Life's Habit

"The annoyance of life strike when you least expect them and they always leave us dazed and disorientated. The next time life sucks you in its vortex, just hang on and make the best out of it. Don't let the song go out of your life."

- James Dobson

Life. It can be a pest.

And at times, don't we all feel like a train on a collision course when it's bugging us?

Well, I do.

Internal Tortoise

.:Irritated mode ON.:.

Why are some people so bloody SLOW?!

And the shitty thing is nothing can proceed until they respond. Until they react. Until they do their job. What's worse is that they have the balls to accuse others of being slow when they themselves are just as slow. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black.

Yes, sometimes it seems like the weight of the world is entrusted on our shoulders at work and there's simply too little time with so much to complete. I've got tons on my plate too and am more than aware that everything's important. That everything is needed on an urgent basis. And that everything has an impossible deadline to meet.

I don't mean to imply that I'm fast.

I just know how to prioritise. Not being a tortoise about it and waiting until Christmas to get things done.

Time Has Wings

Was just telling Birdy that my department will be relocating to a bigger space, taking up an entire floor and I am feeling somewhat bittersweet over the future move. Rejoicing to the fact that I will finally have a pantry where I can make my milo kosong anytime of the day but was whining over the possible loss of 'privacy'. I love my current cubicle as it is hidden from the world. A working sanctuary. A secret island. And I might not be able to redeem the same 'privilege' when the shifting occurs.

 

(Trying to console myself)

Perfectly Flawed says:
but gonna be in may only
Perfectly Flawed says:
may or june

(A realisation kicks in)

Perfectly Flawed says:
goodness now already march
Perfectly Flawed says:
2 more mths
Perfectly Flawed says:
then may then half the yr is gone! shucks!
Birdy says:
yea... time flies

Sigh, you can say that again Birdy. Time flies. Time surely flies. Time really does fly. And I'm still digesting this as the clock is ticking away. Goodness gracious me. It's March already.

 

Always in motion is the future.

- Yoda

 

Was scanning through yesterday's papers and it was hard not to miss the consistent topic plastered on headlines in various major dailies. I still recall vividly the day I collected my SPM results. Walking pass the school gates, I knew that I won't be one of those high achievers but will do more than enough to make my parents proud. Remember I was already in college back then, loving the newly found freedom in dressing and life was nothing short of having fun. There were many firsts for me during those years. Both good and bad. Happy and sad. One of the lessons learnt through the hard way, "You don't have to do something just because everyone is doing it. You've got to stick to your own guns sometimes. Do not  conform to the norm if it does not work for you. And there you have it."

 

Nevertheless I will reiterate that life at that phase was nothing short of having fun. Those were the days. Those were the days indeed.

 

How do you know when you're an adult?

What are one of the indicatives?

When you enjoy, and I mean REALLY enjoy holidays.

Stress Relief

This is just too cute.
I don't want my own baby. I want Shiloh.
If her daddy comes with the package, bring it on.
Bring. It. On.

Generally, nothing is free in this world but at least wishful thinking is and we have the luxury of doing so :)

Senseless Slaughter

It is a bloodbath, cruel and barbaric. Each year, the idyllic and peaceful setting of the village of Taiji in southern Japan is shattered by almost unspeakable cruelty as incredible pain and ultimate death is inflicted on defenseless dolphins.
- Paul Watson, president and founderSea Shepherd Conservation Society

Each year from October through March, in small towns across Japan, thousands of dolphins and small whales are confined and brutally killed. These slaughters take place in fishing towns including Taiji, Iki, Ito, Futo and Izu.

During those months, Japanese fishermen herd whole families and pods of dolphins, porpoises and small whales into shallow bays and mercilessly hack them to death. Most of these small cetaceans are sold as meat in restaurants and stores, while some are destined for a life in captivity.In addition to the small cetaceans being massacred on the beaches, Japan kills approximately 100,000 more marine mammals (primarily Dall’s porpoises and also dolphins) in its fishing industry. This killing must stop!

