34 posts tagged “daily blabbers”
A Few Good Friends is, quite frankly all you need. I mean other then the basic stuff like Air, Water and Food la.
People come and go and more often then not, they slowly fade away. Although sometimes they go out with a bang; or better still; they go out altogether - without you that is. And there are those who ends it all with silence.
Defeaning Silence.
Oh well. Too bad for them, for missing out what they are gonna miss out.
I tell you.
Really.
A Few Good Friends is hard to come by.
And.
A Few Good Friends is really more then Enough.
This week is/has been pretty insane.
Monday I left office at about 4pm to go see the doctor. Tuesday I was on MC. Wednesday I came in as normal. Thursday was a public holiday. Friday saw me blogging in the office.
Talk about being on and off at work.
In the end, there wasn't any sun in this dawn either. I should have known from the start, but hey, doesn't hurt to try right. We'll never know till we tried.
Talking about the sun, the weather these last week or so has been incredibly hot. I would wake up in the mornings all hot and sticky, machiam I ran in my sleep.
Random: "Miss, you look tired. It must have been all the running through my head"
-_-
Things ain't the same recently. I haven't been able to blog properly and stuff, though I am always on my own blog when I am online. Come to think of it, it is rather creepy. I would be on my blog eagerly waiting for new entries. Problem is: it is my own blog.
I recieved in an email from a friend/buddy/colleague/fellow PM of mine an invitation to "be linking these blogs to the website."
Imagine in the next newsletter: "Respectable Member found to be using illicit ideas and languages; and broadcasting wry messages to the masses through his Blog.".
The horrors.
I went ahead and gave my blog address to them anyway.
I wonder what I am thinking sometimes.
If I am even thinking. That is.
Let's hope the decide not to chose my site for the linking; though the prospective of increased hits does sound good.
This morning, while I was on my way from my office's carpark to my office. I noticed a group of grass-cutters preparing to slice and mash the tall grasses from my office surroundings. Thinking to myself, I can do with some of those wonderfully soothing aroma of freshly cut grass. 3 hours later, I was on my way to the toilet when I noticed that the grass was still standing tall and proud and all ditzy from the insane sun and that something was missing.
When I was in the toilet, it occured to me that the soothing aroma of freshly cut grass was missing.
And then.
I caught a whiff of the lingering potassium in the toilet.
And that was it.
It is still the same after so many years. Looking back, it has been 5 long years since it happened. I am not sure exactly when it did, but I am very sure it did.
How do I know?
Because I am the only one in it.
The furthest distance from you is when I am standing next to you. The furthest one so far was when I was standing next to you at the airport. Really.
Years back, I scroll for your name on that list of MSN of mine. Even till now, I am still scrolling for your name on that long list of MSN on mine. I am not sure either, but it is always such a mixed emotion when I see you online. One of desire and disgust.
I feel like one side of a pair of chopstick, always a pair, but never together. So oriental. We are.
But. I think for the good of all of us, it is really time to move on.
Now that a new chapter is beginning, or at least I hope it is. I can't belive I did this but, all I did was smile.
I hope the sun raises from this dawn this time.
I stepped on dog shit this morning.
I was in my office, happily eating my breakfast when the first whiff of dog shit hit me. Initially, I thought it was the noodles I was having.
I went:
'JIA LAT! WHAT AM I EATING!?'
Then I realised that the smell smell too distinctively like dog shit to be coming from the noodles.
I lifted my feet and to my horror, I saw some brown substance stuck between some leaves stuck on the sole of my shoe. I then went out and did what all dogs do to clean their legs.
Vigourously scrapping my foot on the grass field to get rid of the vile substance.
This was when my colleague walked by me with her ear phones plugged in and with a look of bewilderment on her face.
'Dwirt must have finally lost it.'
Its been a while since I have came back to this blog space of mine, not that I was that busy (though it was a major contributing factor), I just felt I had something else better to do. Like Eat, Sleep or even Shit.
Why are they in Caps?
Hmm...
I am now thinking how to link showing photos of my trip to what I have written above. Oh what the heck, here they are:
Was waiting for a colleague to pick me up for an event when I took this:
And then there was this birthday surprise for one of our colleagues:
So there you have it.
I was doing all this (refering to the photos) before I stepped on dog shit.
Oh bother.
I like rainy days. Not because it is nice to be able to cuddle and sleep in on such days. Though I wished I can do that more often. I like the smell of freshly cut grass. The very fragrance reminds me of the love and care that I have had these years. I like to be able to sit by the windows and look out into the glistening streets with busy people in umbrellas hurrying by to get to work. I would then close my eyes, a temporal detachment from the sights and listen. The pitter patter of the rain against the window panes. The distant sounds of car engines and horns. The hurried footsteps of the newly graduated executive on his first day of work. The cheerful whistle of the staff in the cafe I am in. A warm cup of coffee and some biscuits – a almost perfect match to the sights and sounds I am drinking in now. The only thing missing would be you. Instead. I like rainy days (still). Though I cannot laze in bed anymore and I have to get my arse up and running so that I would not be late for work. I still like the smell of freshly grass. I just don’t like the noisy process that is on going right now outside my door. I still like to sit by the window. Though I think my boss would think he hired some strange freak who would sip 3 in 1 coffee by his ground floor office door, looking at foreign workers (noisily) cutting grass. I still like to close my eyes every now and then - A temporal detachment from everything. The sounds that I hear: The howling chilly winds from the air con. The furious clicking and typing by my colleagues. The distant sounds of the motor powering the blades desecrating the grass. The hurried footsteps of my newly promoted senior executive, late, for the first time in his career. A warm cup of 3 in 1 coffee and a burger from a fast food restaurant – a almost perfect match to the sights and sounds I am drinking in now. The only thing missing would be me from the picture.
