I’m so glad… So glad…

It’s a wonderful world when you have good people around you. Sweet young things who have happy thoughts and wish other people the same…

It’s a Friday…Today, 4 of my fave colleagues gave me a card and present for my birthday. They got me a really nice bag that’s patent brown leather and it’s really big and roomy too… And they tricked me into thinking that they only got me a card… A postcard. (Minnie, Xiu Ting, Simha and Aishah, if you’re reading this: pandi cuties!!)

Let me tell you the mini-story:-

All four wrote on the Singapore postcard in different colors and gave it to me at my table. I initially thought I was being ambushed or something. Then they gave me the card and said that they were low on buckaroos so they could only get me a card. But truth be told, I was not even expecting the card. It was the goodwill and happiness that mattered the most. And then they dispersed… Later, as Corinne was speaking to me, they came back to my table and asked me to put the card down. So, I even had a fleeting thought that they were all going to pelt me with something, but given it was the middle of the office, I held my hopes up. And then, they gave me my prezzie… And what did I do? I screamed and clapped my hands like a dumb blondie. I cannot believe I actually did that… Sighzzz, like a bird-brain…

And so, that was it… My prezzie and the wonderful card… They then explained that it was in the planning for quite sometime already… Damn, I felt like a fool… But I must say that it was a well-executed plan… I better stop here, lest they really do pelt me with eggs and tomatoes…


Love Ya Babes!!!

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A Revelation or Confession?...

Another day; Tuesday. Another week of work. We’re gonna be playing badminton today during lunch… Excited ‘cus I haven’t played badminton in so many years. I’m a tennis girl unfortunately. So, to play my childhood game is gonna be so fun, I hope… :-)

Valentine’s Day came and went. Still a swinging single. Well, maybe not swinging as much considering my busy schedule these days. But still single. So what does that say for me? Nothing actually. You pass the day with a little tinge of sadness and lack of direction in your love life and then when night passes and morning comes, you move on.

I do often get people who shoot me the look that asks: Why have I not met anyone yet? Someone whom I might actually consider spending my exclusive time with? Purely because I simply don’t have that big a circle with Indians in it at all to meet such a person in the first place. I grew up with a multi-racial childhood and pre-dominantly Chinese teenage years. When you don’t have “access” or exposure to a large number of people of your own kind, it gets tough to re-associate yourself back with them when you become an adult ya know. I experienced a similar “transition period” a few years ago and one thing’s for sure: It can be tough; really tough.

I had trouble identifying myself with any common matters and could barely keep a conversation with people. What was there to talk about? I didn’t watch their movies, listen to their music or go to the same schools as them. I was different; and they knew it too. I was never close to my relatives either. Firstly, our values do not match on any level (‘til today) at all; neither do our thought planes nor our geographic locations. But I never once paused to wonder if my difference was a bane or boon. It differed with contexts.

I know it sounds sad (and many felt; arrogant) that I’m so detached but there it is. It is cemented and there’s nothing to be done. I found my way back eventually; by learning about people’s lives and their habits and cultures. It’s not easy when culture is something people relate to emotionally. When you don’t feel that association, it can be difficult to understand customs and traditions. I’m much more religious now than I was before. I have learnt a couple of life lessons along the way too… Its part of growing up I guess.

I’m tired; of being nice all the time. The guilt imposed upon me by society of not blending in with my own kind is long drawn out and it’s about time it ends. I’m losing my patience more often and I do realize. I’ve started to live for my likes and preferences; so forgive me in advance if I differ from your views and opinions. Another lesson that’s given me a gentle reminder is that every time I pity someone, they try to be smart by accomplishing things behind my back. I’m an extremely forgiving person because I believe in the best of people. They should be very glad that I don’t follow this mantra: - “Follow my advice and become great in your life. But try your funny tricks on me and I’ll destroy you before getting back to my own work.” --> A person I do not wish to name once told me this. Frankly, that’s the funniest line I ever heard anyone say about themselves. I wouldn’t actually waste my time with such people; unless they step on my toes directly. Try it and then you’ll see… :-)


And I have now also realized and acknowledge that I’ve revealed more emotions here than I had intended to… Oops…
(I do not intend for any offence at the contents of my post. They are the opinions of one person alone. Me. No offense intended to any particular racial division either. )

- By the way, this is one my most fave pictures of our wonderful Earth. Can you guess what it is? It's a rare uninterrupted shot of our South Pole, with it's wind systems and movement patterns showing. A very rare, beautiful shot indeed.


~~Cheers~~

When life deals you something totally contrary to your dreams, what do you do? Can anyone help you?

If you’re all alone in this, would you fight or leave/ run away from it all? It’s cowardice to run; I’ve been there once before and know it well. Once lost, it can never be salvaged because it is no longer there… It has been lost; an opportunity gone.

There is nowhere to run. Face it, face it like a person. Cry, and wail on the inside as much as you would need to feel better. And then, straighten up and face it. It’s right there, you can’t ignore it. Your demons.

“Don’t you ever cry out loud; such weakness makes you ordinary.” A brave proposition but how many take it?

To hold to something for years and then loosen the grip in a moment is a very painful loss. Not for those around, but the subject itself. There is a fall; it still seems to be falling; but is there a hand/palm for it to be caught in time?

Question, questions, questions… Only we can answer them. How shall I answer them?

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