Sunday, November 30, 2008

Collective Consciousness...

Did we lose one of our own?
Who's we?
If we weren't we, then there won't be an own.
Without an own, then collectively, there won't be a we.
Then perhaps, wihout a we to fight for, there will be an own to lose.
Photo from AP

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Relationships

I think we'd all have to agree that the closer we are to someone, the less guarded we are. Good or bad, these people closest to us tend to also get the privilege of seeing the best or the worst in us.

Case in point. Some days ago, this happened in our kitchen. Let's assume I was washing the dishes. The Big One comes in, tells me something and then suddenly lets out a winner - the father of all farts. The stink reaches his nostrils first. He grimaces, mumbles the obvious and then rushes himself out of the kitchen. A while later, he comes back, finds me still in the kitchen and asks me why I'm still there.

(a) I'm no longer impressed with his abilities; or
(b) I have my hands full.

Most likely (a).

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Baluku

Got head-butted by the four year old. Ouch! Need Zam-buk!

Bye Bye 2008

I can't wait for this year to just END. DIE. GO AWAY! Seriously, I rather have a full year to work with then trying to squeeze in another year's work within these last 6 weeks.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Managing

Think I must be one of those weirdos who actually enjoy the role of being a manager, that is to manage a team of people at work, and be totally and directly responsible for their work and career growth within the company. I must be mad too, because I really stand by being totally and directly responsible for their work and career growth within the company.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Marcus Aurelius - Meditations - Book Two

I want to cry reading it.

Some passages to share:

"... death and life, fame and ignominy, pain and pleasure, wealth and poverty - all these come to good and bad alike, but they are not in themselves either right or wrong: neither then are they inherent good or evil."

"What is death? Someone looking at death per se, and applying the analytical power of his mind to divest death of its associated images, will conclude then that it is noting more than a function of nature - and if anyone is frightened of a function of nature, he is a mere child. And death is not a function of nature, but also to her benefit."

"Even if you were destined to live three thousand years, or ten times that long, nevertheless remember that no one loses any life other than the one he lives, or lives any life other than the one he loses."

Meditations is the only book I have thus far been allowed to read aloud to the boy by the boy, after what he calls his '3 silly books'. He like the drone of it and it puts him to sleep. But today, with such new life breathing at my side, I find it extremely difficult to read about death.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Smart Alice


The vacuum people came to my office to-ay. One smart alice -eci-ed to vacuum her own keyboar-, resulting in the almost imme-iate lost of the "-" key cover. Even after emptying the -irt bag and re-istributing the -ust from half the office all over the site of -isaster, the -arn thing just couldn't be found. *ah-tisoosh!*

Saturday, November 08, 2008

From music to water movements

If there's nothing about violins recently, it's because we stopped and so from one thing to the next, we started him on swimming lessons today. In 40 minutes, he went from lesson one to lesson five. Who'd have thought that his movements on water are more musical than that on land?

Friday, November 07, 2008

How did I get to Friday..?

By not walking very much.

Thursday:

Home to carpark - 40 steps
Drop off the boy - 8 steps
Carpark to Office - 30 steps
(Lunch was brought to me)
Office to Carpark - 30 steps
Carpark to Mom's - 18 steps
Mom's to carpark - 18 steps
Carpark to Home - 25 steps ( I parked nearer to lift)

Argh!!!!!!!! This is not healthy.

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

I'm not Ready.

YY: I want to go to the toilet.
Me: Alright, call me when you're ready.
YY: When I'm ready?
Me: Yes, you can scream for me.
YY: So, I scream very loudy?
Me: Yes!
YY: Later I scream, "I'm READY!" very loudly then the people downstairs can hear me scream also and then they will think I'm Ready but my name is not Ready.

???

Sunday, November 02, 2008

Chance II

My dad rescued a few of those lottery tickets I bought... matched them and came back to announce my luck, "Lousy lar! At most 2 numbers and not even in the same row!" and then, he advises wisely, "Why don't you buy, then go to the counter and pick the numbers that are not on your ticket?" ... "and if you don't pick 40 onwards, that's 12 numbers less, more chance!"

Flashback... as a kid, he brings me to a betting counter in Siglap - numbers are handwritten on slips of cheap and thin light-brown colored paper with boxes printed on them. I pull down his hand while he's writing and insist that he writes down the 4 digits I have in my head, he says something like, "Hiyah! Stop, don't give me any more numbers! Waste money, all you numbers never open one!"

Hilarious! I guess some luck never changes.

Chance I here