Ginnie-comes-lately =(

Posting here gives a sense of gratification, even if the postings have no relevance to what exactly is going around. I think its just the act of writing that gratifies rather than what is actually written. Am feeling the bubbled-sheep-syndrome here today. It was good in the day. Good when we make hay whilst the sun shines. Ok, i did work today, but not enough to call it an effecient day. Cause my mind wasnt plugged to the system, and I was operating like a wound up toy-mouse.


Janice is overseas, and that gives Jas and I some time to take a breather. I am envious at her simple approach to life and her positivity. You can sort of sense the vibes of life-contentment, so to speak. It often bewilders me how to manage this equilibrium. All those different schools of thought, hawking polar views of "contentment". One says not to rest on your laurels, to me it reads, never be too satisfied with youself. The other says be contented with what you have. Which can also mean, settling for less than what you deserve. Apparently, the way we are encouraged to look at this, is to dissect all situational events, and accord them differential treatments. With regards to work/achievement-oriented goals, the i-am-never-satisfied view fits the mould. With regards to Life, blissful is the one who takes joy in the existing status quo. That's about one of the many many equilibriums that we got to seek.


Anyways, back to Jasmine. I like this girl, she's genuine, i get this from my gut instinct. I like the way this new friendship is going. Same goes with Ivan and Lawrence, both genuine people. It was supposedly a happy day, in the textbooked sense of the word. Everything is good, i met the colleagues whom i corresponded with via email, and now managed to attach a face(not a file) to their name. A few of them had flown in for a meeting and will be around for a couple of days.


It is so strange to be laughing and keeling over in side stitches just a couple hours ago, and then to sit back and think to self, gee and what was i laughing for. Emoting a semblance of a feeling seems to be more like a reflex action, without much thought. It runs just as deep as the puddle of water. It is funny to me, just as well, when i look at the stack of namecards, which i have collected in my short 6 weeks here to date. I don't really remember the person or the name, but start to think of the name as "which-excelsheet-on-which-database". Sterile socializing, how fun.


So much for confetti thoughts. Honestly my day was good, by virtue that nothing bad happened. God seems very far away, can He see me here? I'm thinking how ironic are the letters on the top blue bar. It's both a reminder and an embarrassment to the state of the foggy relationship with Him. Hmm, actually i am not very sure if you have guessed it, but after all that I write, i have not exactly smelled the stench of what got me in this state of mind.


With that said, this is a form of gratification, albeit an instant one. Delayed gratification? Hmm..sleeping i guess? :)


Tomorrow will be a better day.

Fierce!

One of those power days. You wake up feeling psyched as your tummy butterflies can be. Pants, shirt, three-inch heels. Fierce. Great. Check the mirror. Heels make you so awful tall, your face is chopped off somewhere in the middle. Still, the reflection shows a happy uptwitched grin. Tottering in them a wee bit, a strange vertigo you may call it. But its ok, aint no high heels high enough.


Ok. Time to go! Feels shiok. Click down three steps of the stairs, ankle twists at the fourth, panic, grab railings, too-bad-your-fingers-missed, half-fly-half-gallop down the remaining four steps, crash into the wall, palms smack straight in double fives. Luckily-my-pants-didnt-split. Fierce.


Ankle pain, hand pain. Hobble up 8 steps, open the door, change to flats. Check mirror. This time can see the whole pissed face. Happy 5 minutes of breathing the high air. Shorter by three inch, Nonetheless! Still FIERCE. ;)


off tangent:
i think small facial moles are nice. As in One-Singular-Little-Hairless-Mole on the side of the mouth or near the brow.

Buttered and Guttered

Wit is what the human mind is blessed.
Weak is what the human heart possess.


Waking to surrender in child-like faith
Two seconds worth before this thought hits the grave


Crusted thoughts you would love to burn to toast
Simply chokes up and come to hit you the most


So whilst you comtemplate a little misery
Quite frankly, it falls short of this vile "blasphemy"


Sheep in the fog has it good
Barbed pretty pretty within the hideous hood


Bless your lovely soul
Methinks the weeds on it need a mow


Confusion hits home with profusion
Greeted with Facetious, makes it totally fractious



But we believe in Tall Tales
Smock aprons, candy malls, hot males meet barbie dolls


Preen the picture of perfection
Just to mangle it with tentacled distractions


Got to love the world mate,
Till another shallow brained bites the bait


Bequeath love, send it off as a loving gift
Well it seems it always makes the giver miffed



You can jolly justify this mystery
But anyways, cut this act of flattery



Stupid words that flies like the lovely breeze
Listen, and makes your mind gloriously diseased



So do think twice before speaking it
It has put the hearer's ear to grit


Blessings, showers of pampered bliss
Blessings, in disguises have i ever, ever missed??


