8 November 2006, Wednesday, 11.48pm
Staff Day Eve
Can't believe my last pen-down was 24 Oct, that's a couple of weeks back. Been busy at work, and at home. You bet. Carissa has officially moved in with me and in fact, she's my room mate now. A noisy one. Her shrillls that hit millions of decibel can either deafen you, or make you lose your sanity. In some nights, I have to forklift myself out of bed to feed her when she fills my room with her vocal, and I guess this has taken a toll on me. I'm getting restless at work and my concentration level plunges as the day passes by. There were a few discussions when I actually lost my train of thoughts and I went "eh... what did I just say?" Bad. Real bad. I hope I can get accustom to this soon, else I'm not sure how bad will it affect my spiritual self.
Thank God, Olivier pulled me out this evening so that I can be away from the Punggol Twins for some hours. I was spared from their cries. Phew. Spending time with this old friend is so valuable. It feels as if I am talking to Oprah Winfrey. Oli counsels me, opens my thinking of life, jokes the fun out of blonds (himself being one), blah blah, blah... it never gets stale in the conversation. However, his philosophy is way too extreme for me to comprehend at times, perhaps it's the way how a French thinks? Beats me. This old French friend of mine just could not get his mind off work too. Has been the case since I knew him. Actually he's not the only French I know who worries about their backlogs at work. Valerie, Alex, Alexandre, Franck all my former school mates had the same mentality. Isn't that puzzling, especially when I thought Europeans are more liberal and more relax in terms of their attitude towards their work? Whatever. So Oli said he is planning to get another pair of wings, ie tattoo. Jokingly, I asked him how high and far he intends to fly, he has already a big pair of wings at his back! And he asked how many ships do I want to harbour with the anchor tattoo! What a witty reply. And yeah, I received another French book from Oli again. Sounds as if I am an avid and fluent French book reader, but, not! Hahaaa... as I feedback that previous novel was too hard to read, he bought this book which seems slightly easier to comprehend. Flipped through the pages and kind of saw more familiar words than the others that he gave. Anyway, I enjoy talking to this Parisien who has a complete different mindset from many of us. Refreshing. But something which he could not understand is my fantasy of being a farmer. He's afterall a true blue city dweller who loves cosmopolitan life.
Time check: 12.28am. Staff day will commence in nine hours time. arghhhhhhh! Kan ni nah, a complete waste of time.
Staff Day Eve
Can't believe my last pen-down was 24 Oct, that's a couple of weeks back. Been busy at work, and at home. You bet. Carissa has officially moved in with me and in fact, she's my room mate now. A noisy one. Her shrillls that hit millions of decibel can either deafen you, or make you lose your sanity. In some nights, I have to forklift myself out of bed to feed her when she fills my room with her vocal, and I guess this has taken a toll on me. I'm getting restless at work and my concentration level plunges as the day passes by. There were a few discussions when I actually lost my train of thoughts and I went "eh... what did I just say?" Bad. Real bad. I hope I can get accustom to this soon, else I'm not sure how bad will it affect my spiritual self.
Thank God, Olivier pulled me out this evening so that I can be away from the Punggol Twins for some hours. I was spared from their cries. Phew. Spending time with this old friend is so valuable. It feels as if I am talking to Oprah Winfrey. Oli counsels me, opens my thinking of life, jokes the fun out of blonds (himself being one), blah blah, blah... it never gets stale in the conversation. However, his philosophy is way too extreme for me to comprehend at times, perhaps it's the way how a French thinks? Beats me. This old French friend of mine just could not get his mind off work too. Has been the case since I knew him. Actually he's not the only French I know who worries about their backlogs at work. Valerie, Alex, Alexandre, Franck all my former school mates had the same mentality. Isn't that puzzling, especially when I thought Europeans are more liberal and more relax in terms of their attitude towards their work? Whatever. So Oli said he is planning to get another pair of wings, ie tattoo. Jokingly, I asked him how high and far he intends to fly, he has already a big pair of wings at his back! And he asked how many ships do I want to harbour with the anchor tattoo! What a witty reply. And yeah, I received another French book from Oli again. Sounds as if I am an avid and fluent French book reader, but, not! Hahaaa... as I feedback that previous novel was too hard to read, he bought this book which seems slightly easier to comprehend. Flipped through the pages and kind of saw more familiar words than the others that he gave. Anyway, I enjoy talking to this Parisien who has a complete different mindset from many of us. Refreshing. But something which he could not understand is my fantasy of being a farmer. He's afterall a true blue city dweller who loves cosmopolitan life.
Time check: 12.28am. Staff day will commence in nine hours time. arghhhhhhh! Kan ni nah, a complete waste of time.
posted by chilliseedz at Wednesday, November 08, 2006
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