Random Thoughts on Work Life

Random thoughts on work life:

One of the things I learnt from working life is that things can get pretty routine. Day in day out the same routine. For office jobs at least. Not that routines are bad in themselves; sometimes humans need routines - or else the day goes haywire with too many unexpected challenges - a human's capability is only so much.

For quite some time now, I have found it rather an amazing feat for anyone who stays in a job without knowing why they are doing what they do - people who go on everyday for the sake of the money? Even when there's no passion? Even when they are not appreciated at work? Things that everyone else can do as well? Of course then the ideal job is almost impossible to find. Over time, the solution to their predicament is perhaps to resign to fate and just go on. I find it intriguing. Why do they go on?

It is not everyday that you meet someone who genuinely love what they do for a living. When I meet such people, I must remind myself to stop, and converse with them. Yes I must. Such a people are scarcity already in this world.

What is work to you? A life? A routine? A nature that everyone has to adhere to? Or a passion? An admiration for your own abilities? A compensation for the lack of something?

ps: Super randomnye my thoughts.

Joke of the century

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I really hate replies such as these. And they ALWAYS come from people of the same place. So much time to play guessing games???

Reminiscence

Weather: Cloudy perfect.

What I'm doing: Sipping on my Ice Blended White Coffee and nibbling on Kaya & Butter toast, thinking what a perfect afternoon this is.

Thinking about: Lots of things. I think about my parents. Funny how certain thoughts just jump at you after certain things. Of course, it'd been much better if they jumped at you earlier. But oh wells, I guess that's life's favourite game, ain't it?

I suddenly remembered my dad's strong arms, carrying me around. When I was young, alive and kicking...and got myself bruised all over, I remember his gentle fingers rubbing Zam Buk all over the wound to soothe it. While I bravely swallowed the pain.

I remember wailing to my mom one evening how bored I was at home. Because everyone was at work and there was nobody at home for me to play with. (for many years I was an only child). Very promptly, the very next day, she presented me with a book. A colourful "Where's Wallie" book to be precise. I loved it. You find this little tiny guy called Wallie, who's always hidden among even more colourful backgrounds and all sorts of people in a page. It occupied me for hours on end.

I remember going through STPM with much anguish. And I think my parents saw that too. Because the very next day after I finished my last paper, Dad presented me with a cute little teddy bear that wore a graduation robe and hat. I asked "But I haven't graduated from uni yet wor". "Well, you've graduated from STPM already". He smiled.

Er...but that cute little teddy bear is now squashed with my other toys in a box. Waiting to be washed *shy*

And I remember some random nights that I stayed up late during STPM, Mom made some ginseng soup. My grandmother taught us that such ginseng soup is good for revitalising the body's energy flow. Or something like that. Mom would pour out some and put it into a special thermos flask just for me.

I realise that with one more day that I spend with my parents, the one more day that I spend less with them. One day more, one day less. I know that I'm not gonna be around them much longer; after I graduate, God willing, I'd be pursuing dreams - pursue postgrad, which means I'd get less time to spend with them, get married and be busy with my own family, which means I'd get less time to spend with them, work, which means I'd get less time to spend with them. From now till those pursuing of dreams, I only have 2.5 years more only to see them each and every day.

One day, when I should come back to this house which I once called my home, and try to take in the smell of home once again, and try to picture Mom in the kitchen preparing dinner..."Mom, I'm home"...and see Dad coming into the living room after a day in the office and say "Hi Pa"...that one day, I would be painfully aware that, I'm an adult then. And that my parents may not be around anymore. I would long for that familiar smell of home once more and seek for it in my "own house"...and find none. Because it's special smell, that I find only with my parents... and now.

Funny.

Funny what a blissfully perfect afternoon filled with Ice Blended White Coffee & Kaya Butter toast can do.

Currently listening to: Boston - Augustana

My baby...

is finally done!
My so called "short research paper".
Looks can be deceiving though; the bulk of it is hard copies of relevant literature ;)
If you're interested, my paper is/was (?) a study on Indian speakers of English; the difficulties and differences in pronouncing certain phonemes and their stress patterns (intonations)

While inducing the baby to be delivered.
My desk has been this state for quite some weeks now.
Time to clean!

Random shot of a bouquet I got few days back.
Not from the bf...but shhh!
But he's not left out cuz...

This one is from him.
Few weeks old now.
With love from abroad :)

Random photo of my dog, Sausage.

Did you read wrongly?

No, you didn't. Yes, she's Sausage.

Stole this shot when she was napping.

She is superbly camera shy, hence the sleeping shot.

Oh well, let sleeping dogs lie

Leaving you with the most unglam shot of moi,

Au revoir!
And have a nice weekend everyone!

Mooncake Festival 09

Customary at every Mooncake Festival.

Now onto the feast of the night...

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Burning ants and leaves: our favourite game. Jk.

I get quite a kick out of scraping these melted wax.

Family festivals like these are best for...

Goofing around silly.

This is such an ironic shot.

More goofing around.

And now for the real thing...

Durian Mooncake from Shangri-La. They do the best ones. Soft on the outside, creamy durian on the inside. Haven.

"Eaten Mess"? "Beaten Mess"? Can't remember.
Either way, still sweetly delicious!

Leaving you with a shot of moi,

Au Revoir!

My afternoon snack, which I have not had for the longest time.

My grandfather taught me this way to eat this biscuit.

All that's needed: good ol' Hup Seng biscuits and generous dosage of Snow butter

Snow butter's the best cuz the butter just melts upon taking out from fridge

Plus it's smooth on your tongue...mmm

Yummylicious!

Now tell me, do you guys eat Hup Seng biscuits the same way too? I'm interested to know!

To my TESL friends,

Tonight you will be leaving. Haha I remembered and so I called too, few of you :-)

Here's wishing you all the best in that 3 years over there. And after that 3 years when you come back to Malaysia, may you come back and be a competent teacher, remembering all the sacrifices the Malaysian tax payers made for you all, to make this possible.

Last but not least, rajin-rajinlah update kat Facebook dan sebagainya, so that I can kepohchi a bit :-)

It's been nice knowing you guys :-) Keep in touch.