Monday, November 27, 2006

cable skiing

"'coz you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable, and life's like an hourglass, glued to the table" - anna nalick [breathe (2 am)]

over the weekend i went on a short trip nearby with some friends for cable skiing.



i've never been on any kind of board before so i was nervous and excited. since i was the lone newbie, the cable crew were really nice to me. i tried the kneeboard first. it was kinda scary but exhilarating.

after a few rounds on the kneeboard, i kinda got bored and wanted to attempt standing on the wake board.

well that didn't happen. despite numerous tries. but i'm not really too disappointed though. afterall rarely anyone is able to stand up at their first session. but i felt that at some points i did improve which is good enough for me for now.

and at least i got to ride on the board with one of the cable crew so i got an idea of the feeling. that was really scary initially but great fun once i got used to it.




Thursday, November 23, 2006

happy thanksgiving

"you've given me so many things that i've never had, and all in all i know it's you that always pulls me through" - 12 stones (the way i feel)


there's always something bout thanksgiving day that warms my heart. of all the holidays that we don't celebrate, i've never wanted to celebrate one as much as thanksgiving.

maybe it's that family and friends feel to it. or maybe 'coz for at least one day in a year, you really remember everything that you have to be thankful for. we're too quick to complain bout things that didn't go well and sometimes don't realise the lil blessings in life.

but there's no time like now to sit back and ponder bout all the blessings in my life.

i thank God for my family. 'coz really, i have an awesome family. the love and support is amazing. i never ever had to doubt their love or wonder if they've got my back. 'coz they do. and i'm sure i wouldn't be half the person i am without my family.

i thank God for my friends. for the ones here and for the ones far away overseas. for the ones here who actually meet up with me and give me some form of a social life. for the ones overseas who still maintain contact... somehow. you guys are all in my heart.

besides the good stuff, i'm also thankful for the bad stuff. even though some of it i still don't know why i have to go through it or am going through it. but i'm thankful 'coz i trust that God must have it all figured out, even if i don't understand.

and in typical me fashion, i'm definitely thankful for the turkey with cranberry sauce. will someone pass it over please.

thank you.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

what not to do on the train part 2

"so i walked under a bus, i got hit by a train" - bachelor girl (buses and trains)


i'm beginning to think that long train rides are hazardous to my health.

today i had the 'pleasure' of having to go from one end to the other end in a train. and as usual the weekend crowd brought about rude and annoying people.

i was with my grandmother who is 83 years old and looks like a grandmother. you're supposed to give up your seat for the elderly right? well perhaps in perfect world. but in this world, that didn't happen. my grandmother had to hold on to the railing for dear life before one young man finally gave up his seat. but the thing is this. i don't think he gave up his seat out of the kindness of his heart. if so, he would have done so much earlier when he was staring around instead of pretending not to notice like everyone else. i think he just reached his stop and therefore since he already had to vacate the seat, decided to kindly inform my grandmother. okay we'll take what we can get.

which so wasn't the case later in the long train ride back. not a single person gave up their seat to my grandmother. there were people getting off their seats and out of the train but there was always some younger person who rushed to that seat hence depriving my grandmother of some rest.

i was there sharing a holding pole with her and being annoyed with people when this lady comes round and shares the pole. now i'm really friendly so pole sharing is perfectly acceptable for me. but not when she places her hand so close to mine that her hand is practically resting on top of my hand.

whoa! lady... i don't even know you... we're just sharing a pole here... there's no need to hold my hand.

there is plenty of space on that pole so why on earth would she rest her hand on mine? did my hand resemble a cushion used to prevent carpal tunnel syndrome?

well i suppose at least she didn't lean her entire body against the pole where my hand is 'coz i've had way too many experiences of that as well.

maybe next time i should just pay for a taxi.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

the mystery of the phone number

"how did you get this number?" - frou frou (psychobabble)

work starts at 8.30am but sue me 'coz i'm not always on time. then again not many people are anyway.

as i mentioned previously, my office is in a remote area where we have a number of guards with big guns on patrol. we also have a number of guards without big guns on patrol. these guards are of the friendly variety. we would smile and wave whenever i walk past. and even if i wasn't looking in that direction, they would see it necessary to call my name loudly, or whistle or do something in order to get my attention so that we could smile and wave. i don't even know how they managed to match my face to my name. but that's another story.


this story is that this morning bright and early at 8.37am, i received a call on my mobile as i was on the way to work. as my caller id flashed the number, i identified it immediately as the office guard house's number. turns out that the agency we use was trying to hand over some posters to me. yes, at 8.37am in the morning. who on earth makes rounds that early?

but the more pressing issue is... how on earth did the guard house get my number??

my mobile is strictly for personal use and therefore not listed in the company directory. however quite a number of my colleagues do actually have my number 'coz that's just easier sometimes.

but the guard house shouldn't have it. and i'm wondering why they do. and who gave it to 'em. i can't think of how they managed to get it.

this is turning out to be quite the mystery.