Tuesday, April 29, 2008

AA

Somebody said to me just... "Why am I telling you all this.. All these plans that I have in my head and the things that I have been thinking about?" And I didn't have anything to say in reply. And I think I know why...

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I have not written anything in the last few days. Partly because I have been busy with my kids, catching up with them and all. There's something priceless about lying in bed at 4 in the afternoon on a Saturday and facing your kid and talking. Just talking.

Partly also because work has been crazy. And the pile has not grown smaller. Like I've said before - I think there are gnomes in the office who crept up when the lights go out and replenish your in-tray to keep it at par level.

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I filled in for a colleague the other day. Went full on, leading my own services and hers, which I might add, in one in deep merde. And yet again, the base illness of "finger-pointing" that plagues most organisations and teams, happened in ours. WTF?! Missed a meal tray? Fucking get cracking on cooking then!

Stood next to the Boss-man thru it all and watched him physically turn red, as red as the shirt he was wearing (and the Boss-man has been sporting some pretty vivid coloured shirts off-late). Told him as much and his reply ~ You would be too if you were in my shoes! Dude - I feel for ya. Truly I do. Cos even though it's your company, it has been my baby too. And to think that 6 months down the line, baby still hasn't learnt how to say "goo-goo-gaa-gaa", I'm pissing in my pants too!

I have also been interviewing people for my job. Yes - weird sounding I know, but then again, my Boss trusts my bloodhound instincts. As he said before - when Barbara smells blood, she goes for the kill. We have not hired anyone from there as yet. Maybe it's cos I have not been going for the kill. Hey - even bloodhounds have something called "honour" - we do not attack those who are already weak in their own rights.

I have been asking tho in the process: Who do I benchmark them against? The expectations of the job description? My boss's expectations? Or my expectations of what this role entails? I have been asking my friends. And they have all told me this: Never benchmark against my own expectations. Cos 30th June will then come and go without me having a replacement.

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I went and stocked up on my library the other day. Bought some books that I would normally pinch off Sen but never buy myself. But hey – what’s life if we do not live dangerously once in a while on the words of some funny people. Needless to say, 4 books purchased and I am down to my last one. A book called “Soul Mountain” bought for two reasons: 1) The book is set in China and I think I’m hoping to relocate my roots before I lose them all completely, and 2) The title of the book.

I’m hoping to be able to indulge in my resolution of 5 new books a month. Maybe give up smoking some and eating some. But hey – reading brings me joy and widens my perspective. Plus now that I have a new book buddy, who has nicely embrace all 6 books that I had picked out for him (wowzers!), I think the book club has been reinstated. Except for Bear and the book with too much veges in them.

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It's also been a quiet few days. I guess the quiet gave me time to recalibrate my thoughts, get my bearings right. Kinda mentally prepare myself for life as it is. And here's a funny thing that I have come to realize: One you pick someone to be YOUR PERSON, no matter what happens, the changes that takes place in both your lives, THAT person, remains YOUR PERSON. Nothing becomes real until it's said outloud to YOUR PERSON. And that happened over the weekend, over a cigarette smoked in my parents' garden.

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I have been giving quite a lot of excuses, reasons, etc as to why things do not change. HAVE NOT change. But the only one that is true is the one I shared on Sunday. There just isn't enough time and time is way to precious right now to be spent on other things.

I have always wondered how other people did it. The jet-setters, the corporate leaders, the head hunchos. And I realise now the amount of acknowledgement and acceptance that goes into it. Once you get there, life is actually not all that bad. Cos you're okay with the fact that to win some, you gotta give some.

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And so it’s a brand new week. There’s loads of work to be done, reviews to look into, milestones to reach. And there’d probably be some great amount of stale air hidden in there as well.

But you know what, I think I’m gonna be alright with that. Cos sometimes, you don’t need to see something to believe in it. You don’t need to hold something in your hand to know it’s there. Sometimes, you just know it, and you go with the flow, trust in it. And if you believe that you “don’t have to”, it’ll be alright.

To quote somebody, “It’s looking to be the start of a magical week.” Someday you think that I'm might kill ya, but you know what - it's alright cos at least you think that if I did, you've died and gone to heaven.

And that is winning some.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Drive to Nowhere

Those of you who know me, would realise that when Barbsie starts spewing chaotic thoughts in a semi-random manner, things are not all rosy and pink as it should be with her.

I have come back to sleepless nights and restless days. I am using the flu as an excuse when people ask me why my eyes are dull and my face pale.

I don't really wanna write anymore. I don't really wanna crack lame jokes of my leg turning green then black before falling off, to compensate for the lack of life. I don't really wanna think anymore. The maggots are just getting way out of control.