Sea Shepherd has been in the forefront of fighting against the slaughter of dolphins, whales and all marine wildlife for over 25 years, and we are committed to ending the barbaric and senseless slaughters in Taiji and other villages in Japan.

from Taiji Dolphin Campaign

Mankind is the Devil sometimes.

An eye for an eye does not count for this. I hope the barbarians get back in ten fold, what they did to the poor dolphies.

The Good, The Bad & The Ugly

*alarm clock rings*

 

Snooze button pressed. Back turns to face the wall.

 

*alarm clock rings again*

 

Attempts to get up. Succeeds. Because a to-do list was being formed in my semi conscious state for the day. Deadlines! No time, no time. Drags body to the bathroom. Ass on the bowl. While stealing a few winks, the crowded mind said, "Another Monday, another week ahead. What next?"

 

*cars exchanging honks with one another*

 

Stuck in downtown traffic. Thought continues and stored in various SMS drafts to keep from nodding off.

 

"Life is overrated.  It is merely a series of routines. Where some become mundane. A humdrum. There are exceptions every now and then. Good ones that glitter like birthdays, holidays, promotions, surprises etc. The bad and ugly ones that create the lacklustre in life like accidents, heartaches, disappointments etc. When an exception is triggered by us or through our surrounding external factors, one of two things can and will happen. It is either the exception will morph into a routine, blending itself into our daily lives and assuming the place of ordinariness OR it takes hold and absorbs all the glory it is allowed at that given moment in time and becomes what is called a memory. And this memory can be a fond recollection or a flashback that scars the soul.  We will collect and gather these exceptions as we go through different phases in our lives that will ignite many feelings. Some we never considered to be possible. Life's routines with its exceptions will debut themselves over and over again as we age until everything comes to a stop. A halt. A standstill. Then, we die."

 

Don't even know if I'm making sense here with my laments. I guess I'm experiencing the blues. The typical Monday blues. Hopefully it's just that and not the foundation to reveal a bigger picture. Work is consuming me. So many things to do, so little time. Many exceptions that bring about negative feelings will be spurred. It's sad when you already foresee the week even though it has barely started.

 

Hence, I will welcome good exceptions with open arms. Even if it's one dosage. If that is all I deserve, if that is all that comes my way, it's better than nothing.

My Bottom Half

I am still feeling the withdrawal symptoms from the long break taken. Swamped with things on my plate, left, right and centre. First day back to work on Tuesday started with a long WIP meeting with the agency and when I returned to the office, an email on a compulsory performance appraisal exercise with the Management that could determine a promotion was waiting for me. That's over and done with today. Can only keep my fingers and toes cross for nothing's confirmed yet. What's for sure? More responsibilities and expectations. Sigh. I need a holiday after a holiday. I reckon the feeling is mutual for many.

As for Hong Kong?

Sightseeing = Done.
Shopping = Done. So done.
Damage to the bank account = Done. So done. Very done.

It was shopping madness as predicted by many for me. Madness. Was on my feet for a minimum of 10 hours a day. I was on a roll. Like never before. On a mission. Ruthless. Nothing and no one could stop me. This went on for three days straight until both legs developed throbbing muscle cramps during the fourth day. I stand corrected. Nothing and no one could stop me but me, myself and I.

The family was amused. Usually, I would be the one who will relentlessly refuse to go back to the hotel to rest. And this time around, for the first time ever, I waved the white flag instead. And there they were, giggling behind me as I limped my way to the taxi stand even though the hotel was just a block away. The fare meter did not even budge from the initial charge of HK$15.

 

Lost my balance, tipped and fell back when I tried to get out of bed the next morning. I could not feel my bottom half. Only felt the numbness of it. Like when one experiences a case of pins and needles. I thought I was going to be paralysed. Mom, who still found the situation totally amusing couldn't resist giggling while she massaged my calves with Tiger Balm Oil. For the next few days, I was practically a living and breathing Salonpas advertisement to soothe the pain while walking. Even my dad's 73 year old friend who took us to Lantau Island could move faster than me.

Yes. I shopped till I dropped.

Literally.