Bear remembrance to the innocent belief
Tomorrow my heart will seek another reprieve


Give thanks to the two innocent seconds of purity
Make good, the length of its beautiful brevity



Meanwhile it is still today's today
Angsted it out much to yesterday's dismay


So get real, I say to self
For the real deal, there's more to delve



Truth to be told, the Mind is a permanent softie
Which makes Grand holy thoughts a tad too lofty

STAR-STRUCKED!!!

It hasn't been the smoothest of all days, in reference to today and yesterday. My job load has been lightening over this couple of days. Reason being, the new marketing coordinator, Jasmine has arrived. Well, she has 8 yrs experience prior and undoubtly i find some areas of my job being scraped off from under my wing, to be placed under her area of responsibility. Of course, that didnt feel an ounce good. It feels like a general sense of displacement, reckoned it cause a small bruise on the ego. But again, I do know that it is quite beyond me to take on the Full task as i have no experience in the procedural work of certain things. Like for example, i didnt get down to using the oracle system.


Unpleasantries aside. Anyways, now the sense of displacement has eased because I realised that i am still given tasks to do, well at least I can recall three constructive things I did today. Yesterday was quite a boo. I found myself randomly stuck in the toilet. The door works like a ezlink card system, plus another key to unlock the toilet for one to pour the woes of the bladder into the happy toilet bowl. The lazy streak in me tweaked and i decided to follow a fellow key holding, card toting colleague to the toilet. The colleague finished her business faster than me and i was left stranded in between the doors of the toilet and the toilet corridoor, which is say...about 3 cubicles by 4 cubicles wide. Stranded for a good 15 minutes. Great! If i had known that earlier, i could have brought something in to read. HA...Thankfully there are those arty framed pictures on the wall, with all the proverbs like "happiness is the stream of your soul..", that sort. It is placed strategically on the toilet door, so you have to look at it when you go about doing your thang. I am no personal fan of these, cause people don't go in the toilet with a philosophical state of mind, they go in to with a specific agenda. But the 15 mins trapped in between, allowed me to think abit further on those selfsame cheesy lines. Ironically i cannot remember what i thought but i just felt happier after walking out.


Jasmine has been a really nice person. I don't mean it in that cordial and senseless chant. But ya, i really had a good time talking to her these days, all despite me accidentally flicking a prawn in my Tom yam soup and landing some tom yam streaks on her upper arm. And there are some office politiking too! It's quite mild though, just the cliquey sort.


Silly meeeee! haha..this was what i intended to add, a random from last time but i ended up copying the wrong post!

Here goes:

What thing looks the same when its dead and when it;s alive?

It hardly loses much "meat" and retains the same shape?



ITS THE STARFISH!

STILL looking like a star!

You know why? Cause the starfish in the salf water tank in the office died very very long ago and it was only recently that we dug its skeleton out!!!

Shower of blessings

I think my attachment at Brocade has been entirely fulfilling and i cannnot ask for more!


There's so much exposure i get here. Not only do i get to participate in the events locally, i get to dip my fingers into the events at Melb, Bangkok, Korea, India, and Penang! It is so nice because its not all random stuff that Janice allows me to do, but she brings me along to drink sessions with the channel partners and PAN Pac hightea! And other colleagues from the regional sales bring me along to join them too...Whoosh so thankful to her for bothering to teach.


Best thing is I have two exciting things at hand. The local marcomm day event is at Swissotel, Equinox, 69th floor no less, and a night cocktail event, and breakfast events! What is satisfying is that Janice is letting me get hands on experience in this local event on the 12th of July. Such as preparing the database, packing the collaterals, and even part of the menu selection. And basically Janice gives me the go ahead to negotaite prices with the hotel pple. What makes me so so happy is that Janice makes me feel impt by hearing my views on which hotel i think it's good. Now of course i chose Equinox cause the kind hotel manager gave in to my incessant bargains and cut the price tag of the day event by almost 600+++. So much satisfaction!!


