Random Nothings
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Not too sure if singers should stay being one instead of trying out their acting skills.
At least, they can try.
Heaven's Postman (starring Jae Joong) definitely gave a better vibe as compared to the crap from Heading to the Ground (starring Yunho) which has fallen flat on the ground since it was aired. At the very least, HP's soundtrack's looking good.
Life's not looking too good. ; all puked out at 5:30 PM
At least, they can try.
Heaven's Postman (starring Jae Joong) definitely gave a better vibe as compared to the crap from Heading to the Ground (starring Yunho) which has fallen flat on the ground since it was aired. At the very least, HP's soundtrack's looking good.
Life's not looking too good. ; all puked out at 5:30 PM
Six degrees of seperation
Thursday, November 12, 2009
I woke up yesterday to an sms from a colleague telling me that we have a new department head (I was on leave when I got this bit of news). Story check: News point should be the fact that we have a new boss coming in, right?
Not.
The name in the sms looked so familiar that I'm half hoping that the world is not that small.
In the end, it is. The darn Six Degrees of Seperation. ; all puked out at 9:22 AM
Not.
The name in the sms looked so familiar that I'm half hoping that the world is not that small.
In the end, it is. The darn Six Degrees of Seperation. ; all puked out at 9:22 AM
When silence doesn't mean I'm not listening
Sunday, November 08, 2009
Sometimes I think life is going too well for me - I have friends who care, family to love and a job that can get me by. If life is a yin-yang balance like what everyone says, then (what I always have at the back of my head), something bad should be happening soon. Whenever there's up, there must be a down too, right? It's almost kind of sick, waiting and anticipating the worst to happen the next moment. It's kind of tiring trudging past life like this.
So when I take a step back and look at the friends around me, I wonder what kind of a friend I am to them. They're around to listen to my bitching and pouring of woe, but as a friend to them, I really suck at giving advice. What I can do is only to lend a listening ear, but there's so much going on in my head (and heart) as I listen to them, much more than I can express and show them that I really care.
Do I seem aloof and uncaring to them because I feel more than what I'm able to say? Do I seem frivolous because I am always there to share the happiness, but snapped silent when shit happens and they need some comfort from me? Many times, I feel as if I'm standing outside of the circle looking in. It's probably me, the girl who is unable to articulate her emotions but feels them oozing out from within her.
What do you do when you're upset? I ... ...
Write it all down and file it away somewhere. What a thought-provoking question, because being honest about the way I handle emotions, I realised this is me, who write better than I can articulate. Who finds it difficult to say what I feel. Who wish I can better reflect who I am inside. Who wish that the people around me can feel my sincerity and hear my thoughts and feelings. But that is asking for too much. I guess this is my style, but I wonder if this is socially acceptable.
Gotta rethink about this long and hard, but it's hard to change the way I communicate my appreciation for the people around me. I just hope they know.
For my friend (and yes, I'm doing it in writing), the world can come tumbling down on you in a swift second when moments ago everything was fine and dandy. You feel hurt, betrayed, and wonder why some people are the way they are. You don't understand why things like this can happen.
This might not be the first time, yet it might not be the last either. Things happen for a reason and you have two options.
One - you dwell in this pool of confusion and disappointment, keep on wondering how such a thing can happen, betray yourself by having self doubts, let the bad taste linger in your mouth and affect whatever next that you do. All in all, the contenders would have succeeded in making a mess of your life when there is in fact nothing you should worry yourself sick over. In a nutshell, totally not worth it.
Two - It's ok to have a sleepless night, vent out your disappointment by abusing the soft toys, give it a go on the hard wall, pour out the woes to your friends (the ones who truly are), and have a good sleep thereafter. When you wake up, your friends are still there, your family is around you. What else is more important than this? The world still goes on and you know it's not worth it to dwell further, because those are really people creating something out of nothing. You have more important things to do, and you are about to embark on a new, exciting journey that you're waiting for. And you have become stronger. The next time something similar happen, you can walk away with a smile, because that is part and parcel of life.
Where there's down, there's up.
Where there's black, there's white (and sometimes with bits of grey).
Where's there's evil, there's goodness.
Where's there's disappointment, there's trust and belief.
Totally random, yes, but you know what I mean. ; all puked out at 8:11 PM
So when I take a step back and look at the friends around me, I wonder what kind of a friend I am to them. They're around to listen to my bitching and pouring of woe, but as a friend to them, I really suck at giving advice. What I can do is only to lend a listening ear, but there's so much going on in my head (and heart) as I listen to them, much more than I can express and show them that I really care.
Do I seem aloof and uncaring to them because I feel more than what I'm able to say? Do I seem frivolous because I am always there to share the happiness, but snapped silent when shit happens and they need some comfort from me? Many times, I feel as if I'm standing outside of the circle looking in. It's probably me, the girl who is unable to articulate her emotions but feels them oozing out from within her.
What do you do when you're upset? I ... ...
