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| Alas, consistency is not me. I have not graced the board for about 5 months now...oh! Imagine the horror! It's not that I have grown out of my writing itch(es), I still have strong urges to leave a line or 2 every other day, but these strong urges come & go so fast most of the time U wouldn't even be able to complete saying "Coffee is Zen", it's already gone. Since I am mostly about work these days & I spend more time in the office than anywhere else, I thought 2 trivialities which took place in the office space today would be an apt way to start the blogging engine rolling again. 1) She Dreams. She (monologues): Isn't that J's boyfriend? Why is he with another girl?? I better check it out. She carefully follows the suspicious couple into the hotel lobby and stopped short of her own tracks when she found their trails leading to a particular hotel room, with the door left slightly ajar. Curious, she pushes the door cautiously to pry on the insides. An arm suddenly smoothly placed itself on her shoulder and at the very same moment, J appeared from nowhere and immediately misunderstood what appeared before her. J exclaims to her: How can U do this to me??? J turns and attempted to make a run, devastated & broken. She (running after J to explain): NoOOo! This is a mistake! I was trying to follow your boyfriend to find out if he is up to no good as I saw him with another woman checking into the hotel, but I was framed and what U saw was all contrived!! The 2 made up after some clearing the air and retraced their steps to continue their PI role. And then her Dream about me Ends. 2) He Mocks. I sent something out in the evening earlier today to him, absent-mindedly and carelessly, forgetting to amend certain portions of the email before doing so. Yes, I know I should have proof-read, but by 5PM, I couldn't even think straight anymore. The sentence went something like this "It will take X hours for him to travel as his current housing is X km away from his workplace." The X'es were meant to be over-written upon completion of some due diligence on research. Obviously, didn't happen. It wasn't consoling when my attempt at recalling the message didn't work too. He replied in red & italics: It will take X hours for him to travel....?? Me (shot him a deadly glare across the office) replied via email: Sssshhhh... Him: It will take me X dollars to sssshhh.. Me: *roaaarrrrr.* Him: The zoo is X km away from here. ....This calls for war. | | |
| Is it human nature to maintain contact with somebody you hardly see if only you have an agenda, or is it more like an Asian thing? I do feel abit weird if somebody whom I hardly know, attempts to maintain contact fervently. The effort feels a little too....erm deliberate. But normally, this category of people do so because they have something to ask of you. It is hardly due to 'voluntary' will or because they "want to". A very good example I can quote; was when I was still doing recruitment work. We used to joke amongst us colleagues; when you talk to new people at a party or an event, it is fun to see people's faces instantly brightening up when they hear what we did for a living. They will want to know the current job market, how much their accummulated experiences worth, which industry is thriving and interview tips etc. This is a steep contrast to the reaction people display towards individuals who are for instance, doing insurance, or direct sales for that matter. After these conniving and shallow people acquaintances found out that I have left the field, it is interesting to observe how short their attention on our conversation can become. Similarly, I am not that big on going to weddings when I barely know the bride and groom, because we rarely maintain contact. I do not relish the idea that I am invited to be a "space filler" or just to make the numbers. I am sure everybody knows how blah that feels. :/ | | |
| I happened to be sharing a casual incident which happened during a training today with a senior co-worker in office earlier on. In the course, I happened to mention another co-worker who created the incident, albeit unintentionally, who is endearingly known as B.I.G among my closer circle of friends, to this senior co-worker of mine. I swear, when I shared the story, I meant it as casual as I have imagined it to be. Apparently, some minutes after sharing the story, I received an internal call, with my Tao's name flashing on the caller ID. She had wanted me to share more about THE incident. Apparently, the trainer had approached my manager earlier to provide some feedbacks about the training and attendees. And even more apparently, the trainer didn't have much positive things to share about B.I.G and in fact, she raised some concerns about B.I.G's attitude during class. I tried to explain to Tao that the situation in class wasn't as bad as it sounds. It is not like I was trying to back B.I.G up (trust me, it really does me no good to do so) but at least, I didn't feel any intended animosity coming from B.I.G towards the trainer and I wanted to be honest about