I was wondering why my colleague would ask me to go into her office so urgently. She sounded really important. I figured it would be something to do with either my company or my department; so I went.
I left her office in a whirl, after learning how to do a reciept via the department portal. It didn't help that I was tired and a little sleepy.
On my way back into my office, I wondered why all my colleagues were following behind me. Shrugging it off, I went back into my office.
And I found this on my computer screen:
-_-"
The lady, by the way, was my previous manager.
All of us were laughing so hard that our stomachs hurt. I found out later that the colleague who set this up has been planning this for days! She took the effort to send my photo from our office back home to print them; found the cut out traditional costumes on a calender and then stuck them together! Even the temp staff had a hand in this, she took blue tack and moulded hands out of them.
And I am holding my previous manager's waist.
Oh bother.
All this for a cup of tea.
And you get 15 minutes worth of good clean laughter and fun.
I love my colleagues.
Really.
I just got back.
Couldn't really sleep, that's why I am here to blog.
It must have been so long since I have had so much fun while I was out le.
Look at this photo and you would know what I mean:
And there's more:
And there is this too:
Don't ask what we were doing with the flowers. We didn't know either. Let's just say we all do strange things sometimes.
And this. How can anyone not fall in love with Nicole?! She's like a cotton bud with 3 black dots and 2 pink triangles and with lots of steriods. Really. She does live up to her breed, the Jack Russells. And to those who knows the difference, she is of a slightly different family under the JR family. Nevertheless, they are all broadly classified as Jack Russells.
And really. How can any one not fall in love with her?
I know I did.
就这样吧.
这场单人悲剧就要落幕了. 一场五年之长的剧本,一场本来就不存在的剧情。
伤口裂了。我开始痛了。
我想伤口很快就会消失吧。
我还真不舍的这种痛。
剩下的事物，有谁会要？
我。
Fitting jeans and a black shirt.
I wonder if it is really the jeans that is fitting or the body that is in it that is filling.
I think its the latter.
This morning I somehow walked to work feeling something strange. It would seem that I am no longer in the hasty mode. Apparently, I strolled in office today knowing that the rest of the office would be slightly late too. So I strolled, no haste no rush no nothing.
Really.
No nothing.
It would be nothing soon.
The first day of the month, the first of many more to come. Days that I would go about doing my job and life, Days that I would go about waiting.
Waiting.
A dear friend of mine was asking after me via SMS.
"You okay not?"
My reply:
"Okay. Why not okay? I am more or less used to it le. Come to think of it, it has been 5 years since its been like that."
And that hit me. 5 long years. What have I been doing?!
Or for that matter, what have I not been doing?!
It might have been the lack of actions or it could have been the actions themselves.
It might have been the words that were missing or it could have been words of "I miss you".
I am still stuck here.
But I reckon we all have to move on at some point of time.
So.
Here I go.
Left right left right left right left...
You know, every now and then, our asses gets itchy and we do stupid things?
I was rudely reminded why I have prefered the bus since I was very young. I overslept today and missed the "Ideal" timing to get to work. As such, I had to take the train to work to make sure that I was on time. And really, I rather have woken up early to get on the bus then to have to struggle through the train horror.
If I were to take the bus to work, it would mean a longer journey of 1.5 hours compared to 45 minutes via the train. But in that 1.5 hours, I would be very comfortably seated in a cool bus snoozing away or staring blankly out of the bus.
I reached office today, on time. But drenched in sweat and irritated at fellow commuters.
-_-
I spent the majority of my Saturday at home catching up on my sleep. After which, I met my friends for the night. I suppose photos tells a ga-zillion words. So yeah, here it is:
Try not to laugh too hard or try to decipher what were we doing. Let's just say that it is our way of having fun and relieving some stress.
I hope this will not cause an uproar to SBS Transit.
Sunday - spent quality time with my family. It came in 2 parts though. First part was spent with my Mum and Dad and the the second part was with my Sis later in the evening. I reckon it must have been some time since we have done this le.
I would be back to post more. I think.
I hope.
忘
我没有很努力要自己去遗忘
那些和日记一起收藏的过往
孤单在思绪之中变得很漫长
想
我没有很刻意让自己不去想
那些和照片静止的模样
我学着坚强
坚强到不用学着不想
学着遗忘
还是害怕夜深人静时总想起你
还是害怕的不经意听见你的消息
然而当爱已经沉淀得太清晰
当拥有已经是失去
就勇敢的放弃
还是害怕一个人时就很难忘记
还是害怕突然宁愿当初没有决定
然而当爱最后的出口是分离
我会这么相信
走下去
孙燕姿 害怕
