Not another backlash

I am still trying to get used to viewing my page with this baby. Feedback, please.

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I was just reading Sam's Zorpia page. Plans change, people change. At the very least, your outlook of life change as the years pass. One thing certain is the feelings you harbour. Sam's being his usual ranting self of extolling his strong feelings of dislike for his country of birth.

*applause*

How many of us residing here are that vocal ? It's those silent, unheard voices that shows the staunchest support. Support for the apathetic way of life. We have no say whatsoever, just get on with our daily grind.

There are numerous weblogs out there, ridiculing the way Singapore is run. Everyone with their own conspiracy theories.

Then there are the ones who supports our idea of democracy. They are the ones who believe in the well-run public transport (even though the prices keep going up, and never down), health care services, the availability of work (and I still don't understand why expatriates are those who hailed from Western countries, whereas foreign workers are usually labels for Asians) and the good mix of Western (mainly American) idealogies firmly attached to our Eastern roots (like we have any say in it).

One thing is for certain. This country in its setting works. Maybe Sam will have a say in this post of mine. Who am I to compare the "greatness" of this city when well, the furthest I'd been is just across the causeway. Travelling the world opens up your perspective of the way of life of the other six point something billion people on earth. It's supposed to be an enriching experience, not for criticisms. Some may say I may not have known better, having never left Singapore for extended period of stay to wherever (like the proverbial frog stuck at the bottom of a well).

Yes, I agree. Limited in travel experience does not equate limited in knowledge. I for one do not want to go out to the big unknown just to tell myself, Sinagpore sucks. It's like cutting my nose to spite my face. Am I happy here ? Some days. Will I be better off in someplace else ? I don't know. Will I take the chance to find out ? Perhaps someday. Until then, let's just say I have roots here and other people (and cats) depending on me. For the time being, I am content.

Oh, yer of little fun !

I am sure feeling frisky tonight. He's still out of town and will only be back the week of National Day. He's always good fun to get those pesky hormones in check. Ah, how I miss him so.

And so here I am banging away on my keyboards. Bored to death. Nothing worth watching on the gogglebox. Too brain dead to read anything. I am just staring at the small, small monitor of my old PC.

Yeap, it's still going strong. Unbelievable what a little sprucing up of the innards can do to an almost 7 year old comp.

The plan was to go back to the office today. But then when you are not supposed to be on duty, the very chance of you (me) turning up is well, unlikely. To be honest, I'd rather spent my off weekends lolling about and having a bit of naff with him. I did the lolling bit. But he's not online now. Oh wells. I guess I'd probably see him online later.

Right then. I am done banging the keys. Crappy rendition of "Memories" on the radio. I can't believe how daft the station manager is. Playing other versions of the old classics. It almost made me want to switch over to the next station. And I just might if the station decides to change any of the lineup of deejays.

*huffs*

Don't sleep in the subway, darling

I am so sleepy !

I can't believe that when I left the office early yesterday it was just for a cozy night with the double bed. My intentions were pure. I wanted to actually attempt to try to complete my outstanding editing job. Sad to say, the call of the wide mattress and cool breeze won.

I spent 3 hours blitzing through an old book by Jill Mansell. Old as in, it was published in 1998. If I didn't have to wake up and work today, I'd stayed up until I'd finished the entire book.

I just cannot resist it. It's a futile effort. It's almost like trying to hold your breath in. No matter how much you can hold it in, you eventually have to exhale and then inhale.

Scary thought, eh ?

*shudders*

Bellyful of D-U-R-I-A-N-S !

My sisters came over today. My eldest with her brood of four and the youngest by her lonesome self. And yes, both are married. However, try as you might, you won't ever be able to catch the "guys" of the family together too often. Well, with the exception of my nephew, the only other male presence are the cats.

I guess, it's true then. A family of girls will always be comfy with an all girls situation. And the males ? They banished themselves to the outer reaches of the family unit. Case in point, my dad.

I guess if I want to make a change, I have to start with me. So, does that mean my guy must never, ever be a no-show ?

*winks*

Purging - I need you

I was inspired.

Yesterday, at the lunch @ R's I realised, not everyone lives as slovenly as I do. Appearances are deceiving. Preconceived notions are not always advantageous.

And so I got to work.

Rearranging, vaccuming, washing and dusting of my room. There now, doesn't that look lovely ?

But then again, wanna bet how long this state of cleanliness will last ?

And ooh when we kiss, we could not stop

Tons of work to be completed. I know, I know I've been harping about my unfinished work every single post. I can't help it, though. I have to bring work home and that's where the fun ends. I wish I could be more magnanimous and share my workload. Not as fun as it may sound.

No one in the office wants my load. I sometimes think I should unload. Sadly, there are no takers. Fortunately (or rather, unfortunately) my social life has gone down the drain. Zilch. Zip. Zero. Nada. Nil. None.

*sighs*

Ole devil called work !

I am the last one to leave the office today. Telling myself that I can continue tomorrow is pointless.

It's true that work will never finish, and that I need to prioritise the important and the urgent stuff. But then, every single piece that lands on my table are of the utmost importance and urgency. Tell me then what's a girl to do ?

Overtime like mad lah !

Okay, I am prioritising now, I need to pack up and leave. Well. Take care all. Talk soon.