Write it all down and file it away somewhere. What a thought-provoking question, because being honest about the way I handle emotions, I realised this is me, who write better than I can articulate. Who finds it difficult to say what I feel. Who wish I can better reflect who I am inside. Who wish that the people around me can feel my sincerity and hear my thoughts and feelings. But that is asking for too much. I guess this is my style, but I wonder if this is socially acceptable.
Gotta rethink about this long and hard, but it's hard to change the way I communicate my appreciation for the people around me. I just hope they know.
For my friend (and yes, I'm doing it in writing), the world can come tumbling down on you in a swift second when moments ago everything was fine and dandy. You feel hurt, betrayed, and wonder why some people are the way they are. You don't understand why things like this can happen.
This might not be the first time, yet it might not be the last either. Things happen for a reason and you have two options.
One - you dwell in this pool of confusion and disappointment, keep on wondering how such a thing can happen, betray yourself by having self doubts, let the bad taste linger in your mouth and affect whatever next that you do. All in all, the contenders would have succeeded in making a mess of your life when there is in fact nothing you should worry yourself sick over. In a nutshell, totally not worth it.
Two - It's ok to have a sleepless night, vent out your disappointment by abusing the soft toys, give it a go on the hard wall, pour out the woes to your friends (the ones who truly are), and have a good sleep thereafter. When you wake up, your friends are still there, your family is around you. What else is more important than this? The world still goes on and you know it's not worth it to dwell further, because those are really people creating something out of nothing. You have more important things to do, and you are about to embark on a new, exciting journey that you're waiting for. And you have become stronger. The next time something similar happen, you can walk away with a smile, because that is part and parcel of life.
Where there's down, there's up.
Where there's black, there's white (and sometimes with bits of grey).
Where's there's evil, there's goodness.
Where's there's disappointment, there's trust and belief.
Totally random, yes, but you know what I mean. ; all puked out at 8:11 PM
Taking one off
Thursday, November 05, 2009
This is gonna be a special weekend,
because there Jpn class is postponed to the next week
because mum is not working his Sat
because Friday is almost a half day with time off for company D&D
because I got my one-year mark letter from work
and because there will be no Sunday depressions or back to work Monday.
My first long break from work after a year.
Can't wait.
; all puked out at 10:37 PM
because there Jpn class is postponed to the next week
because mum is not working his Sat
because Friday is almost a half day with time off for company D&D
because I got my one-year mark letter from work
and because there will be no Sunday depressions or back to work Monday.
My first long break from work after a year.
Can't wait.
; all puked out at 10:37 PM
The Game of Archery
Monday, October 26, 2009
I'm starting to feel like the arrows are being shot to me blatantly, right smacked in the face.
I can't even blink and duck, he's just holding the arrows right in his hands and stabbing relentlessly into my back.
And he sees it in a very matter-of-fact kind of thing. Like hell only your work matters and is of value, and mine deemed redundant. Like hell I should be the one doing all those shit. There really needs to be a stronger portfolio clarity. My portfolio doesn't say "All the shit that the others don't want to do".
Thanks for that vote of confidence and support.
Greatly appreciated.
Now please clear your own shit.
; all puked out at 7:26 PM
I can't even blink and duck, he's just holding the arrows right in his hands and stabbing relentlessly into my back.
And he sees it in a very matter-of-fact kind of thing. Like hell only your work matters and is of value, and mine deemed redundant. Like hell I should be the one doing all those shit. There really needs to be a stronger portfolio clarity. My portfolio doesn't say "All the shit that the others don't want to do".
Thanks for that vote of confidence and support.
Greatly appreciated.
Now please clear your own shit.
; all puked out at 7:26 PM
What is your favourite day of the week?
Monday, October 12, 2009
Mine's Wed and Thurs.
Drools --> Check this out.
Spam,
Spam,
Spam, and
Spam.
Hilarious romantic drama with touches of the black humour that I like.
Recommended! Almost equal standing as Coffee Prince Shop. ; all puked out at 8:32 PM
Drools --> Check this out.
Spam,
Spam,
Spam, and
Spam.
Hilarious romantic drama with touches of the black humour that I like.
Recommended! Almost equal standing as Coffee Prince Shop. ; all puked out at 8:32 PM
In the good name of Health
Sunday, October 11, 2009
This seems to be a bad year for me in terms of health.
I don't think I've fallen sick as many times in all my 20+ years combined as in the year of 2009 (and the year hasn't ended yet).
A bad start to the year with some freak case of food allergies which caused my eyes to ballooned. Then there was the food poisoning case which made the toilet half my home. The flu bug that came and went, came and went, came..... and simply refuse to go away for good. The dry hacking cough that took a darn long time to subside. And now the tonsillitis.
I was asking my mum if I had gotten fat overnight so much so that my throat seems to blend in well with my jaw line (or the lack of). I can't see my jaw line and my lower cheeks looked bloated. My mum gleefully announced that I've finally come to my senses and acknowledge the fact (that I'm not exactly what someone would call slim).
The doctor gave me two days mc.
