Morrie revisited

There's quite a few points which I find very apt in the recent times that I found in Tuesdays with Morrie.

"Mitch, I don't allow myself any more self-pity than that. A little each morning, a few tears, and that's all."

Sometimes, the problem is living in your own little world. Everything revolves around me me me. Me life, me time, me sob sob, me poor thing. Surely life sux, but there are people out there who are worse off. People who sees that their life sux and learn and grow from it recovers. And people who merely live their worse off lives continue to have worse off lives.

And it never matters if you have set yourself to do the very best in everything you do, get the As, love the family, love the dog, love the man. Sometimes, things just don't work out. And when that happens, you ask yourself, what then?

So you go to your friends and ask them, what then? You ask:

"Shouldn't the world stop? Don't they know what has happened to me?"

Unfortunately, the world don't. The world changes. People changes. People never remain the same for you.

It's not easy to get out of the little world and realise that you're not alone in this. In your little world, you are the only person who suffers so bad so bad. But the harsh truth is in many cases,

Who cares?

But I do. Otherwise I wouldn't have bothered with this post.

I'm sick and tired of blowing my hair to no avail to make it look straight enough for THAT look. And it must be killing them softly.

So, hold your breathe for this man..

I'm going to rebond the hair. Don't know where, don't know when.

Let's just hope I wun live a life of regret if my hair turns out so flat and so stuck onto my head that my ears sticks out.

Saturday Wednesday Night Fever

It's been donkey elephant giraffe years since we did the boogie boogie. After listening to all the retro mp3s in the office, I decided:

Let's go MAMBO!

Who wants to join (or watch and laugh at) me on the platform doing all the stupid moves in my polka dots skirt and thick hair band?

P.S. It's ladies night lah! Free leh!

It suddenly dawn on me that despite the woes of the Third World, of famine and over population and pollution, the world is indeed a very beautiful place, because we exist simultaneously in different time zones, right now, and such happens not just across different countries, but across different provinces.

Take India, or Thailand. Look at their pseuydo-Silicon Valley high techology vs. the villages. Or just cities and villages. It's so beautiful. No time travel machine is required. An hour bus ride from Bangkok to Ayuthaya and you have travelled 20 years into the past, where children did not bother about PS2, women are not anorexic, and you farm to earn a living.

And honestly, who can decide, who leads a better life? Do we feel sorry for the people we claim backdated? Because of their lack of technological advancements which, while makes our lives better, sometimes argubly necessary evil (as per General Paper in A levels).

Singaporeans and their ang moh standard.

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What a week

You know, I really admire party animals. Not for how much they can party, that's easy. But how they can party so much and go to work and perform at work with like 2 hours of sleep.

Of course, i bankers will tell me, c'mon man, I sleep 2 hours too.

Imagine, having 4 hours of sleep after all the food and drinks and K-ing, followed by a breakfast presentation and kick boxing session at Shangri-La the next morning. And I had to attend Jamie's party at night. It's really not funny. I cannot man. I fell dead on the bed the moment I reached home.

What that was started as a pre party short nap turned into a 5 hour long sleep, deaf to all phone calls ringing and ringing. And hence I missed the party.

Which is actually fine by me considering the number of drinks I took yesterday. Even the Boss had the shivers when he saw the black label.

But it was a great week, great fun. And I like what I'm doing, well, so far.

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Okay I'm going to start another attempt at Dieting again. Apparently when the man's not around I can shed a few pounds. No late night plaster, mee gorengs and teh c peng, plus because he is so lazy and always lurking at my place, I hardly am ever driven to get my arse out of the house to the tracks. So taking this chance, here I am at it again.

This time, I'm even trying to psych my poor colleague to join me.

It is call:

Operation Lose 5 kg in 2 months.

At least it's realistic la hor. Plus our corporate invitation from Cali Fitness, we get to go to the gym 10 times this month!

Anyway I guess (maybe wistfully) there should be people who are interested in how I am getting along at work. Well things are looking up even though I have spent half a month doing technically nothing but learning a little more about my job and playing a lot of games. I started to wonder why am I doing nothing. Is it because of ISO standard to train us for 1 month, or because we don't have our name cards yet?

