woohoo!

Blogspot may be passe but there's this little voyeuristic streak in people that calls for a release, in some way or the other. More so in a random virtual page like this, nevertheless, still exists in reality. What gives? Every house calls for a chimney.



This week was no good at all. Because there was a rise in some conflict of interests. The problem in an office is that every house has no chimney. So the suppression of all steam only speaks of a certain combustion at an unknown time. And really almost every tom dick & harry gets CC-ed for many random things where they have nothing gotta do with the subject matter. No harm really, just a WIDE-eyed moment come each Monday. The joy of seeing the influx of little envelope icons & the subsequent glee in trashing it. YES, we get it. You must have been doing anything 'cept skivving.



Well, tomorrow i'm on leave, and hence an early TGIF for me! very happy you know! heeee hee heee :D

Powerplay

Powerplay seems to be a sub-plot in a working environment. Everyday is a new day where some nitty gritty detail sneaks a page and adds dimensions to this. Tread on a couple of sore toes? Nary a care... in the way The Sole survivor (in all sense), will bemoan that its all part of Treading to keep above the water. Because essentially, everyone wants to feel important, feel like they have a say in contributing to a decision. Its really a part of human nature, to feel not only validated, but also recognised. From what i hear, this Rub-shoulders thing is the office jargon for building rapport with anyone higher up. Gee, I thought it is what we do, pre-CNY at Chinatown.
Anyways, thats besides the point.


What i meant is that the Cooks and the broth situation is doable in school. Like a democratic tutorial group. Spoilt it? Never mind, cook it again. But equivocal rights would really be The Booty call for the State Of Anarchy. To put it crudely, this back-end trouble aint gonna work out. Thats why its interesting to draw this intricate play to a deck of cards. A couple too much of a Joker; remove them before the game starts. 4 kings in a intra-group usurping rotation, 4 stinging femmes vying to be the resident queen bee, the brawns and the Ace of brains, also included in this fray: some less prominent players, but nonetheless important in the context.



Exactly. It is with this eclectic mix of profiles that makes a deck of cards a game of utmost flexibility. Ain't that what they always say...that life is like a deck of cards?



Gag me some historical cliche. :)



My take home: Gentleness is a virtue that is SO underated. But its a virtue that He speaks much emphasis on. I always had an impression that Gentleness is essentially a kow-tow business. Its really not like that. I guess it being the multiple of Love, pushes it up to a higher order. Not easy & not many can develop this considerable latitude. But reality is such that the lamb finds itself, subsequently stewed into mutton chop. Where is the balance?

Plain warped

The strange and gloriously warped thing about LIFE is that you never really know from present perspective, whats a mirage, and whats a sea...and whats a well that lies beneath!

So are you a mirage, a well or a sea?


For that, We shall see!


(ok, bad pun. hee hee!)

Something kinda Funny :D

Self-awareness is a very beautiful thing. Because it helms the soul in, and along comes this soothing reassurance. So the increased level in confidence may have absolutely nothing to do with the outside, nothing to do with the current circumstances. Insecurity is such a bitch, bitch, bitch at times. It is so damaging. But sometimes childhood insecurity is like yesterday's problem swept under today's rug. So sick and tired! Not good enough, not good enough? Once and for all, OK, good enough. Good enough to Him, to parents, to friends, to myself. Settled.


I was staring blank facing the window which overlooks the ferris wheel besides the Sheares bridge. The office was empty, and it was just fantastic. Went to the boardroom, closed the door, sat there with my ipod with Garth brooks Lost in You playing on repeat. That feeling, gosh. It was more than fabulous than fabulous itself. And i sat there imagining how beautiful the surroundings would look on the ferris itself. Did much thinking, or rather, dreaming on the swivel chair. The feeling of being on a high floor and looking afar, is very therapeutic. The night sky is so sweet. You'll see the little specks of light on the Sheares, office lights from the opposite buildings, look down, and theres the westin's swimmining pool. This tingly vertigo that creeps on as i plastered my plams against the glass panel. I can only dream about how pretty it will look on the tanjong rhu stretch. Dreaming so much, that i can feel that spastic expression creeping up on the face. Hopeless dreamer look. Often, the most beautiful times are the times you spend alone and everything you are feeling inside is so real and so unpretentious. Felt so very happy, and it feels so very lucky.


Must be the music la, damn. Make me feel so sappy. hahahhaa. Raining outside somemore!


But then later i went up to new asia, although there was company, the feeling dissipated. I realised it was beautiful because the feeling was so raw, and honest. Must have been missing something all this while. I guess i found it.