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We’ve finally made it to the last day of work before the New Year’s.
The pictures all look so pretty when everyone’s dressed up for the occasion.
I can’t wait to just sit back. Mingle. Chat. Do whatever I want without having to worry about work the next day.
And to parade around in new clothes. New shoes. Watch tv all day! Woohoo.
This song is beautiful, when you’ve got someone singing it for you 
If the road I travel goes bad
If the life I live becomes the life I had
I close my eyes and I dream
Of my butterfly coming down to rescue me
She’s my butterfly
Yeah she’s my butterfly
If the wind that guides you pulls you away
If the woods that love you ever ask you to stay
I still close my eyes and I dream
Of my butterfly coming back to rescue me
She’s my butterfly
Yeah she’s my butterfly
Don’t you know that she’s my butterfly
I said she’s my butterfly
She’s my butterfly
Yeah she’s my butterfly
She’s my butterfly
Butterfly
Butter up this holiday. Spend time talking with your loved ones. Forget about resolutions. Just make it happen this time.
It’s only 11. But I’m already at next week. Happy Chinese New Year!
Time waster 101: Questions, questions and more questions to fill up the spaces with!
(I’m imagining that a genie that I’ve just let out of the bottle is asking me these questions in order to find out how many wishes I deserve to get)
1. If you could build a house anywhere in the world where would it be?
I’d built it at a place that’s accessible to all those whom I love.
Okay fine, I know I haven’t given much thought to this before.
2. What is your favourite article of clothing?
A racer-back T. Except when there’s no access to a shaver.
3. What is your favourite physical feature of the opposite sex?
Who can resist six-packs?
4. What’s the last CD that you bought?
I think it was V Carlton’s new one, which I haven’t listened to since the first time I placed it into my CD player.
5. Where are your favourite places to be?
A wonderland on the beach. Ferris wheels, candy floss and stuff.
6. Where’s your least favourite place to be?
The hospital. The departure hall of the airport. The client’s conference room.
7. Where’s your favourite place to be massaged?
I’d like to see if massaging my head can produce an orgasmic effect.
8. What’s most important to be strong in mind or strong in body?
Well, I know that Moose has a strong body. But his girlfriend is always going out with whoever that asks her out even though she knows her boyfriend has a violent temper. How annoying is that? Out of the topic I know, but anyways…
9. What time do you wake up in the morning?
For work, I’d say 7.40am.
For leisure, I’d try to make it in time for lunch.
10. What’s your favourite kitchen appliance?
A spoon for taste-testing!
11. What makes you really angry?
When I get accused for something that I didn’t do. But I can’t defend myself, because the other party just won’t listen. And when they are rude!
12. If you could play any instrument what would it be?
An uillean pipe.
13. What is your favourite colour?
Now it’s turquoise.
14. Which do you prefer – sports car or SUV?
Which one is auto?
15. Do you believe in the afterlife?
Yeah, they’re all around us everyday. No wait, that’s the living dead.
Yup, I do believe in the afterlife. That’s why I pray every night.
16. Favourite children’s book?
From The Big Little Golden Book series – Little Sister.
17. What is your favourite season?
Holiday. Heh.
18. What is your least favourite household chore?
Picking up after my sister.
19. If you could have one super power what would it be?
I’d like to be a healer of sorts. The greatest thing, is to take away pain from this world.
20 Do you have a tattoo?
Not yet
21. Can you juggle?
I’m not even good at time management.
22. The one person from your past who you wish you could go back and talk to?
My best friend in Primary 5 & 6.
23. What’s your favourite day?
Any day that I can be happy in.
25. Which do you prefer, sushi or hamburger?
I’d never pass on sushi. Unless I eat it for a living.
Current Music: Angel by F4. Imagine that!
So Mr Genie G, do I get at least one wish?
Someday we will meet again.
She’ll be walking down the street.
I’ll be saying hello.
We’ll hug.
Exchange namecards, maybe.
Then we’ll turn around, and walk away.
This is how people come and go in our lives.
All I’m hoping for, is that my friends would not just walk away like that.
We shouldn’t be in a hurry.
After all, life will wait for us.
I’ve seen many faces in many new places. Just this year alone, I’ve stumbled upon those that I haven’t seen in 2 million light years and beyond.
