23 December 2007, Sunday, 0101 hrs
2007 summary
It may sound weird but I am now taking stock of the happenings for 2007. Theoretically, I have 8 more days to 2008, but since I will be away to France from Christmas eve to January 1, 2008, I do not have much time to pen my journal if I do not do so quickly.
I may have done a quick preliminary check list in my previous write-up, but I guess no harm doing a slightly more detailed one since it ain't gonna cost me any cent nor effort.
Family
Nothing much have changed, my family still does the usual throat-strangling sessions and the nomads movement during crisis. But I must say that my tolerance level towards my dad has improved. Somehow, I managed and mastered the skill of one-ear-in-and-one-ear-out. Not easy. But the tolerance must be damn high and you bet, always keep your ears open metaphorically, so that the harmful 'decibels' can filter through the passage via the brain system from one end to the other. And with this, I a-l-w-a-ys dodge my way whenever he comes through the door. He needs his space more than I do, and I gladly give him the space he needed to avoid any father-and-son friction. Thank God to telecommuting, and I have been applying whenever necessary to help out at home for some reason. This draws me closer to Bryant, Carissa and Chloe. I am always known as the uncle who whacks their backside whenever they misbehave and the uncle who brings home I-weekly every Monday for them to flip. Since mom was diagnosed with uterine prolapse again, we have no choice but to decide and go against our hearts to enrol them in a childcare, effective early January. Believe me, I am very sad. But this is the best option since mom can no longer carry heavy stuff after her surgery, and the twins are now equivalent to a sack of rice each. They have always been a part of me, and me, being a surrogate father for this long since their birth, I know I am gonna cry the day when they start their new chapter in childcare.
I'd rather quickly brush off this topic. I am a complete nutcase when it comes to savings. Some how the funds in the bank seem to get stagnant after that peak amount. And reference to 2006's year end mark, I am as good as increasing the fund by merely a 8%, that's probably a few hundred bucks. Damn pathetic and embarrassing. Sigh. I need a financial advisor.
Love
Failed, F9, flop, simply mission unaccomplished. Still this single me, living in my bachelorhood. I need a cupid.
Work
Still stuck in my senior officer role. In fact, I've never wanted to be a manager, I just need a comfortable salary that can make my day breathe and I'll be contented in many ways. I have been tasked to manage projects that are beyond my capacity and despite all those talks and reminders, Andrew refuses to acknowledge my stress and difficulties. What else can I say and do besides tendering, which I am not prepared to do so now. I love the flexibility of timing in work place. To-comfortable-to move is what I meant in English I guess. When I told Anthony on Friday evening that I would rather hit off the farm than be a fonctionaire, he chuckled and shook me that it ain't any easier being a farmer. He spent 12 months idling in New Zealand and spending time catching up with his family, to realise life is probably easier here than back in hometown. A very different perspective from a kiwi.
Health
Not getting any fitter is all I can say here. Was supposed to get the six packs by I-can't-remember-when-though, and guess what? My abs are still a United Nation. I really swear to myself now that I will work hard in the new year to achieve my Bruce Lee's wash bod. Hit the gym more dude!
Voila, that's all I have for 2007 in summary, and I wish myself here a Happy Christmas and Fabulous new year on board KLM. Can't believe I'm really flying to France. For this, I thank everyone who made this trip possible. Thank you and have a joyous and healthy year ahead.
2007 summary
It may sound weird but I am now taking stock of the happenings for 2007. Theoretically, I have 8 more days to 2008, but since I will be away to France from Christmas eve to January 1, 2008, I do not have much time to pen my journal if I do not do so quickly.
I may have done a quick preliminary check list in my previous write-up, but I guess no harm doing a slightly more detailed one since it ain't gonna cost me any cent nor effort.
Family
Nothing much have changed, my family still does the usual throat-strangling sessions and the nomads movement during crisis. But I must say that my tolerance level towards my dad has improved. Somehow, I managed and mastered the skill of one-ear-in-and-one-ear-out. Not easy. But the tolerance must be damn high and you bet, always keep your ears open metaphorically, so that the harmful 'decibels' can filter through the passage via the brain system from one end to the other. And with this, I a-l-w-a-ys dodge my way whenever he comes through the door. He needs his space more than I do, and I gladly give him the space he needed to avoid any father-and-son friction. Thank God to telecommuting, and I have been applying whenever necessary to help out at home for some reason. This draws me closer to Bryant, Carissa and Chloe. I am always known as the uncle who whacks their backside whenever they misbehave and the uncle who brings home I-weekly every Monday for them to flip. Since mom was diagnosed with uterine prolapse again, we have no choice but to decide and go against our hearts to enrol them in a childcare, effective early January. Believe me, I am very sad. But this is the best option since mom can no longer carry heavy stuff after her surgery, and the twins are now equivalent to a sack of rice each. They have always been a part of me, and me, being a surrogate father for this long since their birth, I know I am gonna cry the day when they start their new chapter in childcare.
Friends
Somehow the relationship with my army mates are stitching back, especially after the Christmas exchange night at California Kitchen. I treasure that. I do hope that things will blossom back to its past and in fact, to a much more beautified scene. We'll see. EduTrav's kakis remain as closely knit as before - nothing much moved actually. And of course, the Quartet, SY, LH, YX and WB - still trying to meet up as often as we can despite our packed schedules. But I thought, somehow, I'm talking more to YX as before too, a slight improvement i supposed.
I'd rather quickly brush off this topic. I am a complete nutcase when it comes to savings. Some how the funds in the bank seem to get stagnant after that peak amount. And reference to 2006's year end mark, I am as good as increasing the fund by merely a 8%, that's probably a few hundred bucks. Damn pathetic and embarrassing. Sigh. I need a financial advisor.
Love
Failed, F9, flop, simply mission unaccomplished. Still this single me, living in my bachelorhood. I need a cupid.
Work
Still stuck in my senior officer role. In fact, I've never wanted to be a manager, I just need a comfortable salary that can make my day breathe and I'll be contented in many ways. I have been tasked to manage projects that are beyond my capacity and despite all those talks and reminders, Andrew refuses to acknowledge my stress and difficulties. What else can I say and do besides tendering, which I am not prepared to do so now. I love the flexibility of timing in work place. To-comfortable-to move is what I meant in English I guess. When I told Anthony on Friday evening that I would rather hit off the farm than be a fonctionaire, he chuckled and shook me that it ain't any easier being a farmer. He spent 12 months idling in New Zealand and spending time catching up with his family, to realise life is probably easier here than back in hometown. A very different perspective from a kiwi.
Health
Not getting any fitter is all I can say here. Was supposed to get the six packs by I-can't-remember-when-though, and guess what? My abs are still a United Nation. I really swear to myself now that I will work hard in the new year to achieve my Bruce Lee's wash bod. Hit the gym more dude!
Voila, that's all I have for 2007 in summary, and I wish myself here a Happy Christmas and Fabulous new year on board KLM. Can't believe I'm really flying to France. For this, I thank everyone who made this trip possible. Thank you and have a joyous and healthy year ahead.
posted by chilliseedz at Sunday, December 23, 2007
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