And and and...emo-woman who fried my ass two weeks ago gave me a budget of 5k to buy any funky gifts for the channel partners. Things like nano and psp and even funky cufflinks. My gosh i am SO excited!! And i get to do it ALL by myself! So whilst the big wigs in the company have their meeting at bangkok next week, i get to go gift shopping then and meet Scott, and discuss about this. And i'm actually allowed to use that money to buy hugo boss voucher yada yada and basically draw up a proposal on how am i doing to spend 5k. Now do i sound insane? Well...thank you God for giving me this experience and so much more. I LOVE IT....and i dun wanna go back to school.


All in all, i got to thank God for having Janice as my boss, and having me in the right place at the right time.

Sheepish

on second thoughts..just publish this private entry,
you know why...cause my sheep is too cute to boot!




In order to prevent this post to degenerate into some self-indulgent entry, and also because this picture encapsulates how i feel now, in cartoon prose, i decided to draw. That brown squidgy thing is not a bubble wrap, it is a metaphorical sheep, in a pink metaphorical snowglobe, surrounded by metaphorical grey fog, seeing metaphorical greener-grass-on-the-other-side, with metaphorical beady eyes. With such atrocious drwaing, it is always good to wax metaphor-ics, redeem some saving grace, and saving sanity.


Anyways, for lack of a better phrase. Lets call this, Sheep In the Fog, which not-so-coincidently is the title of a Plath poem which spoke to me ages ago. The title kind of sticks. So it just seems to me that people live in individual snowglobes, and once it gets shaken, the fog blurs the vision of the lost sheep within it. But the fog may not be in true existence. It could be the sheep's blurred sense of vision from within, and by virtue of reverse osmosis(lack of another better word), translates to haziness of actions and visions in real context, where actually the haziness came from within. So if you take it a bit further, it is questionable if the status quo is indeed shaken up or it's because the vision within is shaken. So it blurs the line between what is within the self and what is external to it.


Ironically, although the myopic sheep sees its current situation as a state of fog, but it sees everything outside the cosmic snowglobe to be picture perfect. Warped perception? Case of the greener grass in the other pasture. I have no point to make, basically.


On the other hand, I feel a great sense of satisfaction at work. We are in the midst of planning an event, which is on a pretty large scale, which looks pretty good on a PA report. Janice is a blessing really. Which is fantastic, but yet it is not possible to feel the polarity of an emo-psych all within a day, and to be exact, all within an hour?


It feels abit deranged and kinda strange.

One night in Delhi

Of course random 1's is not Fullerton's voice speech. Fyi, its a prerecorded speech by a particular X courier company whose services screwed us up bigtime last week and we are damn FED-up.


So there was this event in India last week, at a hotel at Bangalore on the 13th. I liased with the this enthusiastic young lady, whose enthusiasiam in her work can be sensed even via email. She goes Hey Beverly! Greetings for the day! Her zesty attitude really rubs off me in a good way. It gives me heart palpitations just by reading her mail. Young lady's name's Vinny and shes really serious about her work--- and bless the humanity of mankind, no geographical expanse can ever deny our common love for chappati. So anyways, she is the 2nd-ic for the event and i'm suppose to help her out in the collaterals get them to the event venue at the place and time intended.


So i called FED-up for their services. So the pleasant mister robarto voicemail greeted me the happy greetings for the day. I arranged for a courier service to pick my package up. It was supposed to fly to bangalore via delhi. So...almost 5 days after i send off my packagedearest, with its air(bill) ticket, i was ASTOUNDED to see packagedearest back from its 5 day tour to India, fully chappatised, totally jetlagged.

I was hit with a lovely sense of deja vu as i recalled waving my beloved goodbyes to packagedearest whom i will see for the last time in my life. FED-up did a fantastic job by having a fivedayfournights indian exploration, which saw packagedearest zip past the Taj mahal ,skinny dip in the Ganges river, paid respects to Gandhi and fly back to the same damn place. Vinny and i were hopping mad. Called Fed-up to lodge a complaint cause this was a very impt thing that needs to reach there, and stay put.


Lesson learnt: Less is more. Arranged a one way flight, i got a Packagedtour. Thanks for the ride.

hello? is it me you're looking for??

Random 1: Immaculately-mannered hotel recep


(phonerecorded operator)
Hi! Thank you for calling Fullerton Singapore, your call is important to us, please wait as our staff will attend to you shortly. *cue cheesy music*


For general equiries, press 1, for room reservations, press 2, for corporate enquiries, press 3, for billing services and payment enquiries, press 4, for meeting room reservation, press 5, to arrange for a two way airport transfers, press 6, for enquries of our facilities press 7, to speak to our customer service officer, press 0.