It’s nice to be able to see how they’ve not changed. I feel like we still have a connection. A past that we shared.
I always find it surprising when they still recognise me. I already don’t wear the same clothes. Blonde is no longer my hair.
I feel that I’ve changed tremendously.
Or perhaps, I still look the same.
It’s the inner me that has changed. The trials and tribulations that I’ve waded through.
All the tears the nights have met. Those my eye lashes swept.
Emotionless and yet, full of the good ones.
After so many years, I’m more human now than I’ve ever been.
Everything is so fragile.
Friendships.
Parents.
Love.
Life.
I’d rather say I’m sorry and hear you say “Well you should be.” than kick myself later for wasting a Sunday on pride.
If everyone learnt to say sorry and meant it, perhaps the world wouldn’t have to be lonely. Anger will not last till tomorrow. Nothing would amount to violence. The future would not have the word ‘war’ in the dictionaries.
On a brighter note, CNY seems to be overshadowing Valentine’s this year.
No fancy gift bags in MPH.
Cards galore. But who needs more cards?
Lanterns big and small are everywhere.
And I’m just getting ready to wear my new clothes. Heh.
The nicest thing about celebrations is that it’s ok to be ‘in the holiday mood’ 24/7.
It’s ok to blog all day about the things you can do on your break.
It’s ok to sit around and peel oranges in bright daylight. And taste them too.
It’s ok to waste money on decorations. Because first impressions are important. One can see right through your wallet by the ang pows you use to clip on the lime tree. Nah. They’ll just judge you according to the ang pow brand you slip into their palms. Mass produced reddies are never nearly as exciting.
It’s ok to splurge on new clothes. Because like said statement above, you’ve gotta look good at least for one day in the whole year. For once, you might consider on buying something in red. Even if you don’t wear it on any other day, you could still recycle it on CNY 3 years down the road.
If you’ve never heard this song, at least hear me out. This is the best solution to making everyone feel as sleepy as you do on a lazy Monday afternoon.
Moon River
Wider than a mile
I’m crossing you in style some day
Oh, dream maker
You heart breaker
Wherever you’re going I’m going your way
Two drifters off to see the world
There’s such a lot of world to see
We’re after the same rainbow’s end
Waiting ’round the bend
My huckleberry friend
Moon River and me.
This Emi Fujita version is my favourite so far. Listening to this on a music box is even dreamier. As the notes clink on a dreamland of its own.
The harp is surely the most angelic musical instrument there is. In shape and tune. I don’t think I’ve really heard one upclose. But it’s funny, how they name the gifted soul toucher a “harpist”. Like its merely another person whom you should throw in jails. Heh.
If you’re bored, but don’t feel like listening to him talk, you can always turn to iTunes.
And see what they’ve got to say.
Maybe, just maybe, you’ll hear what you didn’t yesterday.
I never thought that this day would come so soon.
She is leaving only tomorrow, but I already miss her.
And right now, right at this moment, this song hits me.
And her eyes are like skies that will rain
But there’s work to be done
And she does not complain
Her children are so far away
I heard you crying
I heard you pray
Now you must go
And it’s so hard to say
Goodbye, Carmen
Thank you for staying with us for a while
(With your pretty smile)
And someday you’ll get home again
Goodbye, Carmen
Hasta manana or who knows when
(It all depends)
Goodbye…
We’re convinced our intentions are good
But we live in this world often misunderstood
Can you feel it? (Uh-huh)
I can feel it
And no one seems to care much
And it’s so hard to say
Goodbye, Carmen
Thank you for staying with us for a while
(With your pretty smile)
And someday you’ll get home again
Goodbye, Carmen
Hasta manana or who knows when
(It all depends)
Goodbye…
Carmen…careful what you do
Be careful what you see, Carmen
I will always be with you
Turn around but she’s lost in the sun
There was so much to say
But she’s already gone, so
Thank you Carmen
Don’t be afraid this is not the end
So rest your head
I hope someday we will meet again
Goodbye, Carmen
Hasta manana or never again
But you’re my friend Carmen
Goodbye…Goodbye…Goodbye…
Goodbye Carmen.Wilson Philips*
It was a special friendship we had. Nobody else like her, saying the things she did.