it, despite her notority. It could merely be a case of pure misunderstanding between them. I later found out that after receiving the negative feedbacks about B.I.G from the trainer, my Tao had approached this senior co-worker of mine, who just happened to be the receipient of my CASUAL story. No prize for getting this right, this senior co-worker of mine immediately shared my CASUAL story with my Tao, which of course, is the reason why I received the call from Tao after which. What started off as a very, very casual office conversation - with absolutely no malicious intent - somehow got thwarted in its transmission towards the receipient. Obviously, I cannot control how my message will be interpreted by the audience, but I thought the whole commotion was kinda uncalled for. Again, the situation has proven itself right again; I have really got to think thrice, before saying anything to anybody in the office, and this is exactly why we find ourselves in constant perils. I guess only those who are part of this schemingly contrived corporate world would understand what I am talking about. Facts can really be so distorted sometimes. | | |
| If I can get angry or irritated less, I would. I really, honestly, wholeheartedly would. No kidding. But sometimes, when you are angry, you are angry; when you are irritated, you are irritated. It is not like I wouldn't want an impeccable temper. But oops, welcome to reality. It is no easy feat trying to tolerate incessant, obnoxious snorings coming from a pig seated one row behind us, throughout the 2 hours show in the theatre. Or repeated crazy polyphonic ringtone every 10 minutes of the show. I might have been able to enjoy the movie just a little bit more - even though the show was pure crap - without these insensitive, inconsiderate bastards. What are they?? From another planet?? And I thought it would be a fresher idea to check out the new theatre at JE Entertainment Center, since they bothered to refurbish the down and out. Turns out down and out wasn't very much the past tense. The seats are small and have no head rest, and the space between the rows are pathetic & rather insignificant. The kind which makes you feel like your head's gonna get knee-ed by the person behind you if you lean a little backwards. It felt as if they transported the whole very, very old Lido theatre to the supposedly, very, very new Jurong theatre. Whoever designed the theatre ought to be shot. The only consolation was the cheaper popcorn and drink. Plus, coupled with a row of obnoxious, inconsiderate pigs seated behind us throughout the what-seemed-like-5 hours-show-but-in-fact-just-2, the experience was a complete nightmare. If I could just turn around and punch all the pigs, I would. Hence, when I said I wanted to move, I really, honestly, wholeheartedly, wanted to move that very instant. Not.15.minutes.later. | | |
| Zzz...i just "bao-ed" in MJ earlier today, so I am abit zzzzzzzz now. It's really not about the money. In total, I lost about 10 bucks, so it's really not that big a deal. I think it's the mere disbelief of how horrible my luck can be and has been this year. And of course, that sudden realization at the very moment - "Yes, it's you." - is really kinda shitty. Anyway, just on the Friday which just passed, another good demonstration of how bad my luck can be happened on my way home from work. I left office heading from the train station and about 5 minutes away, I decided to take a bus so that I can snooze on the bus for the journey, since you know, you can never win a battle against the very KS people on the train when there are so limited seats. En-route to the nearest bus stop, while waiting for the green man to flash (no pun intended) at the traffic light, I saw the bus I wanted to take, slowly taking off from the bus stop I was approaching. Thanks ah. -_- I could actually take the same bus opposite my office but because I changed my mind to take a bus on the way to the train station, I had to walk to the next bus stop with the same bus. If I had gone straight to the bus stop opposite my office, I would most likely have caught the bus. So Ok fine, I shall wait for the next one. After 1 mozzie bite and some 15 minutes of stuffy waiting at a very inconducive bus stop, I decided to give up waiting and walk back to the mrt station instead. I hate waiting. Given that I had ever waited about 30 minutes for that very same bus, I didn't want to waste another 15 minutes potentially. While en-route to the train station and crossing about 3/4 of the road at the very same traffic light, I suddenly spotted my bus appearing and approaching the bus stop. -_-''''''''''''''' By then it was already too late to head back. I could have detoured and dashed back towards the bus stop, but well, I didn't lah...very tak glam you know. PLUS, the bus which came was the "Fast Forward" version. Thanks leh, really. When I reached the train station, well well, no surprises, while making my way to the platform, I missed my train. I just saw it leaving. Moral of the story? I hate L-shape traffic light. | | |
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