*ok! i press ZERO.


*Cheesy music*


"I'm sorry..all our operators are busy at the momeeen.."


*ring ring tone*


(methinks..yay! finally!)


*phone picks up


i go "HI! I'm beverly from brocade comm,,..."


"Hi! Thank you for calling Fullerton Singapore...."


(methinks..shit, another voicemail. So i press zero again)


"Hi! Thank you for calling..."


ZERO


ZERO


ZERO


'Hi..thank.."


i go.."are you a machine or are you a person?"


"Hi, I'm a person...thank you for calling Fullerton..."


aH! A PERSON! REAL PERSON!




out of point:
Anyways, if fullerton is what simple is to simpleton
then after 1 chappati, 1 cheese naan and some murtabak,
I think im quite the quintessential Fuller-ton.

self

The concept of self is quite a complex one. The way the notion of self is theorized makes rational sense, your looking glass self, working self, ideal self, in practice it sounds like a neurotic meets miss identity crisis. So what's good on paper, whats good to see, may not be good in practice. And then you add in the social factors, condiments like mood, weather etc, throw in a dash of randomness. How can you say you know somebody when self is such a complex thing in it-self. One cannot second-guess.


Bad dreams makes you more appreciative of the current status quo. Good dreams makes the mood float right to the ozone and with a peek of an eye, sends you crashing back to Mother Earth. Bring on nightmares come on.

yellow yellow dirty fellow

Office was near empty today, almost everyone was away. My days are spent so much in work, shuffling between office and sometimes going out of office with Janice. People who are stuck in the office resemble abit like whitewashed bedsheets, cause we do not see the sun much. Anyways, the company has a strange culture of cc-ing alot of people in the email. So...we got an email today, whom i suspect is sent by emo-admin.


To: whoever it may concern.
cc: alot alot of names.
Subject: please do not leave UNATTENDED bananas in the pantry.
Text: Who has misplaced their rotting bananas please get it from the pantry.


Have any idea how ridiculous that sounds? Ignore the whatever connotation. It sounds as though there is a resident monkey living in the office. unattended bananas?! whats that!

fried kway teow

My nerves kway-teow fried as i'm posting this. Today is a Sunday, but it is the company's norm to reply emails via Outlook. It is really unnerving because the company's pace is very fast and people have no patience to get delayed. So i am given vague instructions to do what i have never done before. And i really don't know what to do. Such a dilemma now, i don't wish to bother others to ask for help, but yet am really not sure. I don't understand why people cant be more understanding. You see, its not that i'm not doing it or what. I genuinely am trying to source for a way to get it done! And instructions like..exhibit A, get all the requisite documents prepared, arrange courier to get MRPs, attached with commercial invoice. This kind of thing. I don't even know WHAT exhibit A is, and i replied a mail. And i get a very rude reply, speaking with ALL CAPSLOCK like THIS, with all the !!!. I'm not kidding. She is literally swearing on email. I mean is it really neccessary to be so anatognistic. Really, its because she's a manager and im an intern, and ya...there is really a lack of basic respect for another person.


Ok, i know she's frustrated because she has to explain and she's really busy, and the previous marketing coordinator knows how to handle and i don't. But seriously, i NEED to ask for help so that i can do it, and if you don't tell me and i can't ask. Then how am i supposed to? My gosh...people can be so mean. This is such a test of tolerance. I guess this is the real world. Where your intrinsic worth is determined by power, influence, and money...and this worth is how people will decide what kind of tone and attitude to talk to you.


Feel so angst up now. But there is no room for cracking. Does she get a kick from making my life miserable? There can be ten people who are nice, like janice/ivan...but just one mean grouch to really spoil the day. Did i mention that she's christian and she is a mother of three? I won't deny that im mentally assasinating her now, and though i have zero right to question her behaviour, but i am very very pissed off. But she is here to teach me tolerance, and to REN! OK, I WILL REN...I TELL YOU!!

Emoted

Friday was not a good day. I realised that there are managers in the office who are somewhat involved in a powerplay. After 3 weeks, i had the impression that this regional manager, call him Mr M, was the most senior amongst all the regional managers, including Janice. But, it seems that they are of the same level. Janice had a shouting match with Mr M today. It was unnerving, the place where i was standing is right in the middle of the two. If this was life firing i would have died, a human donut.



