I woke up late today. Friend msged and woke me up at 8:17am. Luckily my boss isn't coming in to office today, and I stayed at work till 8:15pm yesterday, so I kinda have an excuse.
My friend complained yesterday that I keep telling her what to do. I think that is a bad habit I picked up along the way, but never noticed it till yesterday. The other day at Cold Storage, I told my colleague not to buy 2 regular packs of M&Ms since she decided against the party sized pack (she didn't want to gain weight). I told her that it didn't make sense to get 2 regular packs, cos if you wanted 2 regular packs, you might as well get the large party sized pack, which was cheaper. Bossy eh?
It is terrible how I can be both bossy and placid at the same time. Most times when I go out with my friends, I don't have an opinion about where to go, what to eat, what to do, what movie to watch, etc. But when it comes to little decisions, the bossy twit in me comes out. Sigh.
My resolution:
To display more initiative in my work, relationships, and goals.
To be less bossy about stupid things.
Friday, October 08, 2004
placid bully
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Monday, October 04, 2004
Monday's To-Do List
- Make a cup of coffee. (done)
- Drink a cup of coffee. (done)
- Write a cryptic one-liner. (done)
- Find missing piece of paper filled with impt info. (done)
- Send the boss updated versions of everything. (done)
- Input 200 songs into powerpoint.
- File piles of paper on table.
- Start to start to plan office Christmas party.
- Watch The Motorcycle Diaries. (whoohoo)
- Procrastinate by writing a to-do list. (done)
Friday, October 01, 2004
gonna boogie till the chickens come home
the subject of this post has nothing to do with the title.
i went running on tuesday and it was pure torture. this petite girl with long flapping hair in a red shirt and short bermudas zipped in front of me. i overtook her at the downhill slope, but she zipped in front of me later on the route. she was a veritable evergizer bunny. how does she run with all that hair anyway? this was my miserable timing.
all the middle-aged housewives and girls were gaga over the Jap hammer gold medalist Murofushi when the Asian Gold medallists visited singapore this week. i say, what is Murofushi compared to 1.52m Noguchi, who ran 42.195km in 2hrs 26mins and 20secs? she is my real hero.
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
12:45am
It is so quiet at night. Everything gets magnified. Grief, love, sorrow, desire, brotherhood, loneliness…. all of it expands to fill up the dark.
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
Congrats, the Worst is over
Except for how I look.
I never can decide what to wear on Tuesdays. Every Monday i indulge myself by wearing my most comfortablest clothes - usually something involving a pair of cotton cargo pants. Tuesday, if I can't be bothered what my colleagues think of me, I'll put back on the same pair of cotton pants, otherwise I look for a bottom with less pockets and a higher percentage of nylon. Today I'm wearing a pair of auntie pants and stripey long sleeve top (which my colleagues always say looks like crumpled pyjamas), with glasses and track shoes too may I add; I look positively awful.
Saturday, September 25, 2004
Withdrawal Symptoms
My sister is a hoot. She sent me this SMS message yesterday:
I am assuming u are having another day w/o withdrawal symptoms from being away from yr ah mui, pls take a min to reflect on yr sis n all her wonderfulness.
It made me laugh. So I wrote back:
Ha ha! You’re nuts. I live with constant withdrawal symptoms.
And that is a fact.
Friday, September 24, 2004
No eggs
I repeat, there are NO EGGS in this country.
There is no egg in your ban mien, no egg with your nasi lemak, no sunny-side-up at the mixed vege store (nor scrambled with onions for that matter), no egg with your rosti, no soft boiled eggs with soya sauce, no eggs at NTUC, no eggs at "Sing Song", no egg in sight!
Last night, my friend's parents and their dog went over to their relative's place to deliver eggs. How sweet is that? It makes this place feel like a kampong.
Thursday, September 23, 2004
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
favourite things
I love being in the office alone and watching the sun set over Bukit Timah.
It is my favourite time of the day - the hour between 6:30 and 7:30pm - when the shadows grow long and funky looking in the changing light. Things look funny between 6:30 and 7:30pm - shapes get somewhat distorted and colours become richer. It is as if earth is harnessing all its energies for one last explosion of brilliance before it quietly succumbs to the encroaching night. It is also the hour when birds go home to sleep.
One of my favourite places in the world is a rock that overlooks the A- river. It is not exactly the most romantic or comfortable of places - it inclines backwards, and the river is frequented by barges and motorboats. But at sunset, it transforms into a living painting. I used to sit there by myself, torn in two cos I wanted to sit and watch the sunset, but reluctant to stay cos I did not want to cycle the hilly and arduous 50min journey back in the dark. Common sense usually got the better of me and I would make it back in time for dinner.
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
Signs that today is going to be a Good Day
- I am wearing jeans to work.
- The TV mobile unit was out of order in the bus.
- I had toast with mozarella cheese for breakfast.
Monday, September 20, 2004
Powerpoint Girl Saves the Day!
It is official. I've been appointed the illustrious position of Powerpoint Girl at the upcoming uber-important Central Conference. That means that that after a rapid round of clicking and butt-kicking, Powerpoint Girl will keep Churchville from certain destruction and chaos to save the day! Hooray!
Terry Fox Run
It was the Terry Fox run this past weekend. My friends and I ran the 8km and finished it in 45mins. I thought we did very well. Especially since one of my friends came down with viral labyrinthitis a week ago and her balance was still off-kilter on Sunday. She either has extraordinary will power and determination (true), or it must be the steriods she has been taking. It didn't feel like 8km though - more like 6 or 7km, but hey, who's counting?
The run marked a certain tentative return to normality for me. Things are still the same in some ways, but it looks like things will carry on. I am still praying.