But I'm enjoying it so far (dah!) except that it is 1. making me stupidier by day, 2. sometimes so sian I just irritate whoever who is online on my msn. But I'm not exactly complaining - I'm paid! Besides, this is only the beginning, once I start going out to create waves, I might be missing this period of my life.

The people are nice too. But can anyone expect anything less when there are 4 SMU students around? Kakakaka. And I have be crowned Miss Goody Two Many many shoes.

To a skinnier tommorrow! (Not after the Department buffet dinner on Thursday of course!)

I thought my Commencement will end with a blast. Like if there isn't anything physically whambamslam, perhaps in my heart at least. Okay when he announced that my degree is conferred, there was a tiny electric current that ran through. Like yes, this is it. But it was really like a lidat loh. Even my throwing the mortar board dream is kinda blah. (We must still do the Sentosa thing ok!)

I cannot understand why people are so skeptical when I say that my ultimate goal is to become an academic. And when I say it is because I want to teach in the university, 8 out of 10 will say

Go NIE lah, teach Primary school kids, they very cute what

Yes they are. And no offence, but it is SO different. Why is there always the association? Why can't anyone just said oh really, that's nice. So by when would you hope to achieve the aim? Or just, well, good luck!

Goals are what that keeps people alive. I feel glad that at least I have a goal of some sort, with a lot of difficulty, but at least some intelligence. Imagine people saying, I wish I will stay healthy and happy forever. Or even worse, I wish I will not grow fat.

A very depressing entry

The MacDonald's ad was right. Pay comes quick, goes quick too.

A quick calculation tells me why

Fixed expenses
$500 - to be saved a month (which is what this magazine told me, pay * age)
$400 - transport (i'm on the go)
$65 - Phone bill
$100 - tuition loan (you know how long it's gonna take me to pay the whole freaking amount up!)

Total: $1065

Variable expenses
$132 - lunch on weekdays (and that is only counting $6 per meal, highly impossible)
$150 - dinner on weekdays ($10 * 15 days - cos some days I'd go straight home, but unlikely too)
$300 - Weekends (a very modest $75 for Saturday + Sunday!)

Total: $582

On top of that, I have to work out an amount to give my parents ($200? $300?) and pay for my gym membership which I have no idea how much it is yet. And my shopping? Where is my shopping expenses!! I can't buy nothing if I have $75 to eat and party and shop?!?!? for the weekend!

So tell me, what's the point of working? So when will I be able to afford all the Ferragamo shoes and Gucci bags? (Not that I want them that badly also lah) Sigh.

And I haven't even go into the rat race and chase the cars and the apartments. How to?

That man and his past

Update: Okay Charles, I've done my part to humour you. I cannot bear to remove it though.

If I start ranting about it, it will only reduce myself to that level.

True enough, when a breakup occurs, and a new relationship happens, you will be rather wary of that X character in his/ her life. Afterall, they may have spent a few years, happy or not, together.

But what are you allowed to do? Well, perhaps prevent him from meeting her, or even forcing him to completely lose contact with her. And on top of that, nag non stop at home and make faces or be angry for no reason when that sacred name is used.

But using your "higher management" power (as a temp staff) to not let her get any assignments is waay stupid. Childish too. Honestly I might do that too, if and only if she pestered my baby, or cling on to the past, or well, simply got on my nerves. But what if you have never even met her or talk to her? But you just know that he used to be with her. And you don't get to keep him because you cmi, and it's not even her fault.

Immaturity is not a crime. It's a folly that everyone's guilty of once twice or many times in their lives. Imagine hearing someone say things like I'd make sure she don't get any assignments, hmpf! And when asked why, says erm... cos I don't like her face!

Familar hur hur.

Too bad girly, I don't depend my livelihood on your zoo outing. I never needed the assignments even before that. Now even more. I have my own full time job now, and I even feel happy for the man, who has long dumped you, and it is not for your pink furry handbag. And I even feel sorry for you, and your sad sad life.

(Because I read so much XX's blog, I can even visualise what she'd do, put a picture of that girl and bloat her up with her powerful photoshop skills. Heh heh)