turns out i had to agree the japanese author wasn't really that bad after all.
Contemporary reads can be a killer sometimes. Some author would express things very well at the beginning but somewhere in middle, they would run out of air and go flat all the way to the end.
The dreadful feeling of having to go through the rest of the books in such a manner...i'd usually give up after half.
Whenever i look back at those books i'm not able to finish, a sense of regret would washed over me.
It is not a feeling i enjoy having. Anyway, after lunch yesterday i got my new book-The Wind-up Bird Chronicle...recommended by its caged brethen. How ironic.
Today, we sat down for tea after lunch. T was a lil reluctant at first when our chain-bound friend asked to sit down for tea right after lunch but he obliged anyway, just like how he usually is.
Friend got his tea, and both me and T got barlie instead. Lighter on the stomach and they come in a ready to go plastic cups; in case we need to bail before we can even finish.
Who would have thought the conversation that followed almost brought us to the bottom of our cups when we're done. Friend was puffing hot air again, this time again, about his rental and how he finds it difficult to rent out his room.
Paying much of his payroll to rental is not something anyone would be happy about. He was again venting off his frustration. Sometimes i wonder, could it be that you only feel frustrated after 2 years of relationship?
Whatever happen to happy ever after? Someone once said i grew up watching too much fairy tale...but if love is not based on fairytales, what else can it be based on?
If you have to apply logic and reasoning to love, do you still call it love? The world is a place full of objectives. Everything that we do, we must justify, quantify and reason.
The Caged Bird Chronicle - The high speed train
The tea sessions are becoming of a routine now. Everyday, well...almost everyday after lunch if we have too much left on the minute hand, we would go sit down by one of the local tea house and have a cuppa and talk about whats bothering us in life. The caged bird, being new to our society has been feeding us with inside news of life within the cage. A life whose previously was unknown to most of us.
The cage has been exported out of the country over the weekend due to work where she would remain for another week or two. The bird is set free for now, and has been doing alot of chirping outside some estranged trees since the last weekend. I suppose this would go on for another week, or at least till he's back in the cage again. Frankly, i think i'm beginning to 'enjoy' these after lunch sessions that we are having. Perhaps i've grown curious of our newly acquired friend, maybe his shroud of mystery will die out once i've seen through the mists of his clouded life. I'm still not quite sure which would that be, but for now...i'm letting my curiousity drive.
I dont remember exactly if it is out of abruptness that he brought up the topic or perhaps we were even talking along those lines. Anyway, that is of least importance. What is; is the fact that he told us he would get married if it is what makes the other half happy. He is in no means or at least having any feel or rush of tying the knot...but if it is what makes the relationship tick, he will do it - i have to quote the precise words, "If it makes her happy, I will be happy too. If getting married makes her happy, i dont mind doing it". Both myself and T looked at each other for like more than a brief sec, knowing not what to say at first. Then our eyes made a solemn pack and we silently gave up on our friend. Maybe he fell into the rabbit hole when he was growing up. He is in Lala land; a place where the genie plays the harp and grants you wishes and cinderalla still wears her polished glass slippers, happily singing lullabies with her fairy godmother waiting to be engaged to prince charming. Sometimes i thought i could be the only one on earth with all these little 'perfect' relationships in my head-which will probably not come true, but today...i feel so dwarfed over by this guy. The wheels of the train is already in motion, the wedding plan has been set off...there's no turning back but to press on and hope for the best. Or he can jump out of the window now and get all bloody or die, which would be foolish. In this world of over 6 billion people; there are generally 2 types of us...one who get married for the love and company. The other, who get married first then prayed that they would gain the effects after. And there are usually two outcomes; either they pulled through alright and live a full, contented life...or they fail miserably, dragging their days till the end and pray that in the next; they might get luckier. There might be a 3rd outcome where you can sever any knots and start off fresh again, but then again who are we to fool? We would eventually fall into the cycle again.
Recently, i have gotten fond of reading contemporary stuff. The caged bird recommended Em one of his books.
