Lunching out

A box of salad got me and Fay a free game of pool and very yummy sandwiches. Apparently, Mr. Dave couldn't keep his hands off my lunch, so I got all thick-skinned and requested for free lunch in return. *Claps* How shameless can I get? Fay was in her usual "anything" mode, so I dragged her out of the office as well (Hello?! You need some fresh air to keep sane in such a freezing environment!) God knows lunch turned into a session of pool. Bleah. I've had a game or two of that in the past, but the testerone-charged pool center was intimidating. Fay's debut on the green velvet turned out impressive, beating me to the last 2 balls (plus an 'own goal'). An hour got the 2 guys 5 rounds, but it got us only 1 round (plus many rounds round the table), owing to our out-of-this-world skills. *Chokes*

*half an hour later*After conveying Fay's comment that Dave's like a Dad to me, that nutcase spent the next 3 hours trying to coax me into calling him 'Ah Pa'. (weak smile) Thanks, but no thanks. I give him the due respect I have for people his age, but I do banter alot with these lovely colleagues of mine like they're family.

The crux of staying sane

Shopping trips always have to interrupted by the natural elements, in my opinion. I could have jolly well left the office earlier by 5 minutes to dodge the sickening downpour, but my biological clock was jammed at the 'workaholic' mode. 5 minutes... *Sigh*

The main point was the shopping, although we spent alot of time deciding if we should enter a particular shop. We haven't developed the keen sense of interpersonal intuition, apparently. The damage I did was mediocre, as compared to my other shopping trips, with just a crucial pair of very pretty sandals for work and nail polish in a very yummy hue of luscious orange. I'm totally dying to try this colour out on my toes, but they're currently donning the baby blue with flowers, so orange will have to K.I.V.

We still have the very obscene habit of repetition, which is totally getting on my nerves although I'm totally enjoying the feeling of getting on others' nerves. *Evil laughter* And it dawned upon me that the 'bok' segment of our conversation was totally retarded. I don't know why I came up with it. And while I'm still wading on the surface of everything, I'm also trying to delve deeper into everyone's habitual life and develop closer bonds with everyone.

Chipped

Important lesson of the day: Never attempt to strum the guitar for more than an hour if you've got brittle nails.

This popped up in my head during lunchtime, when I happened to want to sweep my fringe from my eye. The stinging sensation prompted me to examine my right index finger. *Gasp* My nail has chipped. Shucks. In future, I shall not be overzealous when it comes to such stuff. After all, I haven't got the habit of playing the guitar for longer than an hour (other than during my lessons in the past), so being overly enthusiastic when trying to master a musical piece can prove malignant to my fingers... and nails.

Night Air

Night Air - Teddy Geiger


The night air breathes
But not so easy as before
Did you notice
Did you take the time to listen
To my breath or to my words
When I spoke I explained my feelings
And my reasons for the way I love you
I'm getting to the point

And I feel like I do
Even more now that I'm leaving
Well, I feel just like I do when I'm with you

And she's so sweet and
I'm leaving thinkin
How I'm barely breathin'
Notice how your every look gives me tingles
And I wonder if your listening to what I'm thinking
We won't fade away

And I feel like
I do even more now that I'm leaving
Well, I feel just like I do when I'm with you
And I feel like I do even more now that
I'm leaving you, I'm leaving you
So what am I to do
My feelings have not fallen away
Your my every thought yeah
Everything will go on it's own way
Everything is ok we can try to make it
Everything will go, it's all right baby
It's all right baby, its all right baby girl
My feelings have not passed away
You're my every thought here, everything will

It made me go 'haiz......'.
Beautiful song from a pretty guy.

Figuring it all out

I sure lack understanding of the various personalities revolving around my life. It seems as though the gap between hasn't been bridged; it's all a mirage. Oh great. So I spent half of my life so far trying to figure one person out and I end up slapping myself in the face because I haven't exactly moved from that spot. Should I try to delve deeper? I guess wading at the top of the pond would be much better.At least I can breathe.

Pizza hearts

"When the going gets tough, the tough gets going."

I pretty much milked every ounce of energy in my tired body for whatever it's worth. Work's a killer (like it has always been), and this huge bout of killer headache just had to hit me during dinner with my JC friends. How appropriate. Ducky'd rather spend her mealtime observing the indian exchange students horsing around in the restaurant than to pay attention to her black pepper spagetti, while I was lamenting about how people have NEVER initiated to give me a massage. Apparently, I had always been the one to give people massages whenever they feel bogged down by schoolwork and stuff. Oh well, it seldom pays to be kind. And CT was conscientious enough to compile her precious photos into an album. I probably wouldn't have half the amount of patience. Dessert was a sinful reward for half a week's worth of heard work slogging my guts out in the office, although I would have felt much better if they had fruits instead.Then I probably wouldn't feel as guilty as I'm feeling now.

The resounding echoes

The repeated slaps of the guitar swayed my impression of the song. I never thought that a simple set of lyrics blanched with the chords from an acoustic guitar could sound so comforting to the ear. It sucks when you listen to a fusion of various instruments coaxed unconditionally into a musical piece and hear them rattle individually like a bunch of rowdy kids; they fail to impress. But that angelic voice and that angelic acoustic just blows me away.

Volatility of my mood

It's one of my countless mood swing moments this morning. I woke up a grouchy person, popped onto the bus to work feeling pretty emotionless and swung open the office door a pissed off person. I need to work on that anger management folio.

After 10am, my mood took a dip after reading some tragical story and felt utterly like sh*t. Oh well.

