Thursday, December 28, 2006

waiting AGAIN

I'm waiting again, but this time, it SUCKS. Why? Coz one thing affects so many people.

I'm waiting on an E from my client. She has sent it about half an hour ago. I still haven't got it. It's because of that earthquake that disrupted the internet connection all around Asia.

While I'm waiting, my designer has also been waiting. So that he can finish up this last bit and zip it off to our client.

While we're waiting, our love ones are waiting for us. I'm sure his wife is waiting for him, especially with the amount of latenights he's been pulling on this job. EK is also waiting for me in Orchard. And there I thought today, I could for once be on time or even early for him. Nope. I'm late AGAIN. I want to catch a cab down but it's raining so basically it's hard to catch a cab. On top of that, I don't have cash in my wallet, which means I'll have to draw money which is more waiting for EK.

My client IT side is hence waiting for us to complete this job and send it across to them so they can code. Yes, it's a vicious wait. And no one knows how long we need to wait. That stupid mail could be travelling across to the other side of the world and back for all we know. Bah.

I hate waiting. Especially when I'm not the only one affected by it. People are waiting for me!!

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Santa Heard Me

Last year, my christmas wish could have been expressed through one song sung by Britney Spears:


Ooh yeah
Last night [year] I took a walk in the snow
Couples holding hands, places to go
Seems like everyone but me is in love
Santa, can you hear me ?

I sign my letter that I sealed with a kiss
I send it off and just said this
I know exactly what I want this year
Santa, can you hear me ?

I want my baby, baby
I want someone to love me someone to hold
Maybe, Maybe
Be all my own in a big red bow
Santa, can you hear me ?
I have been so good this year
And all I want is one thing
Tell me my true love is here
He's all I want just for me
Underneath my Christmas tree
I’ll be waiting here
Santa that’s my only wish this year.

Christmas Eve, I just can’t sleep.
Will I be wrong for taking a peek ?
Cause that I heard that you're coming to town.
Santa, can you hear me ?
I really that hope you're on your way,
with something special for me in your sleigh.
Ooh please make my wish come true
Santa, can you hear me ?

I want my baby, baby
I want someone to love me someone to hold
Maybe, Maybe
we'll be all alone under the mistletoe
Santa, can you hear me ?
I have been so good this year
And all I want is one thing
Tell me my true love is here
He's all I want just for me
Underneath my Christmas tree
I’ll be waiting here
Santa that’s my only wish this year

I hope my letter reaches you in time
woooo yeah
Bring me a love that I can call all mine
Cause I have been so good this year
Can’t be alone under the mistle toe
he's all i want in a big red bow

Santa, can you hear me ?
I have been so good this year
And all I want is one thing
Tell me my true love is here
He's all I want, just for me
Underneath my Christmas tree
I’ll be waiting here
Santa, that’s my only wish this year

Ooh Santa
Can you hear me ?
ooh santa
Well he's all I want just for me
underneath my Christmas tree
I’ll be waiting here..
Santa, that’s my only wish this year
Santa, that’s my only wish this year


This year, I'm proud to say, Santa heard me! It couldn't have been any better than this. Though he didn't arrange for EK to be sitting under my Christmas tree with a big red bow on Christmas morning, but I had him with me for both Christmas Eve and the actual day itself and I can't ask for anything more than that!

Friday, December 22, 2006

Christmas Thoughts and Love

Sometimes, you feel totally embarrassed when people (specifically my colleagues) give you gifts for Christmas and you didn't prepare any in return.

I guess for me, when I was little, it was all about receiving gifts. As a child, the more prezzies the merrier! Then when we grew older, gifts from individual relatives became like an exchange gift event (think that didn't work very well) so we scrap the entire prezzies altogether. Within my family, I only got prezzies for my sis coz its so hard thinking of what to get for my parents and when you have thought of something, it never seems to be within budget. Either that or they don't really express what they want so I have no clue what to get and getting something else would be meaningless. So I don't usually give prezzies to them, just my sis, and sometimes my close cousins coz we celebrate Christmas with them as well (in NZ).

