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?