Feb 24, '09

I'm already known for quite a few things already at work.
1. Kei's always cold.
2. Kei's crazy because she doesn't eat raw eggs.
3. Kei's an Asian female.
It's funny how fast reputations develop.

"Ignorance of the law and absence of the police doesn't mean you can commit the crime," I was told today. i.e. If you are aware of something, it is your responsibility to deal appropriately with the situation. i.e to the i.e: Know about the bomb threat? Report, even if you can't be bothered.

After all that, I still can't be bothered. Why dig up buried ants?

Sweet revenge.

There's just one bad thing about revenge: guilt. The guilt of doing something wrong, the guilt of doing something you hate, the guilt of hurting someone even if you sincerely believe it is deserved.

Sweet revenge, I define, is when the aforementioned revenge is conducted by an independent third party.

Smile, justice is arriving.

Feb 21, '09

...???

!!!!!!!!!!!

@*(&*(!!!

Look to the sky. All black. All clear. Except for the one star. The one little star that has to mess up everything. One little spot that makes it no longer pure, no longer spotless. One little piece of XXXX.

"i've
become so numb
i can't feel you there
become so tired
so much more aware
i'm becoming this
all i want to do
is be more like me
and be less like you"

Unbelievable.

The apple was told about a bomb threat. The apple knows that the orange should be informed as the orange will be in near vicinity of this said bomb. The apple knows that the orange could only possibly hear this message from the apple. But the orange hasn't really been listening to the apple. The apple also doesn't really care if the orange is splattered into six million pieces. What will the apple do?

The orchestra is playing your song. Movement by movement, piece by piece, the song unravels your story. Slides and slides of memories. even the smell is coming back.

and.that's.when.you.stop.

Feb 19, '09

Need to stop and breathe for a sec.

Wait...
Wait a bit longer...

Ok, one second is over. Back to real life.

"I'm sorry, I'm late." I hear myself saying that a lot these days.
"I'm sorry, I COMPLETELY forgot!" I hear myself saying that quite frequently these days.

It's come to the stage where I'm talking on the phone to someone and they'll ask me if I have dinner plans, and I literally need to hang up on them to check my phone diary to see if I do because my brain has seemed to have completely lost it's capability to remember short-term stuff. I'm glad we have LotusNotes and constant automatic meeting reminders at work. It saves my life.

I've decided I don't trust my memory anymore. Either that, or I have too much to remember so every detail I can possibly write down and put out of my memory, I do. Before, reminders were like: pay rent or pick up someone from airport at this time from this flight. Recently, reminders started to include things like do groceries, call XX. Even more recently, reminders became more like, call XX at 8:30pm to ask about A and B as well as to discuss C and remind to SMS D where A, B, C and D are clearly defined and written down such that there is no way I can forget.

And even with all this, I'm still always late and completely forgetting about things.

Sighs.

BED TIME.

Reminder to self, before bedtime:
- Get out tomorrow's clothes.
- Turn off computer.
- Turn off lights.
- Go onto bed.
- Close eyes.
- Think about pink elephants.

Right, better quickly get to doing that before I forget about it again.

Good night.

The furnace.

There were rows of flames shooting off the ground.
There were columns of flames spurting across the walls.

Even with the most protective of gear, one can feel the heat penetrating against one's skin, the smell of the burning is almost too much to bear.

Everything about the furnace is screaming out beware, danger, do not enter.

You inch in. You inch in closer. And even closer than that.

You are on fire. You are one with the fire.

Burning, flaming.

Slowly but surely, turning into ash.
Slowly but surely, returning to where you came from.

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Something I heard today.

"Yes, it's a mistake. I know it's a mistake but there are certain things in life where you know its a mistake but you don't really know it's a mistake because the only way to know it's a mistake is to make the mistake and look back and saym 'Yup, that was a mistake'. So really, the bigger mistake is to not make the mistake because then you go your whole life not knowing if something is a mistake."

Some of the best experiences, and most certainly, the greatest learnings, are from the biggest mistakes.

Take the risk, make the mistake.

Tommy.

Tommy went to school yesterday.
Tommy ate chocolate cake at school yesterday.

Tommy went to school today.
Tommy ate chocolate cake at school today.

Tommy goes to school everyday.
Tommy eats chocolate cake at school everday.

Yesterday, it tasted like chocolate cake.
Today, it takes like chocolate cake.
Tomorrow, it will taste like chocolate cake.

But today, there was a strong distinct jellybean aftertaste - one that goes to head, one that shakes the soul.

Who knows what tomorrow will bring?

Tommy doesn't like jellybeans.

Feb 8, '08

- It is quite incredible the devastation the heat has caused VIC (not in a good way).
- I've decided I'm not that against Koko Black anymore. Still not a fan of their chocolate drinks, but at least they know how to make a real cappucino.
- The weather was great today. In fact last night, I just stood in the courtyard behind my house for quite a while really just allowing my skin to take in the cool air. It sent exciting signals to my brain; yes, that's how much I miss cool weather.
- Sometimes I forget why I talk to people. Yesterday I was reminded of one reason - talking sometimes leads to validation. Validation from others that you are not out of your mind and that the feelings are justified.
- First weekend as a working person was good =)

Once upon a time, there was a pig.

The pig knew a cow.
The pig knew the cow for a long, long time.

One day, the pig leaves.
The pig goes somewhere far, far away.

One day, the pig comes back.
The pig sees the cow.
The cow sees the pig.

The pig doesn't recognize the cow.

The pig is sad.

... and they all lived happily ever after.

Feb 2, '09

Lots to handle, lots to do, lots to sort out. Going to prioritize, to handle one thing at a time. Mind could probably handle about two or three things at a time, but for overall purposes, one at a time will probably prove most beneficial.

Hence, for the last week or so, have been putting away things I once considered important. Hence, for the last few days, there are so many things I have not been bothered to follow up with.

Nevertheless, these things are important. I should not forget it. I should not be lazy. I should not put it aside for too long lest I forget about it forever.

Once upon a time, I did not think it was possible. Today, I am thinking it is quite likely.

Yes, one task at a time. But don't prolong it for too long.

Don't forget, don't give up.

Some things are worth fighting for.