Persons of the Year!

I was doing a very intellectual thing today. I was actually reading TIMES magazine, as opposed to reading some thrashy girly magazine, filled with aneroxic women in beautifully expensive clothes.

The issue I was reading was about the TIMES magazine Persons of the Year, so named because of all the good they're doing for the poor and starving and the dying all around the world, and they are, in no particular order, Bono (the musician!), and Bill Gates and his wife Belinda Gates.

So half the issue was about all the wonderful things that they are doing with their millions, to feed starving children, providing healthcare for those who are dying and for those who can't afford it, and other great things as well.

Much as I applaud them for the efforts at making the world a better place, I also think, with that amount of wealth, they ought to be shot if they weren't making some attempt to allievate the sufferings of the many that are suffering and dying!

With all that money, it isn't difficult to do stuff like feeding starving children, providing relief to disaster struck areas etc etc etc. Heck, with that amount of clout and money behind me, I will want to make sure that I am doing all of what they're doing, and more if possible! (Somebody please make sure I do it, and not become swollen-headed and full of myself, and use my money to fill a swimming pool with Dom Perignon when I become rich!)

The thing is, without much money, are you still able to do something to make a difference in this world?! The test of a man, is not what he does with the much that he possesess, but what he makes of the little that he has.

You don't need to be a millionaire to be able to spend some money on buying school books for a child who cannot afford it? Are you waiting to strike the lottery so that you can not work and spend some time doing social work? Or are you already spending a couple of hours every weekend, giving tuition to kids who need help with their school-work? Instead of lamenting that you have to work, and can't afford to take time off to go help out at some disaster stricken area, you can jolly well just spend some time with a friend who's ill in hospital, and desperately needs some form of cheering up and encouragement.

Come on! Look around you and see what you can do! If you cannot do anything with what little resources you have now, you won't be doing anything much even if you had millions in your bank, even if you do have it.

If you see a need today, just fill that need! And you'll be a Person of the Year too, together with Bono and the Gates, just not in TIMES magazine that's all! (Hahah!)

In retrospect...

It's been 6 months since I started blogging. And even as I read through my blog entries for the last 6 months, I marvel at the change that has taken place. From a shy tentative blogger who was insecure about writing for the rest of the world to read, I became more confident, more expressive and more open about my life and myself.

The blog also charts my personal growth and development as a person. Even as I'm joting down my thoughts and life's lessons learnt, I myself were learning from the articles that I was writing. In just the last 6 months, I learnt so many lessons that will do me well for the rest of my life...

I learnt about forgiveness, about writing in sand when people hurt me. In fact, if people can be won over to this concept of writing in sand, the world will really become a better place, one person at a time. And for the things that I'm grateful about, to write them on hard rock, so I will never forget or turn ungrateful.

And I've learned to not merely talk about the quality of Mercy, and Mercy being superior to Justice, and Mercy being an attribute of God, but to practise it in my life.

And I know that, should anything happen to me tomorrow (Touch wood! Haha!), there will be at least some people mourning my death. And I feel like the luckiest person alive, to be so blessed with people who love me and are so concerned about my welfare, even to the point of putting theirs to one side. For that, I am so grateful.

And, whatever happens, I am going to hang on to my sense of humour about life. And to remember to be thankful and grateful for all my blessings.

Happy Christmas everyone! Peace on earth and good will to all men! May you have peace in your heart, and may you be surrounded by people who love you and whom you love! For these are the greatest blessings of all!

I don't understand....

Why are people telling me that I know what is going on, when I really don't?

Whare are people crediting me with more cunning and more smarts when I'm really quite blur and stoopid?

I really do wish that I am as smart and as good as they say I am, but sad to say, I'm not.

The end of a relationship....

P and I finally broke up. Yesterday afternoon. After about 5 years together (It'll be 6 years come February next year.)

I still remembered I was a sweet young (and slim damn it!) 23 when I first met P. After 2 weeks, we decided to get together, and we've been together ever since. Until yesterday that is. The last 5 years have not been all sweet and lovey-dovey. There were good times and there were bad times. There were fights and there were tears. But we stayed together despite it all. There were other offers, but I wanted to try to work things out with P as much as possible. After all, P's actually quite nice, despite some faults, and I'm really comfortable with P. So I stayed, and workedd as hard on the relationship as I possibly could.

It was recently that I realised that P and I have grown apart in the last 6 years. We now have very different ideas of life, of people, of goals and objectives. But despite all that, I was very loath to let P go.

But circumstances have a way of taking place, that lets you know that it's time to let go. And everything culminated into a meeting yesterday, where we officially called it quits. It was all kind of sudden really, and I didn't really have time to react or respond. Before I knew it, it was all over. As to the hows, whats and whys of when P made that decision, I'm really not sure. Maybe P already has some other woman! (Hahaha!)

I would have preferred it if I was the one doing the dumping actually. (Ah girl never gets dumped! She only dumps people!) But oh well, whatever, it doesn't matter. It's time to move on, and leave this behind.

My lovely friend and colleagues are all upset and angry for me over this. And to all my dear friends, don't worry about me. I'm good. Really. You have to trust me.

I'm not going to let a little thing like this get me down. I'm not going to let something like this negatively affect my health, my emotions and my state of mind. I want to be happy, and I want to be able to go to sleep at night without shedding tears of anger and bitterness. I want to keep my heart and emotions clean, clean from things that are bad, and that may cause me to have some kind of cancer or heart attack in future.