So giving gifts have never been a habit of mine. Perhaps also Christmas has been too commercialised. For many, Christmas is all about prezzies.

Yes, to an extent, prezzies can be weaved into this meaning of Christmas. The three wise men bought gifts to exalt the new born king. Christmas day celebrates Christ's birth, but it also celebrates the purpose of his coming, to save us from our sins with his undying love, and according to a phrase spoken by a pastor once "you cannot love without giving".

I feel utterly bad when I receive gifts from my colleagues, not because I haven't prepared anything, but because I didn't have enough love and thoughtfulness. And that is one area I need to improve on.

With all my love, MERRY CHRISTMAS to all of you!

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Trying to be a smart ass.

Why do I try?
Is it even worth the try?
I tried and what did I end up with?
A quotation that's too low or a 'retired' account director asking me 'why didn't I consult him first'?
Which is worse?
What can I do now?
Sit and hope that we don't require this additional quoted service?
Or ring them to inform that we need to revise the quotation?
But will an increase in the quoted price be well received?
Isn't it also not legally correct?
What we sent out is final, isn't it?
What can I do now?
Is there really nothing I can do?
Is this the only option, or do you have anything better?

Friday, December 08, 2006

Women Drivers!

Days are unpredictable. One moment, you can be happy, the next moment, sad.

Take for example yesterday. I took the day off to shop with Pear. At the start of the day, I was happy, excited and looking forward to a nice relaxing day of shopping - bead shopping that is.

Then while preparing to go out, the sky started to turn grey and gloom set in - rain rain go away, come again another day.

Pear and I met up, excited to explore this new shop which was stated in the papers to be one of the larger bead shops around, but I was disppointed when we got there. It was messy yet not loaded with a large variety of things. It was cheap, but not really either. We didn't end up buying much in the end, proceeding to our next destination - People's Park Shopping Centre.

That was when it happened. My parking skills are atrocious, especially with Singapore's narrow lanes, so I always have to readjust my car to park perfectly. Just as I was reversing out of the lot to readjust my car, I turned to my right and saw a car approaching. I stopped and waited for him to pass before reversing out.

KNOCK!

I turned around and realised I've hit into his car which was right behind me. The thought that ran through my head at that moment: "SHIT. It's GRANDPA'S car". He had stopped behind me and was reversing into a car park lot that was diagonally opposite mine.

Getting out, he was rather pleasant about it. Assessing both our damage - I got away with a scratch, he had a tiny dent above his rear tyre - he said he probably wouldn't claim insurance. I was relieved, but of course, a damage is a damage. He said he'll take it to his mechanic to assess the repair costs and get back to me. We exchanged name cards, took down IC numbers and were off on our way.

My mood was slightly affected. I was relieved, yet disappointed with my driving. 'Women drivers' he must have thought. I couldn't pinpoint my exact feelings then. I just wanted to go home and not drive. Though I was relieved that Grandpa's car only received a scratch, I just hate the fact that it's not my car. If it's my car, I wouldn't be that bothered, but the fact is, it's Grandpa's car and I had loaned it from him to drive. I should have been more responsible.

Having said that, accidents are bound to happen.

Shopping kind of took my mind off things for a while, then we moved on to our next destination: Arab Street. I didn't park coz they were all parallel parks and if I had attempted to park, it's like asking for another accident, so Pear went to walk the shops, while I toured the place for an easy park.

I finally found an easy lot (first lot of a line of parallel parks) but being lazy to tear parking coupons and also to get out of the car, I stayed in and waited for Pear. I was relieved that I found an easy lot.

That evening, we went home and I broke the news to Grandpa, who took it well. That was both an embarrassing moment, and also a moment of relieve. Sometimes, after such things happen to you, you don't really feel like driving anymore. Well, that's how I feel.

But as EK puts it: if you are not prepared to meet with an accident, then don't buy a car or don't drive.

If only these options were viable...