Well, I tried to be brave and all, and refused him, since the fever and chills have already subsided, and I would be able to go to work. I guess I was being a selfish brat forgetting that tonsillitis is contagious.
Whatever. Share the love, share the MCs.
Mr Fat Neck:
; all puked out at 8:33 PM
I don't think I've fallen sick as many times in all my 20+ years combined as in the year of 2009 (and the year hasn't ended yet).
A bad start to the year with some freak case of food allergies which caused my eyes to ballooned. Then there was the food poisoning case which made the toilet half my home. The flu bug that came and went, came and went, came..... and simply refuse to go away for good. The dry hacking cough that took a darn long time to subside. And now the tonsillitis.
I was asking my mum if I had gotten fat overnight so much so that my throat seems to blend in well with my jaw line (or the lack of). I can't see my jaw line and my lower cheeks looked bloated. My mum gleefully announced that I've finally come to my senses and acknowledge the fact (that I'm not exactly what someone would call slim).
The doctor gave me two days mc.
Well, I tried to be brave and all, and refused him, since the fever and chills have already subsided, and I would be able to go to work. I guess I was being a selfish brat forgetting that tonsillitis is contagious.
Whatever. Share the love, share the MCs.
Mr Fat Neck:
; all puked out at 8:33 PM
Some things I can't quite figure out
Sunday, October 04, 2009
In need of some good psych analysis to explain why some things are the way they are. Sometimes I struggle, too.
I believe everyone is born good. Truly.
It could be the circumstances/environment/influences that can change a person,
but ultimately, they would turn back again because they are truly good inside.
A person can rant on and on, be darn darn pissed, and be absolutely clueless about the way things are. But frankly, perspectives do change with time and age. Sometimes we're just blinded by growing up rage and self-righteousness. Points taken. All of us might have been there at some point in our lives. But there's a bigger picture out there.
Maybe there's no point in trying to make someone understand, because he'll have to go through that route of discovery himself. The so-called learn through experience school of thought. The no matter how much you say I still don't see your point phase. Or maybe (worst case scenario), he'll never find that route to home even up till the last moment of the last breath.
That would be a sad thing.
After all, who can truly care for you more than your family? Who will be the one who really sacrifice themselves for your sake beyond the superficiality of everyday life come one day. There may be a million and one things you may be unhappy with, with what you're born into and what is God-given. But life is really unpredictable and it'll be all too late when it comes one day you lose that opportunity to care.
It doesn't take much effort, but means a whole world.
It takes two hands to clap. ; all puked out at 9:34 PM
I believe everyone is born good. Truly.
It could be the circumstances/environment/influences that can change a person,
but ultimately, they would turn back again because they are truly good inside.
A person can rant on and on, be darn darn pissed, and be absolutely clueless about the way things are. But frankly, perspectives do change with time and age. Sometimes we're just blinded by growing up rage and self-righteousness. Points taken. All of us might have been there at some point in our lives. But there's a bigger picture out there.
Maybe there's no point in trying to make someone understand, because he'll have to go through that route of discovery himself. The so-called learn through experience school of thought. The no matter how much you say I still don't see your point phase. Or maybe (worst case scenario), he'll never find that route to home even up till the last moment of the last breath.
That would be a sad thing.
After all, who can truly care for you more than your family? Who will be the one who really sacrifice themselves for your sake beyond the superficiality of everyday life come one day. There may be a million and one things you may be unhappy with, with what you're born into and what is God-given. But life is really unpredictable and it'll be all too late when it comes one day you lose that opportunity to care.
It doesn't take much effort, but means a whole world.
It takes two hands to clap. ; all puked out at 9:34 PM
Stunning performance in Mr Brain
Monday, September 28, 2009
am Noob, I
Sunday, September 27, 2009
It's probably a year ago that I attempted to test out skype, but to no avail. I probably thought there was some connection error or something, which was why conversations can't get through.
It turned out that nothing was wrong at all except for my lack of common sense, having done my first successful skype with the sister and mum earlier (not without going though some difficulties). It's really a great (and free) invention, why is everyone else still msn-ing? I stopped that more than a year ago.
On a sidenote, I re-realised my love in planning and organising. It takes my brain off work to indulge in something more enjoyable, like planning the family get-away to my all time favourite land of rising sun. Once that trip materialises, I shall cross out one of the item on the right navi's wish list.
A step closer to moulding my dream.
Back to work tomorrow.
; all puked out at 10:22 PM
It turned out that nothing was wrong at all except for my lack of common sense, having done my first successful skype with the sister and mum earlier (not without going though some difficulties). It's really a great (and free) invention, why is everyone else still msn-ing? I stopped that more than a year ago.
On a sidenote, I re-realised my love in planning and organising. It takes my brain off work to indulge in something more enjoyable, like planning the family get-away to my all time favourite land of rising sun. Once that trip materialises, I shall cross out one of the item on the right navi's wish list.
A step closer to moulding my dream.
Back to work tomorrow.
; all puked out at 10:22 PM
