When are you at the top?

Lunches these days have become more of a time waster that I have to go through due to the increasingly amount of work to be done. I usually grab stuff from the nearest hawker center near my office, sometimes crystal or jem will grab me something along their way back frm lunch.

Today however, I took sometime off for lunch and headed down with Sherry for a quick meal. Having eaten, she occupied herself with today's newspaper, feeding me knowledge of the current happenings in our dear world.

another case of food poisoning.......
thai in chaos.......
that former DBS CEO passed away....


I took a double take upon hearing that.
" what! that who was diagnosed with leukemia a couple of months back...stanley something..?"

Sherry " yes Richard Stanley"

Me: "......"



I can still recall that I wanted to blog about this, when I first learnt about him getting diagnosed with leukemia. I think I didn't get down to it but I guess the latest news about his passing on, kinda reminded what I wanted to write.

At a considerably young age of 48, no one can deny the achievements of Richard Stanley, or Rich, as he was affably referred to by his peers and colleagues. He leaves his wife and 3 children behind.



Makes me wonder....so what if you worked hard and get to the top...money cant buy happiness, lest good health. So why are people of our society slogging their guts out, comparing on the qualification one has, the paycheck you bring back from work, the bags one carry, the latest apparels from Milan or Paris, the car you drive.


Life is too short for that. Some may disagree with me, saying that I'm able to write this because i'm comfortably better off than most, but i beg to differ. Everyone has their own worries and problems, be it the rich or poor.

I do admit that I get pissed whenever I have to think twice when I wanna get something due to financial constraints. Who doesn't? A $1000 bag may bother me, but a 5 million jet plane may bother a millionaire just as much. (does jet planes cost this much or more?)


Be contented with what you currently have now..its normal to have regrets, but don't live in them. treasure and cherish your close ones and most importantly, do not be afraid to love...


okie it's close to 1am and i cant believe i;m writing all this crap when I should be doing my work or getting some shuteye before another long day tml.

other than work, i've been procrastinating on almost every other aspect of my life.

my room is in the worst state since i've moved in
my chair and bed had become my second and third wardrobe
almost 1/2 of walkable space in my room are currently occupied by my clutter

imagine that.. i don't even have the mood to go out or organise anything. that's how bad i;ve become.


speaking of organising, i've grew tired of that. taking a backseat and will wait to see what happens.
work's is just like a time bomb. i have no freaking idea when it will be my turn to leave. such uncertainty in bad times, its not within my control, so i'll just let it bother me, but not too much

and of course, what will be complete without boys' problem

i'm sort of dating this guy currently, who happens to be a good friend of mine. hmm let's see how many i've dated in the past who were friends..i think he's most prob the first.

it isn't extreme to say that we are both from different worlds, in almost every possible way,
despite that, the sparks were there and there were lots of laughters and fun

came the thin fine line of friendship and dating
which part we were threading on, both were pretty clear
but then, came the even thinner and finer line of dating and relationship
which part we were threading on, both weren't very clear,
to make it worst, both were on the wrong ends at different points of time

communication were alright, but bad when it comes to things that matters- refusing and sometimes, no idea on how to express

and i guess the part which hurts me the most is to realise that underneath it all, he is just like any other guys.
i dunno which is worse, he hurting me as a friend, or as a fling

let's see,

which do i hate more?

being labeled together with the rest when i placed so much emphasis on my individuality

or

the realization that i unknowingly let down my guard once again, when i fought so hard for independence and towards a stronger character


its a tough fight, but i guess the latter wins the race by a millisecond



it's nights like this that make me retreat back into my comfort zone


i fucking hate ppl who made n break their promises



intoxicated on a monday night?
thank god fri's a PH