Coffee did me good after 10.30am. Alright, that does it. I'm going to marry Coffee.Haha.

I learnt

I screwed up at work once again, for the umpteenth time this month. Thank God, miracles choose to beset themselves on me. But this past month has taught me more that I could have ever expected to acquire during my stint here.

I learnt about patience. It's not just about the wait. It's about learning to keep yourself sane in a spasmodically moving working pace, keeping your cool while having someone holler at you over the phone and learning how to say 'no' when the time comes.

I learnt about the benefits of humour. I could never have survived through all those bouts of mad rush every morning if not for my ol' so lovely colleagues and the insanely hilarious jokes they crack to lighten up the atmosphere whenever they sense a storm brewing. I will miss those mornings once I start school. *Sigh*

I learnt to appreciate. Everything. I learnt to say "Morning!" in a cheery mood even though I might be sulking deep down inside, just to start the day right. I learnt to say "Thank you!" with my heart, because I really mean it. I learnt to take breaks, because that's the very thing that drives me on. I learnt to joke, even though I could be the butt of the joke. I learnt to take in the aroma of coffee, even though it might be laced with cigarette smoke. I learnt to accept people with short-comings.

I learnt to take things easy, even when people try to put me in a spot. I learnt to calm those irate voices with silence and speak with authority to ensure them that the situation's in good hands.

I learnt to blush.

Sensitivity

"Julie, does your boyfriend smoke ah?"

In the midst of all the confusion and havoc in this cosy little haven tucked away in a small corner in the office, my colleague just gave me a little extra stuff to think about.

"Aiyo, I have no boyfriend..."
"Aiyo sollie sollie..."

He meant "sorry". I forgive him.

You know how it sucks when such questions pop up from nowhere and jolt you out of the daze of normalcy. So, am I supposed to have someone else in my life?

And although smokers irk me to the point of little redemption, but people will change. Will you?

Random... Really random

Call me mad, but I'm carefully cultivating my calluses. It takes alot of sacrifices to do something I love really well, so even if playing the guitar is going to give me calluses and disfigure my hands, I'm going to give it my all. Ooh, that rush of bubbles and little hearts to the epitome of my brain is making me go all pink!

Sometimes it takes alot to rip your heart wide open and expose that raw side of you to people. No everyone favours that side of yours, and that's the downside of trying to be true to those around you.

Your last smile

That shy boy.
That smile which was etched on his face and now in my mind.
That limp handshake which I took into my own hands.
That very cute reply.
That voice which mesmorised me.

The big fat brown envelope

3rd of May 2007.

I'm officially an undergraduate.

But the unfulfiled wish to have both universities accept me is still lingering in my mind. Perhaps I'll just wait for another 2 weeks to see if another envelope will find its way into my mailbox.

Just another 2 weeks.

Thanks for the truth

You know how excruciating it is to have to wait for so long, get rebutted for not being understanding and have the ugly truth sploshed in your face like a bucketful of ice cubes. That was what I got, and I'm utterly unappreciative of such egoistic behaviour. But on the account that we've been classmates and (good) friends for so long, I'll forgive you for whatever misconception you have of me. I'm a girl, and I appreciate it when people actually listen to me. If you decide to shut yourself out of my life (or the other way round), there's absolutely nothing I can do, and will do. But I treasured every single moment of friendship with you and hopefully the kind of platonic friendship we had forged in the past will continue its run in our life theatre.

But thanks for everything, all in all.

Genting trip 29/4 - 1/5

I had the extremely unrealistic urge to attempt to bring back with me a part of the clouds from the highlands of Genting in a bottle, but it came across as a mission-impossible idea, so all I brought back are memories, food and even more precious memories. Hmmm, shall I start to do my Math?

1.The number of times we tried the Space Shot. The hesitation to play the game started to linger from afternoon onwards, where I caught the screams from this station at the Outdoor Theme Park. It sounds like an asylum resident’s idea to get yourself strapped to a chair, raised 10 storeys above ground level and into the clouds, and get the hell ride of your life as you drop without warning from up there. The feeling of insecurity hovers above your head the entire time, despite the presence of a harness and, well, a harness. Everyone became equal at that point of time and place. If it isn’t wrecked by multiple plays the next time I set foot on Genting, it’ll definitely be a must-try.

2.The number of nights we spent there. This memory of our first overseas trip together will forever be etched in my mind. How many times in your lifetime can you get the opportunity to travel out of the country with your bunch of Besties? It’s another first time on our list.

3.The number of bruises I’m currently nursing from the multiple times we spent at the Bumper Cars. And mysteriously, all of them take the shape of Mickey Mouse. Also the number of hours we spent singing karaoke. I would probably head to Genting whenever I feel the urge to sing if I had the means to do so. RM 18 for 3 hours of singing, lovely lunch, a bunch of cute waiters popping in every now and then and a huge room was totally worth the while. The only downside would be the lack of recent songs.

4.The 4 of us. My life just became more meaningful with my Besties around, and this trip was no exception.

6.The total number of hours I slept during this 3D-2N trip, maybe slightly more. It’d be a huge waste to spend the entire night sleeping when we could use this time for doing obscenely childish stuff like asking questions and deriving the answers from poker cards. We did just that last night, and we had more than just a couple of good laughs, denial, disbelief and agreement.

Alright, I’m freaking shagged at this point of time, so if I happen to remember more stuff (despite hitting my head once at the monorail station and thrice on the tour bus), I’ll probably put it in my next entry.