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Good Eighteen

Had tonnes of things to share initially but can't really pin those words down. 

All I can say is -- it's a good thing that I have a best friend; it's a good thing that she existed

LIFE IS GOOD

| LIFE IS GOOD | : | LIFE IS GOOD | : | LIFE IS GOOD |

2 months of preparations, liaising and correspondences, only to realize that my shortlisted venue #1 is not open for booking on the day of my reception | LIFE IS GOOD | Why am I so careless?! I listed every detail but the day! The year, the month, the time, the duration, no. of pax, the food but the date! | LIFE IS GOOD | I am moreover scheduled for a presentation for this proposal next week with the biggest bean of the company | LIFE IS GOOD |

My inbox is full. My emails can't be sent | LIFE IS GOOD | deleted everything I can but to no avail. | LIFE IS GOOD | I archived. And my archiving was rewarded with an error message. Outlook crashed. Emails gone. ALL gone | LIFE IS GOOD | My IT manager is on holiday. | LIFE IS GOOD | Restarted my computer 9 times. It crashed. | LIFE IS GOOD |

It’s morning. It’s too much to digest. I walked out of office and headed to the toilet for fresh air. | LIFE IS GOOD | Morning gone. No work done. Plenty on the plate.

Last resort, used webmail. Survived the afternoon. Stayed back in the evening to work on what I can, with fragile hopes to get things done. Outlook can now be opened, but in selected areas. Yes. | LIFE IS GOOD | Send send send emails. Blast them all. 8.00pm. Go home time.

Squinted through everything and to my greatest HORROR, spotted all my sent emails sitting idiotically in the outbox. | LIFE IS GOOD |  Click to open the outbox folder, outlook crashed. Restarted my computer, reopened my outlook and comes horror II. Emails gone. Draft box empty, outbox empty, sent box empty. | LIFE IS GOOD | Where’re my emails? Where’re the many emails I’ve just sent? Where are all the work I’ve stayed back to complete? | LIFE IS GOOD |

Can't go home. Digest that | LIFE IS GOOD |

9pm. I should go. Cool.dry.breezy weather when walking out of office. Wet.liquid.heavy drops of rain when I stepped out of train. | LIFE IS GOOD | Walked home in the rain. Hair wet, body wet, shoes wet. And cracked. | LIFE IS GOOD |

10pm. I'm homed. | LIFE IS GOOD | Locked the gate, dropped my bag, started on the jar of chocolates. One by one I shoved it down | LIFE IS GOOD |

I bathed. With a background music of my neighbour’s scary voice in the middle of the night, singing.

| LIFE IS GOOD |


But above all, I have my best friend so | LIFE IS GOOD |

Rainy Night

Feet wet, shoulders cracked, I feel tired.

I was tired. I am tired. I have been tired.

Red eyes stayed with me for a couple of days now and office is my second home. I think the war has begun. Month of September appears to be somewhat a re-awakened nightmare. 

Actually, I’m just exaggerating =.=

It’s true that work has now started swarming in, but it’s not so bad. Well, not bad because I enjoy my work. And having lots to do make me feel useful to the team.. Not that I was idling away in the previous months.

I am flying tomorrow for a short weekend trip and I can’t help but to worry about my leftovers of the day. Yet again. This trip falls on a really bad time. I was excited, have always been excited to fly. But the when-I-come-back-I-can-die thought just never leaves. Every day, work pile up. Emails streamed in like nobody’s business. There’s too much to do and too little time.

Day by day it ticks away, and day by day I chase. The website counts down the days to the event’s opening, and every time I open my website to see it getting lesser and lesser, closer and closer, and I get crazier and crazier.

I refuse to camp in the office. And I will continue refusing. Though I might already have given in.

Mentality is important.

Thankfully I don’t own a company’s phone. Otherwise I will go crazier even sooner. The ringings and blinkings of the idiotic Blackberry still haunt me because of the previous job I had.. No kidding.

Still, I am getting myself a new phone. Shockingly, a Blackberry. I like the QWERTY keypad and honestly, Blackberry is a very good business phone. I know because I’ve used it so much that it could have cracked if it’s not this “strong”. Dad says model 9900 will be a good buy. I googled. Oof. The slick and slim design. Yes, it shall soon be mine.

Speaking of which, since I’m happily typing away here.. piece of joke: I was so shagged that I could sleep in the train standing (not like I’ve never done it before; it was embarrassing when my legs gave way), I was later crushed awake by the huge crowd forcing in and squashed in between those high protein guys who smelt like an aftertaste of something sour. The crowd, the crowd! The body odor at the end of the day. The hair and the sweat! Goodness.

That isn’t the highlight anyway. What amused me was this Chinese old man standing beside who gave me the impression that he will spit vulgarities at anyone who appears to be a stigma in his eye. Well, I was half right. He typed “Fucking MRT very crowded” on his pretty crimson colored Nokia touch-screen phone. For his age, great taste! Anyway King of jokes. I will never imagine him to type these words. Language.

This is funny. Though I’m not laughing. But seriously, this is hilarious!

Polished

There are occasions when I feel really lost. Lost in the world, in thoughts, in life, in busyness. But some little meet ups and gatherings do bring me back in time. Old gems and new diamonds, familiar faces and new friends. 

For a long time now, maybe it's not just to show your face and teeth. It's a genuine appearance.

The clock might not tick backwards for you, but friends can bring memories that's however archaic, forward.