I love to sing-a
About the moon-a and the June-a and the Spring-a.
I love to sing-a
About a sky of blue-a or a tea for two-a,
Anything-a with a swing-a to an I love you-a.
I love-a to, I love-a to sing!
Also, see here for grown ups a-dancing to sing-a
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
shut my ears
Blocked, if even for a moment
Life is not looking at its best right now. I've been working 3 weeks in a row late nights, no weekends and have forgo 2 public holidays. No taxi claim even for these neverending days and nights. Time off is promised, but no time to take them! Seriously though, one or two days off for 3 weeks is no compensation!
I'm straddling three offices and handling workload from all three sides -- the outgoing and incoming Presidents, and the Development office. Only in June I will officially go under the incoming President's office... but goodness knows work from other ends will still continue until the end of the year.
I don't have time to work out and if not my waistline, my paranoia is making me think that pounds are creeping up on me - again - from all this sitting around the desk. My housemate continues to be a horror, and it is going to take me all of 2 months to finish Jung Chang's Wild Swans. I'm going through career existentialism, personal ego bruise and bashing, and taking too long a break from seeing my friends... but frankly, not really wanting to see most people as well.
Sunday was a no work day (except for 2 hours in the evening). I sprang to the chance to scrub the toilet, mop floors and wipe the dust in the bedroom. The worst thing for a neat freak to come back to after a long day of work is a dusty and messy room. Horror housemate made it worst -- big tea spills in the kitchen and stains on the dining table. I prepared lunch and dinner too on Sunday and had a long shopping trip in the market, buying fresh fruits of the season. Naturally, by 7pm, I was exhausted and wanted to sleep.
But horror housemate had to have guests over for dinner. Panic one -- mess he will leave behind. Panic two -- loud, wall piercing voices in unrecognizable languages. I guess I have no right to stop him from bringing guests, but he could have not picked a better time. I struggled and tossed involuntarily as if I was having a nightmare... thankfully soon smothered by *Gallant's strong hug and strategically placed cheek over my ear blocking up the noise, and for a moment, all my worry in the world.
We must have stayed like that for an hour or two until the rowdy crowd left us to our peace. Sigh. What I will give to get peace like that again, for good.
Life is not looking at its best right now. I've been working 3 weeks in a row late nights, no weekends and have forgo 2 public holidays. No taxi claim even for these neverending days and nights. Time off is promised, but no time to take them! Seriously though, one or two days off for 3 weeks is no compensation!
I'm straddling three offices and handling workload from all three sides -- the outgoing and incoming Presidents, and the Development office. Only in June I will officially go under the incoming President's office... but goodness knows work from other ends will still continue until the end of the year.
I don't have time to work out and if not my waistline, my paranoia is making me think that pounds are creeping up on me - again - from all this sitting around the desk. My housemate continues to be a horror, and it is going to take me all of 2 months to finish Jung Chang's Wild Swans. I'm going through career existentialism, personal ego bruise and bashing, and taking too long a break from seeing my friends... but frankly, not really wanting to see most people as well.
Sunday was a no work day (except for 2 hours in the evening). I sprang to the chance to scrub the toilet, mop floors and wipe the dust in the bedroom. The worst thing for a neat freak to come back to after a long day of work is a dusty and messy room. Horror housemate made it worst -- big tea spills in the kitchen and stains on the dining table. I prepared lunch and dinner too on Sunday and had a long shopping trip in the market, buying fresh fruits of the season. Naturally, by 7pm, I was exhausted and wanted to sleep.
But horror housemate had to have guests over for dinner. Panic one -- mess he will leave behind. Panic two -- loud, wall piercing voices in unrecognizable languages. I guess I have no right to stop him from bringing guests, but he could have not picked a better time. I struggled and tossed involuntarily as if I was having a nightmare... thankfully soon smothered by *Gallant's strong hug and strategically placed cheek over my ear blocking up the noise, and for a moment, all my worry in the world.
We must have stayed like that for an hour or two until the rowdy crowd left us to our peace. Sigh. What I will give to get peace like that again, for good.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Tomorrow will be green
Tomorrow will be Green
Barely a week ago, it was the Myanmar floods and then the massive earthquakes in China. Hurricane Katrina, boxing day Indian Ocean tsunami and the Aceh tsunami are still fresh in our minds. One generation before us, calamities as massive as these would have spread throughout a lifetime, but now in much less than a decade.
Life expectancy was raised significantly through medical discoveries. Nonetheless I do think when time comes for the end of my generation, before we can test out the latest Parkinsons or cancer miracle cures, the sudden blow of death could be earthquake, hurricane, tsunami, landslide or maybe even suicide bomber.
At times like these, I wonder why I'm in the office at late hours when life truly calls for carpe-diem more than before. It also begs thoughts about doing more than just our bit with recycling, switching off lights and using less plastic bags to urging your company/university to go green and voting only politicians who are green (two extra notes: 1) *yay* for the US senate vote to stop filling oil reserves and 2) having said that, I still won't choose Al Gore).
Barely a week ago, it was the Myanmar floods and then the massive earthquakes in China. Hurricane Katrina, boxing day Indian Ocean tsunami and the Aceh tsunami are still fresh in our minds. One generation before us, calamities as massive as these would have spread throughout a lifetime, but now in much less than a decade.
Life expectancy was raised significantly through medical discoveries. Nonetheless I do think when time comes for the end of my generation, before we can test out the latest Parkinsons or cancer miracle cures, the sudden blow of death could be earthquake, hurricane, tsunami, landslide or maybe even suicide bomber.
At times like these, I wonder why I'm in the office at late hours when life truly calls for carpe-diem more than before. It also begs thoughts about doing more than just our bit with recycling, switching off lights and using less plastic bags to urging your company/university to go green and voting only politicians who are green (two extra notes: 1) *yay* for the US senate vote to stop filling oil reserves and 2) having said that, I still won't choose Al Gore).
Monday, May 05, 2008
I still have a crush
I Still Have that Crush!
I could not help checking out the breathtakingly tall, muscular and lean, grey streaked hair man at the checkout line.
He had the profile and a certain style that I have long adored in my choice of men. I thought to myself how rare men like these came along.
Turning around, it was my university professor looking right at me... dimpled eye, smiling and all. He still looks like Richard Gere... only maybe much better now. I had the biggest crush on him and years later I'm feeling wobbly in the knees again.
While I once made sure that I primmed and made proper myself before his every class and lecture, I was now with yesterday's unwashed hair, wrinkled clothing and work strained face.
We had a short but awkward conversation with me not knowing what to say and way to self conscious. That's a lesson to you all too ladies... always try to look your best at all times of the day.
I could not help checking out the breathtakingly tall, muscular and lean, grey streaked hair man at the checkout line.
He had the profile and a certain style that I have long adored in my choice of men. I thought to myself how rare men like these came along.
Turning around, it was my university professor looking right at me... dimpled eye, smiling and all. He still looks like Richard Gere... only maybe much better now. I had the biggest crush on him and years later I'm feeling wobbly in the knees again.
While I once made sure that I primmed and made proper myself before his every class and lecture, I was now with yesterday's unwashed hair, wrinkled clothing and work strained face.
We had a short but awkward conversation with me not knowing what to say and way to self conscious. That's a lesson to you all too ladies... always try to look your best at all times of the day.
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