At the end of the day, it doesn't matter what anybody else has done, to me. They can do what they want, it's all water off a duck's back. All I am concerned about is, that I do the right thing, that I don't do anything against my conscience, that I do all I can to make this world a slightly better place. As long as I do that, I'm happy. It's me, and not other people, that I have to live with, all the rest of my life you see!

And you guys, I know you all feel for me and all that, but do me a favour, and be nice to P. (This is an order!) Just let it be! And especially, don't do anything that requires any burning down of things!

Disclaimer: For all of you blur sotongs, P is not a person! I'm merely personifying a work relationship that has just ended. Stoopid! (Hahaha!!)

I look pretty today.......

They say I look really pretty today.

I combed my hair, and let it down, instead of all tied-up.
I wore a dress and wore dainty shoes with bows.
I put on eye-shadow and mascara and some pink blusher.
(No lipstick though. I hate the taste of it.)

I stayed away from coffee.
I kept my mouth shut, and smiled my sweet demure smile.
I spoke in dulcet tones, and said "Please" and "Thank You" and "How are you?"

I look pretty today.... And it's all because a client is in town.

My rigorous daily exercise regime.....

6.15am
The alarm clock rings. It's time for the 1st exercise of the day. With a practised arm, I fling the alarm clock at the wall at the far end of the room. The wall has already registered my best javeline clock throws, with the deeper dents and cracks giving testimony to the prowess of my arms.

6.35am
After 15 more minutes of snooze time, it's finally time to do The Roll. With a swift roll, I've rolled myself off the bed, and landed with a loud thud unto the floor. As always, my precision is to the exact millimetre, and I landed on that same exact spot on the floor which I've fallen for the last don't-know-how-many years of my life.

6.35 - 7.00 am
The Sprint! Within 25 minutes, I have to take a shower, wash my fair, clean my face, brush my, teeth, wear my clothes, put paint on my face, grab a glass of milk and sprint out the door into a waiting taxi! It used to take me 45 minutes, and I've managed to shave 20 minutes off. I deserve a gold medal for this!

7.30am
Cardio work-out starts. As I open up the mail-box and sees the long list of emails from the client, my pulse started to pick-up. With every email that I open up to read, my heart rate increases until I reach my peak, and I go into over-drive. At this point, my heart is racing. My blood is coursing through my veins like rally cars in a Grand Prix race. My ears are pounding with the blood rushing to my head. The adrenaline surges, and I start to hyperventilate.

8am - 12pm
To further improve my body's stamina, extra training is required to make sure the body is in tip-top shape, and able to survive high surges of stress and frustration. Long conference calls with many many parties involved are the best form of circuit training. It improves stress and irritation stamina, hones your abilities to sift through talk that doesn't mean anything, and teaches your body to go through the motions with the fake laughs and insincere compliments.

12pm - 5pm
Interrupted bursts of short trainings. Short sprints up and down from first-level office to the 2nd-lavel office. Quick curt conversations which sends pulse racing and blood pressure climbing. Polite squabbles which teaches the art of passing lie detector tests - by appearing calm on the outside while boiling with rage on the inside. Also, more meetings and more phone calls from the clients.

5pm - 11pm
A frenzied race to the finish! I had better work harder and faster than I've ever worked in my life at this point! Because the client wants everything now, now, NOW! No mercy! No sleep, no dinner, no food. They just want it NOW!

Adrenaline rushes through the body like flood waters. Surge after surge of adrenaline courses through the body, as I type frantically at my computer. The heart beats unrelentlessly, trying to keep up with the adrenaline surges. Electrical pulses sparks within the brain, as the brain attempts to squeeze out every once of creativity and idea to meet the deadline which is lit-up in bold neon lights in the conscious mind.

At the final burst, as the brain activity climbs to the climax, the brain lobes almost tremble with the activity of it all. With cranial activity reaching to the hilt, it is almost threatening to explode into millions of bloodied pieces of flesh strewn all over the floor like some CSI episode. I finally threw in the towel, flung up my hands in despair and collapsed into a heap unto the floor.

There! All done! Finally. I can go home.

1am - 6am
I toss. I turn. I flip. I kick. I bite. I dream. I laugh. I have nightmares!

After 6 continuous ideas of horizontal exercising, it's time to wake up again!


So you all now know how I keep my figure so perfectly....

Evil Genius

My most ardent fans have been complaining about my all too infrequent blogging nowadays.

Sigh! I know you've missed me and all my nonsense. But I guess that's the thing about us geniuses. Though we're exceeding talented and gifted and are the most amazing of people, we're also unpredicatable and susceptible to temparaments and mood swings and periods of deep profound silence.

(At this point of time, I can just imagine everybody who's reading this throwing up..)

I must admit that it's not easy being a genius - the pressure of the knowledge of knowing one's incredible abilities. If not for the fact that I'm so amazingly well-balanced and down-to-earth (being a project manager definitely helps keeping me sensible and level-headed), I might have knuckled under the stress a long time ago, and ended up in some mental asylum.

Genius has its perils. Everybody wants a piece of my brilliance, so that they can lay claims to knowing me when I become famous and rich and popular. And Genius needs plenty of sustenance to keep it burning, sustenance in the form of, for example, food and high-calcium horlicks and money.

Most of all, Genius is a little mad. But as Shakespeare so aptly phrases it, there is some method in my madness, just that the method is so obscure, even I can't spot it!