The wake-up call

I realised that while I've been fanatically following the likes of several mainstream pop singers, I still need quality music to fall back on. All this time, I've been diverting too much attention to pretty faces and ignoring what I used to love so much.'Olia' woke me up.

Our many smiles

It's tragical when you can't control your emotions. My sudden outburst of protest at CD-RAMA Orchard was totally unpredictable and un-timely. It just erupted like froth by a drunkard's alcoholic reflex, totally out of control and certainly disgusting. I need to get a grip before I fall into that chasm.

Pushing that aside, I just got a huge dose of carbos and sinful food at Sakae Park Mall for tea. That was certainly my lunch and dinner for today. Guess the for next few days I will be a stringent diet of bread and bread and bread and... Met up again for another 'laughing session' (it's a staple in our meetings) and 'Thanksgiving' (Yan was the Santa Claus). It's a different experience everytime we meet, and we never have had nothing to talk about. Another 'vacation' is on the cards, and hopefully it'll be able to materialise very soon. That'll be another 'first time' on our list.

Irrepressible habit of thorough planning

I almost got dragged into a meeting which will take place tomorrow. Phew. Apparently I didn't expect myself to do more than just administrative stuff, so when I was asked to sit in, I reacted with such shock and disbelief that (I think) he decided to leave me out. I strongly believe that if I were to attend a meeting which I have absolutely no idea what those big bosses and executives are talking about, I would probably leave a really bad impression by dozing off. Hello, I'm supposed to be on leave tomorrow, so be thankful (really thankful, to add) that I'm willing to spend half a day here to clear up any backlog you had from the previous week. No meetings for me, period.

I could very well become a Personal Assistant of some sort or a wedding planner in the future, judging from the degree of fulfilment I derive from scheduling stuff and making sure that I've got all the itsy-bitsy details put into consideration. I wanna see things run well without hiccups and smile to myself. I'm no control freak, I just like a squeaky-clean way of running things without glitches. Only if I had managed my life the same way, though.

Nostalgia

I've become a nostalgic person of late, flipping through the aged pages of my past diaries (I've got close to 7 of those) and revisiting the history pages of blogs to revive those unforgettable (and forgettable) events I've gone through so far. Some tears, some laughter, bouts of anger, sprinkles of happiness, moments of madness… I'm glad they're all archived and always there for me to go through whenever I need a pick-me-up. The losses, the regrets… I've learnt to make every moment of my life worth it by loving someone everyday, be it my parents, friends, siblings, or that very special person, as well as doing the right things at the right time. Like what he said, "There are many people revolving in your life and it's hard to differentiate those who are truthful to you, but for a fact you do know that your family's still the ones who will never lie to you." Those golden whispers of wisdom.

I had a long dream last night, and it divulged a lot about my character which was unbeknownst, even to myself. For one, it showed that no matter how much I liked someone, I would never make it known to him, especially if someone else close to me harbours the same feelings towards him. I'm just a freaking git who doesn't know how to treasure my chances well enough. Also, I realised that I'm lacking people to hug in my life. When was the last time I hugged someone? A hug is a universal language of love, a gesture which says, "I appreciate you." It's more invaluable than anything else in the world. A person may lose his/her ability to see, hear, smell or taste, but the ability to give hugs will never be diminished. A lot of people hesitate when it comes to giving/receiving hugs, partially because of the bodily contact involved. Please, for heaven's sake, unless the other party has got some infectious disease, there is no excuse to reject a hug. The warmth involved is just the exact thing which matters most.

A tribute

My makeshift PSP (NX's) works wonders. It allows me to forget my jacket (which means that I'm probably going to freeze to death in the office today) and all those things which I'm supposed to do today (which includes ordering a new air-conditioner remote control and updating my bank book and paying Uni registration fees). But well, it's useful as long as it distracts me from those baby roaches which infest the bus I take to work every day.

My aunt's retiring today, after nearly 40 years in the teaching line. She really needs a HUGE break, as far as what I can see from her worked-up behaviour yesterday. She seemed a little reluctant to leave the school (because of her HUGE garden which those students are probably going to use as a dumping ground without her around), as it's conspicuous that she still has unfinished business to attend to, and loads of students she can't bear to leave. Seriously, after tangling in the apron strings of the education system for more than 10 years, I could finally overlook this entire situation from the perspective of a teacher. No matter how hard the educator might try to push his/her students to greater heights, there will be inevitable bugbears and barriers to overcome on the teacher's part. Students, colleagues and personal matters may collide and form a dead knot which cannot be undone. I have utmost admiration for my aunt, not just because she was adamant about her job and teaching style, but also because of her extraordinary ability to devote to educating her students over the years. It broke my heart countless times to watch her mark assignments and test papers until 2am in the morning but be of little help. The helplessness I felt must have also been what she had felt at times, when students refused to comply and when assignments were done haphazardly. She had given her heart and soul to the job, but what she got were misunderstanding students and tedious attempts to compromise. We, as students, should be ashamed of outselves. Ask ourselves, when was the last time we blamed a teacher for too much work? But alas, when was the last time we openly (or even silently) thanked our teacher? So who are our teachers to us? Are they someone we'll be entirely grateful towards all our lives, or are they just "the one who makes the tea"?