I got a glimpse of it and decided to google the name. 16 pages of preview read from Amazon later, turns out i had to agree the japanese author wasn't really that bad after all.
Contemporary reads can be a killer sometimes. Some author would express things very well at the beginning but somewhere in middle, they would run out of air and go flat all the way to the end.
The dreadful feeling of having to go through the rest of the books in such a manner...i'd usually give up after half.
Whenever i look back at those books i'm not able to finish, a sense of regret would washed over me.
It is not a feeling i enjoy having. Anyway, after lunch yesterday i got my new book-The Wind-up Bird Chronicle...recommended by its caged brethen. How ironic.
Today, we sat down for tea after lunch. T was a lil reluctant at first when our chain-bound friend asked to sit down for tea right after lunch but he obliged anyway, just like how he usually is.
Friend got his tea, and both me and T got barlie instead. Lighter on the stomach and they come in a ready to go plastic cups; in case we need to bail before we can even finish.
Who would have thought the conversation that followed almost brought us to the bottom of our cups when we're done. Friend was puffing hot air again, this time again, about his rental and how he finds it difficult to rent out his room.
Paying much of his payroll to rental is not something anyone would be happy about. He was again venting off his frustration. Sometimes i wonder, could it be that you only feel frustrated after 2 years of relationship?
Whatever happen to happy ever after? Someone once said i grew up watching too much fairy tale...but if love is not based on fairytales, what else can it be based on?
If you have to apply logic and reasoning to love, do you still call it love? The world is a place full of objectives. Everything that we do, we must justify, quantify and reason.
The Caged Bird Chronicle - The high speed train
The tea sessions are becoming of a routine now. Everyday, well...almost everyday after lunch if we have too much left on the minute hand, we would go sit down by one of the local tea house and have a cuppa and talk about whats bothering us in life. The caged bird, being new to our society has been feeding us with inside news of life within the cage. A life whose previously was unknown to most of us.
The cage has been exported out of the country over the weekend due to work where she would remain for another week or two. The bird is set free for now, and has been doing alot of chirping outside some estranged trees since the last weekend. I suppose this would go on for another week, or at least till he's back in the cage again. Frankly, i think i'm beginning to 'enjoy' these after lunch sessions that we are having. Perhaps i've grown curious of our newly acquired friend, maybe his shroud of mystery will die out once i've seen through the mists of his clouded life. I'm still not quite sure which would that be, but for now...i'm letting my curiousity drive.
I dont remember exactly if it is out of abruptness that he brought up the topic or perhaps we were even talking along those lines. Anyway, that is of least importance. What is; is the fact that he told us he would get married if it is what makes the other half happy. He is in no means or at least having any feel or rush of tying the knot...but if it is what makes the relationship tick, he will do it - i have to quote the precise words, "If it makes her happy, I will be happy too. If getting married makes her happy, i dont mind doing it". Both myself and T looked at each other for like more than a brief sec, knowing not what to say at first. Then our eyes made a solemn pack and we silently gave up on our friend. Maybe he fell into the rabbit hole when he was growing up. He is in Lala land; a place where the genie plays the harp and grants you wishes and cinderalla still wears her polished glass slippers, happily singing lullabies with her fairy godmother waiting to be engaged to prince charming. Sometimes i thought i could be the only one on earth with all these little 'perfect' relationships in my head-which will probably not come true, but today...i feel so dwarfed over by this guy. The wheels of the train is already in motion, the wedding plan has been set off...there's no turning back but to press on and hope for the best. Or he can jump out of the window now and get all bloody or die, which would be foolish. In this world of over 6 billion people; there are generally 2 types of us...one who get married for the love and company. The other, who get married first then prayed that they would gain the effects after. And there are usually two outcomes; either they pulled through alright and live a full, contented life...or they fail miserably, dragging their days till the end and pray that in the next; they might get luckier. There might be a 3rd outcome where you can sever any knots and start off fresh again, but then again who are we to fool? We would eventually fall into the cycle again.
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