One of the many things I like is how we shared a love for movies that nobody ever heard about.
There’s no one else that I can discuss Clockwork Orange madness with. Or interpret Donnie Darko the way that I did.
I remember I couldn’t believe my luck when we scored the same flat. The best time I had then, was those shared with her.
Many may say that we have an unusual friendship. Because the people she hung out with aren’t usually like me. Or rather, the friends I hang out with rarely possess the qualities she had.
She’s special to everyone she meets.
I also remember that almost every guy would hit on her whenever we went grocery shopping. Although they were older guys. And foreign too.
And how the friendliest person can be unfriendly at the wrong time and place.
I still smile when I think of how she ignored my friends over dim sum in Chinatown, just because she was in a bad mood.
Although they ignored her too, with their 24/7/4 seasons Chinese dialects over cheese baked crab and shiu mai fritters.
We would make trips to splurge every other weekend. On clothes that I haven’t worn once since we returned. It was Harbour Town this Saturday. The city next Sunday.
Before we knew it, we had jumped on board back to where we came from.
My heart is heavy.
And I know it’s because she’s leaving.
A year is short.
But without her, it will be a long one.
“Will you have forgotten about me at the end of the year?”
Of course I won’t.
Who else will laugh with me then?
I had quite a lovely dream last night.
She told me that she has decided to do all the work for me. Insisted, that she take over. That she was sorry about the things she said yesterday.
Bliss, I tell ya, if that happened in reality.
Maybe the new bed’s working its charm.
It was one of the shorter snoozes, but it felt beautiful.
For the first time, since very long ago, I was able to wake up without knowing my true age.
If you had one wish, would you use it for the world?
Or keep it to yourself?
Would it do the world any good, with just one wish?
Are wishes only useful when they are specific?
What about generic ones?
For the family to be happy and stuff.
Do we really have to define happiness?
Does one wish only apply to one person?
Perhaps wishes are special because they don’t come by often. That’s why the genie gets mad when you go greedy on him. Some people don’t even get one. And yet, you’re wishing for a million more.
Can one wish change my life?
If everyone had one wish, could we work together to make this a better place?
What would the selfish people wish for?
Can good cancel evil out?
When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you
If your heart is in your dreams
No request is to extreme
When you wish upon a star
As dreamers do
Fate is kind
She brings to those who love
As sweet fullfillment of their secret drowns
Like a boat out of the blue
Fate steps in and sees you through
When you wish upon a star.
Valentine’s Day is just around the corner. For all those who’ve found that special someone, I wish that the day would bring you greater joy for the many years of coupledom you have in front of you.
May you see the light in your lover’s eyes and treasure it like a burning candle that will eventually die.
May you give gifts from your heart, without thinking about competition, obligation and malice.
If you have no money to spare, I pray that your lover can cook. Or am willing to dine in.
But if V day just reminds you of how lonely you are, then I hope that you have friends who are single too. At least then, you can have chocolates together.
Or better yet, I hope that your special someone will find you on this special day. And tell you how he’s always loved you from the start.
When nothing comes for free, I hope love will on this 14th of February 2007.
The one thing we have in common with the people of the world?
Our ability to give love to those that believe in it.
May love find you always.
Something in your post touched my heart.
You said “If I never said hello, then maybe I never have to say goodbye.”
I know what you mean.
I’ve felt this way before. Having met some people once. Wishing that they’d think of me as much as I do them.
Maybe I’m just one insignificant speck in their lives. One lonely dust waving in the wind. Just happened to brush the side of their cheek. Of which, they would brush away without care.
Just dust, after all. Nobody cares about dust but dusts.
Although we are all dusts in this game we play. Our paths cross. People sweeping us away. Letting the wind take control. Making a home out of the dumpster.
I guess this is how others feel, when we do the same to them. When we only want to see this person once, and know that you’ll never want to see them again. Or hear from them. Ah. Good ol’ Karma.
I don’t know if it’s just me, but I don’t find it interesting to look through someone else’s photo album. Especially if it is of their trip to Paris, Germany, etc. Those normal photos, they kinda bore me I suppose. It’s like I don’t know what I’m looking for when I’m viewing them.
Artsy pics, those are different. There’s something to be discerned at every corner. The light. The dark. The high. The higher.
