Friday, July 22, 2011

In other words ...


The words you choose to say sometimes are just as important as the decision to speak.

And yet, I grew up in a family where every word we speak must be able to keep up with our thoughts, especially those that aren't said. Where we learn to think faster than we speak, or otherwise bear the consequences. Where we shut our mouth when in anger, or otherwise regret them later. Where we don't compliment airily. Where we encourage people to talk about themselves, rather than talk about ourselves. Where we learn to be a good listener. Where we know when it's time to walk away.

My father is a man of few words. And yet when he preaches in church, everyone listened.

My mother speaks with her eyes. And yet we siblings can hear every word in clarity.

My sister mostly speaks, she doesn't talk. When I was 12, I asked her the difference, she told me I'll learn.

My brother talks only when he feels a need to. Ironically, his 2-year-old daughter chirps endlessly and mimics every word.

My younger sister whispers. He who has ears, let him strain to hear.

And me? I keep trying to figure out why I am better at putting my thoughts in writing than speaking them out loud. Why when I try to describe my feelings, people get it mixed up. Or when I try to explain myself, people easily misunderstood. Perdition.

Maybe it's just a matter of saying the words that have kept you up all night thinking about, that makes it sound right. Maybe it's timing. Maybe it's the listener. Maybe it's upbringing. Maybe it's just genetic.

So there I stood listening to the sound of my own voice ... speaking in the near dark, facing the mirror, glancing at my own reflection, watching my lips moved, unwavering eye contact, conjuring words out of thin air, whatever that came to mind, whether it made sense or not.


They're right. A speaker likes to hear the sound of his own voice. 

p/s: Sorry I ranted. If it made no sense to you, that's alright. I don't get it either. Happy Weekend.

Monday, July 18, 2011

The Appraisee ...

STRENGTH: Resourceful, level-headed, crafty, intelligent, dependable, reliable, a time-keeper, a team player but able to work unsupervised and/or alone, adapting fast to any environment, extremely patient, able to work under complete duress and within really crass short notice [or die trying], able to withstand and deliver all ridiculous demands [within the bounds of propriety].  In short - I'm the best person for this job and you will not do well to lose me.

Yuck! I sound like a Supergirl, a lioness, a chameleon, a platypus, a flamingo, an eel, a panther, a zombie!

Arrghhhhh!!!

I loath doing my own appraisal. Especially if 6 months have passed by and I have lost all track and time on what the pffftt I have been doing all this time. I wrote them all down all that I did and still it didn't quite record everything, all the heartaches, the pain, the dizziness, the indecision, the sleepless nights, the panic attacks, the rows, the little riffs, the pats on the back, the thumb ups, the friendships built, etc.

I've been working for 11 years and the appraisal is something I have always hated doing. If it weren't for the fact that the appraisal is much needed, I wont wish it on anyone. Loath! Loath! Loath! Loath! Loath!

Coffee, anyone?

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Wordless Wednesday ...

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Gotta go boss! I have someone HAWT waiting for me at home! He doesn't like to be left alone for long! Ta da!

Saturday, July 9, 2011

So you think you can cook ...

Oh come on... I so can!

How difficult is it? This thing has been around since before I was conceived. And besides, it did say "'Fast to cook, good to eat", right? I'm a career woman, I dont really have time to go over cookbook details. Excuses.

For lack of things to share, here I go being so lame: How about you join me for a bowl of Mee Maggi goodness, with extra chilli?And for the record, I don't normally like my Maggi with greens or other alien stuffs, but once in a meal-while, it doesn't hurt to add in whatever's handy in the fridge. Improvised - it's fun!

Mee Maggi - Chicken Flavor for that soupy moment

When the noodle is almost tender, add in greens and mushroom ...

Doctor-recommended extra virgin olive oil for the glistening finish ...

Squash chillies inside the bowl. That's how my dad likes to do his, fresh ...

 Pour in the bowl, mix in the chillies, and we're good to go! Ready the iced ribena too.

Easy, right? Life is beautiful.

*sigh in contenment*

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

I could sit here ...

I could sit here 
engrossed in a book
scheming like a crook
dreaming of a brook
for hours that it took;

I could sit here
entwining our hands
making sweet plans
eyes roaming the lands
the future in a glance;

I could sit here
pondering the past
why good things don't last
why time fly so fast
leaving questions in a vast;

I could sit here
conceiving
fantasizing
daydreaming
doing nothing.

 - Coffee Girl

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