There are some strange characters around the office, including this head of admin, Ms J, who likes to clean the salt water fishtank. (I overheard the accounts people say that she moonlights as a fish seller. Maybe that explains the fascination in fish.) Once i caught her in a daze staring blankly to the fishes wiping the tank, with an expressionless face. A bit scary. There are genuinely GOOD people around. Janice is one of them. I am so so thankful that i work under her instead of emo-admin, whom i am abit scared of. I seem to happen to walk by when she's doing perculiar things, like once also, using the reflection to retouch her lipstick, in the pantry that is. Ivon, before she left Brocade, had warned me not to step on Ms J's toes in all circumstance, cause she can get a tad bit bitchy if you do. So since then, i keep my distance.


But thats all the strange people you have. All of them are really nice. I believe nice people send off nice vibes, and you can sense it strongly in some people. Female bosses tend to have this no-nonsence attitude, thats the stereo-typical view. But i have worked in three jobs before, twice with a female boss, once with a male boss. The male boss is utterly crap. But that was the period after the 'o's when i was doing some random street surveying job. Where sometimes you have nice people who make things good for you by filling up the form, some just take it in their own self-righteous stride to preach the ill-wills of timeshare companies, and how they go around scamming unsuspecting victims into their web of deceit. Oh come on, 16 yr olds know nuts about timeshare, we just know that we have to get your name and two contact numbers to get our eighty cents.


Louise at citibank was a joy to be with as well. Totally. She used to give me alot of sweet things from SIN chocolates, the raspberry crumble that comes in a tub. That alone can make you levitate 6 feet. Stella used to have this BIG bag filled with WERTHERS, beyond happiness! (the next person who did that was Wx who gave me a bag of 15 sticks!!) Janice gives me chocolates in a bag too! So actually female bosses are really good, they give either sweets or chocolates. After our talk on Thursday, she handed me a stack of cds that contained sermons by J.Prince, who is a paster at New Creation. She has so much faith in God. I was telling her that i'm worried that the budget would explode. She said, God will provide. You know, she brings God's image to the office. I can't imagine having to say that to a non-christian boss. Maybe she'll tell me..sure..provide from your 600 roasted peanuts lor. There's so much i want to share about Janice here. I haven't, for the longest time, met someone that intrigued me so much!


The other person that intrigued me was Uncle Robert from the Beijing trip, whom is 66 this year, whom i still chit chat on the phone with, whom still say things like.."I'm so pissed off with my wife. I talk to the lady she kao peh me from just now until now." Funnnnnyyy. He's the a-typical ken-tanged SJI boy, can't say 2 chengyu-s to save his life, and is still part of the school alumni.


Anyways, Janice said this that i thought was very inspiring. Ok here goes. You have a red flag, stick it to the ground. The red flag symbolises God. Walk concentric circles around the flag, each circle bigger than the one before, but ALWAYS keep your eyes on the red flag. So she said this is the way to get along with life, walk further in life, but focus on God. So so true. I really think God placed me in this place. Because i had prayed that i want to meet someone soon, that will make me see something new in life and revive my faith. I think i just met her, and am so grateful for it.
The next thing i prayed for was to have a clean, simple, straightforward, loving heart. So that i don't see things and use my cynical lens to make some snide remarks in my head. Cause those thoughts are dark and they make you angsty to everyone. But, im not there yet, but i will try my best.

believing

What started off as just-another-thursday turned out so much better than expected. Well, my day didnt start out good. I had a bit of a hangover from last night, and it was Thursday. Thursday is better than Wednesday but doesn't feel quite like Friday. Like a day-mood, mood-day crisis. Prof Koch came to visit at Brocade today. I was pretty curious to see who he was, since we have been corresponding via email several times, and phoned twice. He is nice in person. Through the day i was literally bombarded with emails, I felt like blocking all of them so they couldnt see me on Outlook, and so they couldnt send me mails.


It is such mind clutter to get forwarded mails, or get CC-ed to random mails. It left me abit struck as to which to do first,cause almost everyone of them came with a Kiv, or a followup-needed, or a Urgent-tagged. Hmm..like a little person living in a snow-globe, and the snow-globe got shaken up. Dizzzy dizzy.