So I always find it more of an obligation than interest when I visit the homes of people who flip out their photo albums of family reunion dinners, surprise celebrations, etc.
If the pictures had people in them that I knew, that would be different. If I might have a slight chance of being in them, even better.
Maybe I’m just vain. Or maybe I just like to see what I really look like, when others look at me. To reassure myself that no, I’m not just dust. I’m more than something that the broom loves.
The few times I’ve had the honour to look through a family photo album, I find it even harder to do so when the owner is sitting right next to me. Which means that I can’t flip over the pictures too quickly. That I would have to leave a comment (compliment) on each and every one. And which each comment, my facial expression would have to act accordingly. Such a difficult task, I tell ya.
Sometimes I wonder, what I’m truly interested in.
No, I’m not really interested in what you do for a living. When you try to explain that you service clients out of working hours and that’s why you know this place has good drinks because you come here all the time.
No, I’m not really interested in trying to explain what I do for a living, because you don’t know what “copy” is in the first place. Or that you need me to repeat my company’s name twice, because it’s not a common word heard.
No, I’m not really interested to tell you what I do in my free time because there’s so much that I can’t just put into words. That’s why I always stutter to think of an answer.
I fill up my time with spaces. But I just can’t seem to explain what I do.
It’s always hard the first time around meeting strangers. When they join your table and expect you to start talking to them.
Actually, I think I’m the only one taking all the initiative to start a conversation.
I’m the only one trying to ‘bond’, when they just want some beer.
Although this is just one way of looking at life.
It’s sore down my throat. That’s when all the cravings decide to kick in.
Chocolates.
Cookies.
Candies.
With CNY just around the corner, I have no choice but not to take advantage of an MC.
Not that I have one.
Just that if I were to get one would mean that the soreness has grown into a party that involves my nose and head.
Which means no tasty free tid bits from strange homes.
Although I might be wearing a beautiful new dress then.
MIGHT.
Something I have yet to decide. Since I’m not sure if size 4 will fit me better. 150 – 170 bucks for a dress! It’s been a while since I’ve splurged on clothes though.
And mother says its a-okay to spend.
Once in a while.
Chinese New Year after all.
So we’ll see.
If fate will have its way, I’ll be happier with a hole in my pocket.
At least I’ll have a decent dress to cover it up with.
Unproductivity. A state of mind too common for people in the workforce. I can’t remember having occasions like this in 1998. Perhaps then, I had reference books that told me I had to finish reading page 356, or I’d fail.
Now, there’s just a job requisition in front of me. Not a full brief, mind you. Just a job req that tells you that you have to do this, this, and this in like the least amount of time possible. No, wait a minute. This job req is not even up to date. How am I supposed to start working on something, if the person responsible for this job in the first place is not doing his job? Someone has got to start the ball rolling. No ball in this world, rolls without a push.
I never knew myself to be lazy, until this year. Influence is a dangerous thing. It’s like, there’s no use being hardworking when the others aren’t. Blending into an environment? Nah. Just don’t want to do double work, that’s all. Getting a headstart is not such a good thing here, because facts may just change within the next minute. Why put up a tent, if you’re not sure this is the right place for you? Why cook an hour early, when you’re not sure if she’ll call for dinner? Play it safe. Don’t do anything in the mean time. Heh. Although waiting is also a dangerous game.
Sometimes, I feel like a drone at work. When passion’s missing, I can’t help but feel this way. I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know what you’re doing. Who cares? I just want to know I’m good in something. And right now, I still can’t find it. I can’t sell an idea for nuts. Not agreeing with it in the first place certainly doesn’t help. You want me to listen and improvise while I’m presenting? Hell, I already have trouble with eye contact. They always say I look too young. First job? No. THIRD. I mean, nobody asks my boss what she studied.
Well if I’m whining so much, I’m the best person to deal with it all. I’m not going to care if you don’t like smiling.
Just as long as I do, I will.
Do cooks have mental blocks as well? Do they go by days where they can’t cook a decent meal? Perhaps they only use their left-logic and not right-creative parts of the brain (I hope I got this right). Logic, is so much more easier to grasp.
I can’t put my finger on it. Maybe, just maybe, I’m not right for this.
