Nothing really, well, except for those arms.
I should stop this rambling and look for brain soap.
Tuesday, 16 April 2013
There is nothing sexier than a man who is impassioned and totally engrossed in what he is doing.
Nothing really, well, except for those arms.
I should stop this rambling and look for brain soap.
Nothing really, well, except for those arms.
I should stop this rambling and look for brain soap.
Thursday, 14 March 2013
This time last year
It feels really good that special memories hang there at the back of your mind like it just happened yesterday.
St. Pat's day spent in Chicago with Z, 2012. How lovely is this memory. It shines like a bright spark in my unreliable memory. It was beautiful because it was spent with someone who thinks that I am special, because it was filled with good food, coffee and cheers, because it involved a beautiful city whose charm I just discovered.
One day I hope to go back there, and maybe you'll still be in the city and I will ask you to come with me, to relieve that moment again; once upon a time on a lovely day in the spring break.
St. Pat's day spent in Chicago with Z, 2012. How lovely is this memory. It shines like a bright spark in my unreliable memory. It was beautiful because it was spent with someone who thinks that I am special, because it was filled with good food, coffee and cheers, because it involved a beautiful city whose charm I just discovered.
One day I hope to go back there, and maybe you'll still be in the city and I will ask you to come with me, to relieve that moment again; once upon a time on a lovely day in the spring break.
Wednesday, 13 March 2013
From iPhone
I'm writing this post as I enter almost-peak-hour train. One of the perks of working in the company's where I worked now is that I can end the work day relatively early. It's a lovely feeling to see the sun when you exited the office for the day.
She's in town this week, she my old, quirky friend. She made a decision last year to go back to Indo for good. What a brave girl. I will never be able to do that and I sincerely wish her well.
December last year another friend left too. We are at the point of our lives where we made decisions that make our paths diverge, often a point where they will not converge again.
There a sense of loss, but really it's all about trudging bravely in our own chosen path and say a little prayer that life will be so kind that it will bring us together again, even if for a fleeting moment.
She's in town this week, she my old, quirky friend. She made a decision last year to go back to Indo for good. What a brave girl. I will never be able to do that and I sincerely wish her well.
December last year another friend left too. We are at the point of our lives where we made decisions that make our paths diverge, often a point where they will not converge again.
There a sense of loss, but really it's all about trudging bravely in our own chosen path and say a little prayer that life will be so kind that it will bring us together again, even if for a fleeting moment.
Sunday, 9 September 2012
Today I went to Santouka ramen shop for dinner with some friends. It is a busy, noisy place with some Norah Jones songs playing in the background. Not the kind of music you usually find in places like this, right?
And suddenly, our of nowhere I heard an old, timeless jazz tune that I used to love. "A remark you made" by Weather Report. For most songs, I am drawn to the lyrics first, then the music. I guess for masterpieces like this, words are redundant.
And once this song ended, Ms. Jones was back with her sultry voice. The ramen was good. The company was even better. But that song, making a surprise appearance like that, really needs a special mention.
And suddenly, our of nowhere I heard an old, timeless jazz tune that I used to love. "A remark you made" by Weather Report. For most songs, I am drawn to the lyrics first, then the music. I guess for masterpieces like this, words are redundant.
And once this song ended, Ms. Jones was back with her sultry voice. The ramen was good. The company was even better. But that song, making a surprise appearance like that, really needs a special mention.
Thursday, 6 September 2012
I have been really contented and happy in my new job. It is an absolutely new feeling to me. My job is challenging enough I am effectively engaged to it, I have a great mentor as my direct boss who actually appreciates and thinks highly of my potential. Too good to be true. There must be a catch lurking at the corner, waiting to pounce when I expect it the least. Right? Despite this premonition, I will myself to believe that life actually doesn't have to be mediocre, that I can be sustainably happy.
Today, our big boss announced that my boss will be moving to Sydney office, in one month's time. I'm not ready for this news apparently. I know it will happen sooner or later, since most of the Japanese managers move to a new office after 2 years or so. But I didn't expect it to be so soon. I am really sad when I heard this news. I could feel a huge lump in my throat, burning sensation in my eyes, and blocked nose. Luckily I managed not to cry. It will be unthinkable to show much emotions in a meeting, let alone tears. I almost lost it when he said in the meeting that I was be one of the heaviest consideration for me to move, because I was new to the firm.
Do I believe that he sincerely cares for me? Yes.
Am I happy that he is moving? Yes, because I believe it is a great move forward in his career and his family. No, because I am obviously worried about how I am going to cope after he leaves.
And I wish I could know him better and learn more from him.
So, what now I ask myself? The catch that I have been waiting to happen, has arrived. For the next one month, I want to go to work early and come back late. Every single day. I'm going to take whatever there is left for me to take. And hoping that when the time comes, my emotions would have subsided and no one will even notice the tracks of my tears.
Today, our big boss announced that my boss will be moving to Sydney office, in one month's time. I'm not ready for this news apparently. I know it will happen sooner or later, since most of the Japanese managers move to a new office after 2 years or so. But I didn't expect it to be so soon. I am really sad when I heard this news. I could feel a huge lump in my throat, burning sensation in my eyes, and blocked nose. Luckily I managed not to cry. It will be unthinkable to show much emotions in a meeting, let alone tears. I almost lost it when he said in the meeting that I was be one of the heaviest consideration for me to move, because I was new to the firm.
Do I believe that he sincerely cares for me? Yes.
Am I happy that he is moving? Yes, because I believe it is a great move forward in his career and his family. No, because I am obviously worried about how I am going to cope after he leaves.
And I wish I could know him better and learn more from him.
So, what now I ask myself? The catch that I have been waiting to happen, has arrived. For the next one month, I want to go to work early and come back late. Every single day. I'm going to take whatever there is left for me to take. And hoping that when the time comes, my emotions would have subsided and no one will even notice the tracks of my tears.
