Cheat Work Thursday

If my motivation level for work had a chart, it usually would shoot off the roof on Mondays -- I'd wake up the earliest, start making plans before I fully open my eyes and be on the go all day. I'd be a different person on Mondays, you wouldn't even recognize me. Tuesdays usually follow what happens on Mondays. If things go smoothly and I'm not distracted by stuff , Tuesdays should be a good workday too. While Fridays -- Fridays are the days I turn into a school kid an hour away from a long-term break. Sometimes I even forget to bring my work bag up to my apartment. I'm positive this year is going to be one of the most interesting years I've ever had. As much as I don't want it to be true, I don't think I'm going on any vacation this year. I went for a couple of short trips in the first half of last year. They were pretty fun. Then, towards the end of the year, I started cancelling plans. It's disappointing, but there's a lot more imp...

Over the weekend, 1) I tried to transfer a couple of huge files that I have on my PC to another storage drive and failed miserably. So, my PC is running slower and slower. It's ancient. I bought it from an antique store. 2) I started reading another addictive, every-working-girl-must-read blog, Working Girl ... ... from which I learned about polyvore.com! Why didn't I know about this site sooner? Every reason I watch Project Runway and played Jojo's Fashion Show is on Polyvore: clothes -- pretty, pretty clothes. I couldn't help but spend the next few days after that staring looking at people and thinking, ''How can I polyvore (a verb) this person a new style?"

I'm starving myself today. (There won't be any calculator and calorie spreadsheet very-long-it-could-reach-Nepal today.) I spent the three-day weekend at home (my parents') and gained almost two kilos from that. It was nice that we got to spend time catching up especially with my mother. I noticed she finally managed to sit and talk to us longer than five minutes. Usually, she'd be busy in the kitchen while we, err, would be in the living room, doing some equally important stuff . Don't blame me, you don't want to eat what I cook. So, besides being productive with movies, card games, computer games, and sleeping in (in front of the TV), I helped my mother with some grocery and paint shopping. She's adding another two bedrooms to the house. We'll have eight now... while we're not home that often and usually end up having slumber parties in one room anyway. Ok, I should just bow and say, "Thank you, parents." My father is getting quie...

Doll-bin dropped by my place last Thursday, and we talked for a bit, mostly about the tough economy and how we've been affected so far. I hadn't seen her in a while. A few things have changed (and a few others still haven't) since we last met. I didn't know what was the right thing to say when I learned about her twins' condition. These past few months, each time I feel like I'm at a dead end, when doors are slammed in my face or when I feel people are not acting like they usually do anymore, I feel so dizzy I could puke. Years from now or hopefully sooner, when things get better, maybe then I'll be able to look at these moments again with a laugh. Will it really get better in time ? Here's to good news, I'll make them visit soon.

I finally watched Slumdog Millionaire. Don't be mad at me if I say I was expecting more. Maybe I should watch it again. I will watch it again just to make sure. My issue may be with the few things Salim did in the movie that I don't understand why he did them. It was late. I was really sleepy at first but wide awake after the 'Amitabh's helicopter' scene. Seriously, how could anyone sleep after that. Or eat. Less than four hours of sleep last night and a long day today, I could use a nap right now.

One thing I've been trying to learn in recent years is to keep my composure in the midst of tough times or when I'm in a hurry or busy etc. During those times, I'd like to answer each call from the people that I care about with undivided attention and offer them clever solutions or a cheer if they need any. I'm not entirely trying to do this for them; I mainly am doing this for myself. I don't want to accomplish (or let's admit it, usually not accomplish) an assignment at the end of the day, go home and realize that I've just let someone that I care about down a few hours ago. It's easier to be a nice person in a less demanding situation. It takes a more conscious effort when it's otherwise. So here I am, sipping hot tea alone in my room, trying to find peace, staring at my printer which today woke up with yet another sulky mode. In front of me is a pile of my work papers and my PC with a list of materials that is stuck, cannot be printed for tom...

I may or may not have been busy all day today, like, replacing one of the light bulbs in my room. I'm so in the mood to do some reading for work this week, I read under a camping lantern last night. I also very much would like to watch a movie without having to step out of my house right now. If only I could figure out how to get Slumdog Millionaire to appear in front of me.

Thoughts on: Rachel Getting Married — Meet Kym, The Queen of Tense and Awkward Moments. This is a story when painful baggage follows you wherever you go. Body of Lies — Think The Kingdom and more Hollywood magic of how America fights terrorism from the comfort of their own rooms or kids' soccer games because they just can if they want to. But, of course, I'm a sucker for whatever Hollywood makes. Love Leonardo in both Blood Diamond and this. Pineapple Express — This is the kind of movie that I hate to laugh watching, but omg this dumb movie made me lmao. How to Lose Friends &... — * Try not contacting them .* Changeling — Based on a real life story of a woman whose son was kidnapped and replaced by another boy. The story is horrifying; the movie is just ok. Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging — It's a story of a girl and a boy, and the boy is with guitar and in pink shirts. It's British, a Nickelodeon's and a must-watch. Image: Sony Pictu...

Sometimes, except for food and a few errands, I don't go out for work or meeting friends all day and will be alone at home. I told Belle the result. 11AM text messages: Me: Guess how many words I've spoken today? Belle: 70? Me: 15. Belle: To whom? Me: The nasi lemak mak cik. 10PM text messages: Me: Guess how many words I've spoken today? Belle: 300? Me: Still 15.

Sometimes my job requires me to do some coaching . Not good at it. I feel for the people who have to sit through it. But if there's a nice thing to it, I love sharing info on what I believe in, and it'll be a bonus if people find it useful too. I spent some time reading on my work this week, and it got me realized, perhaps I should give myself a lil' pat on the back once in a while. It's not like I screw up every time.