Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Sunday, July 29, 2007
It was a busy weekend ‘furnishing’ the house with some unusual suspects. And so without further ado, please welcome the new additions to the family.
The solitary plant: Angus (presumably he’s Scottish)
Residents of the fishbowl:
Fredrika (R.I.P.) : Tragically passed away before her prime
Olga : Apparently Russian
Cornelia : A rather nondescript guppy
Chuck : the somewhat spastic guppy with an inferiority complex and budding suicidal tendencies
The Quintuplet Cardinal Tetra’s, very imaginatively named:
Random Fish No.1
Random Fish No.2
Random Fish No.3
Random Fish No.4
Random Fish No.5
The Ghost Cat Fish: Casper and Beetlejuice (names self explanatory)
The fighting fish: Bruce (Lee) – he’s a lover not a fighter :p
They really have brought the place to life, not that I was aware of it being dead before this, but in truth, they have ‘livened’ it up. Always a good thing, and that’s a wrap for the week!
Thursday, July 26, 2007
The training was all right, and coming from a person with a very healthy level of scepticism and cynicism, this could be very high praise indeed. I'm certainly not one for the motivational or self-help spiel, but there was enough meat there to spark an interest. However whether this translates to action is at danger of being sacrificed at the altar of the Gods of Procrastination. Hur, hur! Same old, same old it seems.
Monday, July 23, 2007
It’s only when others tell you how unfortunate their lives are that you realize how fortunate you are. And while you complain and moan and sulk at miniscule real (or imagined) hurts, there are others for whom a life like yours would be a luxury they can only dream of. This is what I mean when I say I’m grateful, though unfortunately it slips my unreliable mind quite often.
I wasn’t prepared when my colleague suddenly began telling me of her marriage problems. There I was thinking we were just going to have a pleasant lunch together when I end up with a bleeding ear. It’s a tale of years of jealousy, possessiveness, lack of appreciation and much drama culminating in threats of divorce. And she’s a year younger than I am! Their problems began because of the (geographic) distance between them but according to her, even when they lived together the problems didn’t end there. She even revealed that she felt rushed into marriage amidst all this because her family had convinced her that her problems would be solved once they were married. This is how much damage meddling people who blindly uphold traditions but have very little insight into a person’s needs, can cause to the gullible and lost.
And to my horror, she continues to tells me in fatalistic tones that they are now discussing having children. It was an effort to bite my tongue from telling her what a bad idea that would be; dragging children into the mess without sorting themselves out first. It’s amazing though how she can function normally at work with all this happening in the background.
I’m not particularly close to these people, both this colleague of mine and the other mother of three who told me about the lost forbidden love of her life. And yet I tend to be at the receiving end of such woeful tales, things you would hesitate to tell someone who hasn’t been your best friend for at least 10 years. I say ‘receiving end’ because I never probe, I assume people are as private as I am when it comes to their personal lives, and yet. I’m beginning to think I must have ‘Mother Confessor’ branded on my forehead.
But I lap it up, all of this, and keep my mouth shut, everywhere except here that is.
Lucky you :)
Sunday, July 22, 2007
I know. I missed two days. Some days the act of opening the laptop, switching it on, connecting to the net, composing a post then waiting for Blogger to load in order to upload just seems too arduous a task to undertake.
Babysat the parents today, doing all the things I have very little patience for, namely visiting the relatives. Them with the same old questions and false smiles and gestures of affection. I always wonder, with all the history of animosity and bad blood between some of them, how they are able to come together and pretend everything is fine. I find it hypocritical and unhealthy, all this feigning goodwill and making a show of stifling irreconcilable differences. Where are the brush off’s and the refusing to speak to each other and cursing each other to hell? Where’s that familial spirit?
Anyway, ended up with an eye ache for good measure. I used to think that my frequent eye aches were brought on by heat or as the doctors like to say, staring at the PC for too long. So how do you explain it away when it’s been raining the whole day and I haven’t even glanced in the general direction of a PC until now?
I’m listening obsessively to My Chemical Romance these days. My colleague calls it ‘emo-rock’, apparently a sub-genre of rock that I hadn’t heard of before. I’m either so out of it or he’s pulling my leg. Like all music I take a shine to, I’ll be listening to them till I get sick, but in the meantime, it’s pretty good stuff.
PS: I surprise myself by actually having a lot of things to say. I’ve stored them up carefully in my brain and maybe (hopefully) will have the time and inclination to write them down one of these days.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
We’ve just collected our new curtains and they’re so glam! As hun said, now we just need to add stand lamps to showcase their brilliance.
Not much in the mood today (can you tell?). Last night indulged in negativity and contemplated the feeling of being on the verge of a downward spiral. I think it won’t happen though, not this time. I foretell that tomorrow I’ll perk right up again and will be fit to rain torture on 5 moles of one right ear (in joke, sorry).