So middle of the day, i was ploughing in the air-suspended workflakes. I managed to get MOST of the things completed, save except for the hotel venue which i didnt get it down to confirmation status. Was a little bit frazzled by that because the catering sales people from Intercon did promise a reservation in the morning...only to call me in mid-day to fly me an aeroplane because apparently, another company called to make reservations. I felt so pang-sehed.


Swissotel was fully booked, fullerton was too ex, budget was stretched way too much for comfort. Some hotels really have jump-off-the-building prices, it would have been easier to get the buddha to jump-over-the-wall. It is hard not to balk at the plus-plus-pluses they add to the bill. Random stuff like rental of mics, of chairs, of tables, or whether you want round table setting, banquet setting, boardroom setting, conference setting. It all sounds like the same thing but mean different things. The prices had us bursting like a patient who had lap-band surgery, but in a sudden bout of eagerness, severely overate right up to the throat. Not too great a feel.



Six has so much to wait for. On days like these, the sheer anticipation of six was good enough. When i was about to leave, i asked Janice which church she attends. She told me New Creation. I said ah, Suntec Convention. She said ah, correct. I said ah, really? Charismatic? She said hmmm, not really. I said City Harvest is the one.


Then it just continued. We were supposed to leave at six but we chatted till everyone left the office, right up till eight. Before this, i thought of Janice as a corporate high flyer who is cordial and nice to everyone, but probably don't really think much of interns. The talk really did change my perception of her. More than anything, i felt so much closer to her than before. She shared about her Christian walk and how tumultous it was in the past 5 years, where she went through a rough patch, and when she started questioning God why would he want to put her through these trails.


It was all very private and you could see that those were issues that got to her. Several times within the 2 hours, i noticed her eyes were a little red. She said that her personal goal was not to reach another career peak, but to be a blessing to the environment. Those were her exact words. A blessing to the people at work, to the family, and to the social contacts. She also said that her post and ability was something that God has bestowed upon her. It just reminds me of a Christian book that i've read before that says that people who have positive self-esteem, are confident of their God-given abilities, but yet not arrogant about this, because they realise that all that is theirs, is all that God has been merciful to bless.


It really really struck me deep. Her life has really not been easy. Her trials were difficult. Despite the odds, she held on for 4 yrs and still praised the Lord even though things weren't looking up for her. For me, i am glad that we did have this meaningful conversation. And i don't believe that encounters as such happen randomly. I mean i can't find any explanation to justify how come there was Ivon and Janice that i manage to meet. Really, i am feeling that this internship has more to learn than the basic marketing know-hows, and i know all this happen with a purpose.


Cause the odds against chanced encounters are stacked up way to high. The only way to explain this is the greater purpose that He has in mind.

Blog flop

Hmmm..actually i don't really know what feeling it is now. Maybe it's boredom, but then there is quite alot to do, so it doesn't seem to be that. The "task" list on my office outlook can never be all done and properly cancelled. It is filled with followups, and red flags, purple flags, blue flags, green flags, yellow flags, pink flags, yada yada. Basically it resembles the messy textbook of a primary school kid who just newly discovered The Highlighter. The entire book has every possible highlighter colours, and the kid forgets what each colour meant. Does pink mean easy to do? Purple means email from the cute guy? oh, i forgot. No cute guys left. I really have no idea, it feels so...for lack of a better word, Random. Haha, but coming here to write random things gives a sense of instant gratification. STRANGE. Its so funny how the happy feeling dissipates real fast. Give it like 10 minutes? Ridiculous. And that the feeling plateaus.


Anyways, i just like valli bali and i want to teleport there NOW. haha, thats the next best thing after coffeebean. Now, thankfully there's ipod and coke light. So i think it should be quite a happy situation ah? haha..but..give it 10 minutes, top. Time it. =(

Wax Lyric-al =(

"Somewhere In The Middle"


I was out the other day


and I saw you in your big black car


and I was waving as you were passing


cause I know who you are


you had this look that of an angel


it was such a bad disguise


did you think for second I would not realize



Tripping hard falling down onto the ground


cause I can't stand up and I can't fall down


cause I'm somewhere in the middle of this...

It wasn't me

And today was one of those days where i got up from the wrong side of the bed. Nothing happened in particular, it is just a spurt of grouchiness. Shant lay blame on hormones or what pms cause i don't think it is that. But it is good that females have this 24-7 shield that saves us from tough explaining on random mood swings. Fault the pms, not me, but the pms.