As the Bear said rightfully, I am a volcano waiting to blow. And I think I should just hibernate until the underground storms blow over by themselves.

When I finish work today, I just wanna head out to mum's to get my dose of unconditional love from my angels. Then I think I'll fill up the tank and drive ...


A drive to nowhere with my phone off... maybe then I'll be alright again. And if that doesn't work, I'll just keep on driving till I run out of roads.



Atonement

I wanted to see a friendly face. To hear words from someone who's known me far longer than anyone I know today. So I went and sat at J&R with my old school chum after work yesterday over wine and Guinness.

Maybe she made sense. Nothing she said hasn't been said before. (At this point of my writing, I am laughing hysterically cos of a typo that I have just corrected ~ muscle memory I was told before)

I can't make sense of why I woke up at 4 to watch footy and then a movie I've been wanting to catch. I can't make sense as to why I am watching dawn break over the dark blue sky and I am crying. I can't make sense to what I am crying for, or who I am crying for.

I am sorry. So very sorry. I didn't know, didn't see that you tried. Nobody can tell me otherwise in a manner that I would believe. Not even you then. Maybe in another time, we're both not where we are today. Maybe in another time, we really did manage to work it out.

I'm just sorry... so very sorry I didn't try harder.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

What dreamz

I’m not the sort of person who dwells on dreams and what-have-you-not in that general direction of seeking answers in life. Yet I am apprehensive about going to bed tonight. And it’s only 8 pm.

I can’t recall all of it. Which is strange cos normally I can recollect my dreams very vividly. I can remember who was in it but not quite what it was about.

All I can recall from it is this: I felt safe, happy and calm.

I dare not look forward to bedtime cos I am fearful that I will get the same dream again (tho Jay says it doesn’t happen) and at the same time, fearful that I won’t.

Doesn’t make sense does it? Nothing seems to anymore off-late. Adam says it’s cos the force is drawing me to the darkside. Resist I must!

I think I should go get some books to read. Tuesdays are becoming a real tosser!

Spring Bunnies

Haven’t you heard I’m stuck on a verse
I’m stuck on a boy who fills me joy
I knew I was wrong to jump straight on into
This picture so pretty but he is so pretty to me

It’s fast becoming a trend ain’t it? Me blogging past midnight… I know.. I recognize it too.

But I couldn’t tell you
Just how long it takes you
Cause words don’t make
What I make with him

I think it’s the conversation. The damn conversation. And when there’s a lull in it, it’s the comfortable silence that fills the space in between. I reckon if I sit really still, I can rationalize this, right and proper ~ come up with a list of “Why I should not”

But do I want to? I’m not too sure. Right now, it’s all good… If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it right?

*Sigh* I hate April… I hate spring… I have to remember what Bear said under the tree.. I have to remember why I hate April and spring.

Your Song
Kate Walsh


Sunday, April 20, 2008

Mall-ratting

ther·a·py ~ noun

  1. The treatment of disease or disorders, as by some remedial, rehabilitating, or curative process
  2. A curative power or quality.
  3. Any act, hobby, task, program, etc., that relieves tension.

I have been shopping. Not an activity that I should particularly indulge in. But it’s been a what-the-heck mode. Doesn’t help that there’s aiding and abetting going on as well from all quarters of my social circle.

See who am I to say this situation isn't great?
It's my time to make the most of it

While it has been getting things that I have been putting off getting… like a proper pair of shoes for work (in the form of Crocs Islander with 2 jibbitz for good measure) and a new pair of slippers (seeing how the old ones were from the Year of the Dog)… we all know that Barbs been hitting the malls for reasons other than to dress her feet.

Of course I didn't know that it would happen to me ~ not that easy.
If all along the fault is up for grabs why can't you have it?

Jay calls it getting big plastic pills for the tired heart… Me – let’s just say it’s therapy for dust bunnies

If it's for sale what is your offer,
I'll sell it for no less than what I bought it for

For now.. it's easier to get lost in the weekend crowds, deal with kids who wants everything they see in sight.. and pulling price tags out of merchandise when I get home.. Whatever floats my boat – I’ll buy it for now.

And I will make sure that I…

Pay no more than absolutely zero

I'm not cut out for stuff like that... Who the hell are we kidding?

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Reality

Never heard of the group before but hey - they sure know how to read my thoughts and put em into words...

Was I invading in on your secrets
Was I too close for comfort
What was I just about to discover
When I got too close for comfort
Guess I'll never know

Yups - the real world prevails yet again. Oh well.. one does tend to get use to it after awhile.

Too close for comfort
McFly