It’s almost past his bedtime; he works the early shift, so I’m off to do some tucking in. And after, probably curl up and chuckle over a few episodes of Frasier until I reach a decent time to sleep.
Good night and sleep tight.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
If all goes well I'll only be back in the office only next Friday. Whopee!, assuming the Customer behaves and doesn't drive me up the wall that is :)
On my mind: Is my hun ok?
I hear he says he is and will continue to say so no matter how many times I bug him like a broken record. And no matter how much he says he is I also know he'll be hard pressed to convince me. When I've hooked on to an intuition like a leech, I won't let go until I burst, oozing out my insides or I decided to ignore and let it rest. Why the stubborness? I have been right before. And while that doesn't mean my hunches will be right forever after, it gives cause for pause and caution anyway.
So, is my hun ok?
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Fever’s dissipated a little. Feeling drowsy after the banana leaf lunch I happily gobbled down in attempt to eradicate the bitter taste of medicine from my mouth.
It’s the lunch time still that descends in the office only experienced by the few that lunch outside the official lunch hour. Taking liberties? Well, if no one stops us and works get done anyway, there’s no cause for anyone to complain.
Work’s somewhat slow. I’m scheduled to help out for five days at a customer site, however I use the term ‘scheduled’ loosely here because if things had been on schedule, I’d already be working there now. As things go we have yet to start (their bureaucratic red tape keeping us at bay) and I probably will not be able to allocate five days of my time to them as I will be away for training next week.
So I’m left restless at the moment. Was actually looking forward to the unexpected repetitive, tedious work in store for me; anything that gets me out of the office and affords me the luxury of just ‘doing’ instead of ‘thinking’ and all the things I’m used to. I’ve always thought that I’d be content with that kind of job; working as a cashier or as a photocopy girl for example. Now if only it paid fantastically well, had great career prospects and commanded an enviable level of respect. Sigh.
Monday, July 16, 2007
So last night as I was idly surfing, feeling a little bored as usual, I decided that in order to kick start my blogging activities again, I should make a habit out of it. I should blog everyday regardless of whether I think I have anything to say or not. After this epiphany, I promptly went to sleep.
Well then, it’s the next day already and even though I didn’t follow my own advice yesterday, I figure this is as good a day as any to start. So here, this is me starting in case you didn’t notice.
I’m testing out a theory that the longer you stop doing something for whatever reason, the less you are inclined to take it up again even when the reason is no longer relevant.
Take for instance my lack of new shoes. I haven’t bought shoes in like forever, and it used to be because I could not find any that suited my taste. But recently I have come across pretty decent shoes multiple times but find myself strangely reluctant to change the status quo. I seem to find myself making other excuses why I shouldn’t make the purchase. How weird is that? So yes, shoes for me has everything to do with blogging.
I guess it’s also going to be an exercise in mundanity, but one has to start somewhere.
Friday, July 06, 2007
I attended training at the parent company (hereinafter referred to as the ‘Mothership’) yesterday; a poorly executed endeavor to inculcate in us employees the ‘values’ of the company. In past dealings with the Mothership employees I can conclusively say that the trainer embodied all that is typical in the way their employees ‘work’. If anything the trainer taught us exactly what not to be; him. The lackadaisical attitude to sticking to the agenda, the frequent fixation with ‘makan’, dragging what might have effectively been conducted as a 2 hour talk into an entire day of loss productivity. As I told bran, I swear I came out dumber than when I went in.
Oh how he mangled the English language! I sat and cringed throughout. Even that would have been all right if he had a clue about what he was trying to teach us. But his examples were just as painful and revealed an uneasy mixture of biasness, discrimination and stupidity. I can’t imagine that they actually have an entire department dedicated to this foolishness. The intention may have been honourable but the execution is appalling.
I remember after my last project meeting at the Mothership, my colleagues said they were afraid that I might physically send some of their employees flying out the window. I apparently looked that scary. It’s true; I have very little patience with lazy, insipid people when it comes to work.
Anyway, am standing at the edge of a perfectly good weekend filled with torturing grown men (hur! hur!), good food, much drinking and the company of friends, escorted by the loveliest man ever. Yes, I have a wedding to attend. :)
Sunday, July 01, 2007
And surprise, surprise, he’s someone I keep bumping into. I came across this stranger’s blog not long ago, visit there occasionally then recently ran into him in my (our) office building. Now it seems the coy young lady he courts may live in the same condominium as I do. This does not make me a stalker, really!
It’s late Sunday night with a full week and weekend ahead. I am happy that the blues are kept easily at bay these days courtesy of loving arms to come home to at the end of each day.