Auld Lang Syne!

The usual song to bid the old good bye, and welcome the new and the hope it brings.

From my favourite chick flick (I still believe Carrie should marry Aidan instead of Mr. Big), Though I'm sure the original scottish version is much rowdier..I always like this serene version from Mairi Campbell.

For Auld Lang Syne my Jo!

It became more exciting after 6

It was like a typical day, just a tad bleak compared to the usual. I don't know why too.

6.30pm
(Thats it. Definitely gg to hit after 8 today)
"Ok who wants food?"

There is always someone needing food nowadays

7.30pm

Finishing off the super salty hor fun. That is prob gg to be the last time I order from the zi char place opp. But when your office is situated at a place there is no food establishment within 5 mins drive after 6pm..you are kind of left with no other choice except the trashy mcdees and the likes.

Got to finish at least some good part of my work before the year ends..

8.00pm
Colleauge A "Hey Pauline, I am supposed to work with you on xxxx."
"Ok, when do you need this?"
"Tomorrow morning?"
??????

8.03pm
*another head popped up from her cube hearing me talking to colleauge A*
"Hey Pauline! You know the xxx that I was supposed to reply to you"
"Yeah?"
"I have some questions, need you to clarify. I will send email to you?"
"Ok.."
(...get in line...)

8.15pm
*another non-related email to seek inputs for a powerpoint*
(I thought the boss would have already send the info over?)
[type type type.."(boss) please give me the information of (such such such). I will incorporate into the ppt slides"]
(life of a person at the bottom of the food chain)

8.50pm
*sms.."sorry..can't go down and meet you all today"*
(type type type)

9.30pm
(ok..first draft on colleague A's stuff send out. Can do my own work liao)
(type type type type)

10.30pm
(ok..done for the day)
(Checked email. Someone replied Colleauge A's earlier email, asking for more stuff to be prepared)

That's it.

Walked to the another fellow sufferer's table, bitched and made jokes corny enough befitting two persons who have stayed in the office for too long.

Shut down laptop.

Go home.

Tomorrow is another day, another war to fight.

I think cos it foretell that the new year, or at least the new few months are going to be more like a war zone. Ooo....rubbing my hands in relish. Got to start preparing more corny jokes.

Avatar

Watched Avatar last night (finally!). After all the hype..I would say..

It was worth the 9.30pm-and halfdead after whole day staring at numbers-3hour show! Though was wondering if the 3D one had really any much of a difference from the 2D one..perhaps it would be less distracting without the 3D glasses at the least.

At one part of the movie, when Jake Sulley rode the Toruk to the Tree of Soul to the amazement of the rest of the Na'vi, my friend sitting beside jabbed me and said, "See? Even at that time girls will be awed by the kind of ride you own". I laughed out loud despite in the cinema and all (can probably feel a few evil eyes on me).

xxxxxx

2 more days to end of 2009! I cant wait for this crappy year to end. Wonder at what state will I be at the stroke of midnight - super drunk at Pan Pac or sober somewhere else?

Sunday in the office

It was a long holiday going by the number of days which I didn't touch the office laptop (woot!~). Until yesterday. Darn. It's either having another stay-in before having to go back to reality or risk having a really painful Monday trying to thrash through the woods.

Somestimes ignorance is bliss.

Going back to office on a Sunday can be such a dread, but the usual suspects were in the office, and the umbrella left by another said that she had been back yesterday like she said she would. Haha~ talk about camaderie.

After a few weekends, I realised that working on weekends have its perks:-

• Nobody cares about what you wear to work - the guys in the team came in t-shirt, bermss, slippers like the typical uncles you see in the neighbourhood. And..erm..I tried not to look too aunty-ish. (but it's difficult when you have to lug yourself from home though)
• There is nobody around so you can just shout over the cubicles walls -

"Oi...do you have that xxxx report?" "Yeah, send you now"

"Ay..eat cup noodle dont eat so loud la.." "Cup noodle dont eat so loud not enjoyable leh.."

"Your boss sent out that email already?" "Yes yes..your boss got cc you" (btw we always address our bosses to each other as "your boss")

• Bosses not around! Nobody to hawk around you! No impromptu emails or phone calls!

Still...sometimes I wish I was out there doing other stuff (I think my friends are going to blacklist me soon as one of those who are always unavailable, unless they are willing to start dinner at 9-ish? I have missed a few movie gatherings already! I want to watch Assassins and Bodyguards!). Having some fellow sufferers makes it more bearable, and it's a blessing in disguise that I've got great colleauges who are willing to wade through the cess pool together.

And yeah. I didn't run. I didn't swim. It was raining!

Time to run!

Two wedding meals and one full month celebration later ..I better muster enough discipline to either hit the tracks or the pool tomorrow.

Talking about running, I met this guy on the Friday run of the wedding dinner who was helping his family business. He was one of the NSF during the first few years when I was in uniform ("I was in J when you were in IB" he said. I went like,"Erm....". Darn I really cannot remember.) and he flashed me a picture and asked me "You seen these before?"

I went.."erm..I saw kids playing with them at East Coast before..". "Yup, my family brings them in, sole distributor in Asia; our shop is at Big Splash". Apparently they are really good for people with problems running because of knee problems and stuff cos of the superb cushioning. Check this out. And of course, the other benefits too - this and this.

But I found this to be a real good add on benefit too. hahah~!

But good things dont come cheap..each pair cost about S$300 odd, but the individual parts last for a few good years and all the parts are replaceable.

I asked him how the take-up rate was like. "Nah..Singaporeans just don't like to be stared at...so it's hard to get adults interested".


Well..wondering how it feels running ECP with the bouncy shoes...

Extreme - More than Words

I heard my favourite song last night. It was the song that had accompanied me through adolescent and adulthood, and which had never fail to make the heart string tug a little everytime I hear it.

Other than a brief mention here, I realised that I have never really blogged about it?!




But I must say..somehow the song took on an additional dimension last night. hah~ red t-shirt and serendipity!

That Elusive Christmasy Feeling

As I was crossing the bridge that linked the carpark to the main building, the wind was gustlier than usual and I can actually hear the wind howl. Coupled with the grey skies and droplet of rain sprayed in, it had indeed felt..that christmas is around the corner.

And the small surprise on the table from a colleauge when I reach office sort of hammered home the fact that christmas is indeed here :)

This was one of the rare years that I didnt manage to go buy pressies....
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After a frustrating meeting..

"What day is it today?" colleauge threw the question as he continued typing onto his laptop without lifting his head.

"Eve of Christmas eve.."

"What?? This year really dont have the christmas feel"

Of course..we dont even leave the office for lunch. No way to get bombarded and brainwashed by all the commercialised christmas deco and carols blasting over the PA systems. Maybe tomorrow I bring my christmas CD and blast in the office to inject some christmasy feel. It's good to be brainwashed once in a while to think that humid Singapore can indeed have a "white christmas" and that there will really be a Santa who will give presents instead of shooting arrows which he think its his given right to do so *manic laughter*
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okok..despite all the irritants, there may be that little spark of christmas spirit in me yet.

I love this christmas carol! Ok this is not the best clip that showcase how smooth Nat King Cole can be (see how the TV called him "the incomparable Nat King Cole" at the start of the clip?), but I ljust love the B&W that represents an era where I don't need to hear Pussycat Dolls sing about meeting Santa and calling him baby *bleh*

And so I'm offering this simple phrase,

To kids from one to ninety-two,

Although its been said many times, many ways,

A very Merry Christmas to you

Merry Christmas! :))))))