Dreams of a future together
Dissolve into tears
Leaving an empty shell behind
i have lost
And i am lost
To wake up to another day without you
To end another day without love
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Friday, August 25, 2006
She is back
Back. After a long time. Was too busy tying up loose ends to gather my thoughts.
The tournament was, well, enjoyable. We won one game and managed to lose two! And i still have my nazuk arms burned shades of dark brown to show for it just because i had to get up at 6 in the morning and could not find the sunscreen lotion. i am looking forward to the next season where, hopefully, i will be able to score runs galore.
We had a barbecue party last Friday at a client's place. Since we had to fix some more bugs, we could not leave on time. We were the last to get there and had to do with the little food that was left. The house. God, the house. We were all awestruck. It had an awesome view of the bay, a big swimming pool, a patio where i could have sat all day long and a kitchen fitted with everything, well almost everything, you could have asked for. i could go on and on, singing paeans of that house.
After a flurry of shopping, packing and unpacking, i finally managed to take the flight home. Since i always over-shop( if there is a word like that) before going back, i was stuck with two suitcases bigger and heavier than i. Since i cannot pack (i usually dump everything in the suitcase, close it and claim i have packed!), one of my friends did it for me. He is meticulous about packing, with the result that everything managed to be packed and stay packed. But the main problem always being the weight (the weight limit is just 32 kg per bag), we weighed and re-weighed and found out that it was like way over weight. i had leave behind another big suitcase crammed with all my stuffs, books and candles.
The flight was, as usual, tiring. Nth hours or so of just sitting there in that cramped seat is enough to make anyone crappy. Then there was the halt at Singapore - 9 hours. Good thing that Changi airport is one of the best airports ever. i chose a cozy corner, shaded by bamboo (yes, i jest not) and finished a book. i managed to get myself interested enough to go shopping for chocolates and knick-knacks. And landed here on a steamy night. And here i am, trying to get myself back into the groove. Amen.
The tournament was, well, enjoyable. We won one game and managed to lose two! And i still have my nazuk arms burned shades of dark brown to show for it just because i had to get up at 6 in the morning and could not find the sunscreen lotion. i am looking forward to the next season where, hopefully, i will be able to score runs galore.
We had a barbecue party last Friday at a client's place. Since we had to fix some more bugs, we could not leave on time. We were the last to get there and had to do with the little food that was left. The house. God, the house. We were all awestruck. It had an awesome view of the bay, a big swimming pool, a patio where i could have sat all day long and a kitchen fitted with everything, well almost everything, you could have asked for. i could go on and on, singing paeans of that house.
After a flurry of shopping, packing and unpacking, i finally managed to take the flight home. Since i always over-shop( if there is a word like that) before going back, i was stuck with two suitcases bigger and heavier than i. Since i cannot pack (i usually dump everything in the suitcase, close it and claim i have packed!), one of my friends did it for me. He is meticulous about packing, with the result that everything managed to be packed and stay packed. But the main problem always being the weight (the weight limit is just 32 kg per bag), we weighed and re-weighed and found out that it was like way over weight. i had leave behind another big suitcase crammed with all my stuffs, books and candles.
The flight was, as usual, tiring. Nth hours or so of just sitting there in that cramped seat is enough to make anyone crappy. Then there was the halt at Singapore - 9 hours. Good thing that Changi airport is one of the best airports ever. i chose a cozy corner, shaded by bamboo (yes, i jest not) and finished a book. i managed to get myself interested enough to go shopping for chocolates and knick-knacks. And landed here on a steamy night. And here i am, trying to get myself back into the groove. Amen.
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Pre tournament jitters
Preparing for the tournament. Cleaned my cleats. i thought of washing them but decided to take the short way out. So i sprayed windex on them and wiped them off with the kitchen towel!! Hee hee...
i am taking chips for the barbecue lunch party. But we have decided to go and sneak away for lunch as i cannot stomach the "delicacies" on the menu - beans (yuck), potato salad et al. i have this mental block when it comes to food. Isn't that hypocritical when i profess to be some wannabe gourmet who wants to sample all the delicacies this world has to offer? Whatever...
i need to get up at 7 tomorrow because we are to be on the field at 7:30. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkss....i think when i go in to bat/strike, i would be half-asleep. They say it is going to be blistering hot tomorrow so there is a chance that we just might get dehydrated and pass out on the field. Won't that be fun?
i am sure to get over-enthusiastic and start shouting and jumping all over the place. But girl, remember the motto - fun. Fun..fun...and more fun.
i am taking chips for the barbecue lunch party. But we have decided to go and sneak away for lunch as i cannot stomach the "delicacies" on the menu - beans (yuck), potato salad et al. i have this mental block when it comes to food. Isn't that hypocritical when i profess to be some wannabe gourmet who wants to sample all the delicacies this world has to offer? Whatever...
i need to get up at 7 tomorrow because we are to be on the field at 7:30. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkss....i think when i go in to bat/strike, i would be half-asleep. They say it is going to be blistering hot tomorrow so there is a chance that we just might get dehydrated and pass out on the field. Won't that be fun?
i am sure to get over-enthusiastic and start shouting and jumping all over the place. But girl, remember the motto - fun. Fun..fun...and more fun.
Friday, August 11, 2006
taking a break
i have not touched a book for 4 days now. And that speaks volumes about the somnambulistic life i am leading right now. i am hanging on to my sanity by the skin of my teeth. If i manage to stay alive till this whole project gets through, i will treat myself to …..umm…how should i indulge myself? i will buy myself all of Maugham’s books i can lay my eyes on.
i got complimented twice – my shirt actually. i was in a lousy mood in the morning when i got into the lift. The guy next to me said “Nice shirt – it is so colourful”. You would have thought i was wearing a rainbow! i went to the kitchen to get myself a cup of tea and there was this guy who gave me this bright smile and he went “nice shirt” too. When your spirits are in the dumps, it sure feels nice when you get compliments. i must be sinking really low if i start feeling like i need a compliment to lift my sagging spirits.
The softball tournament is this Saturday. But i don’t have time to be excited about it. It will start from 8 in the morning. Imagine. That is like midnight for me. i have to get my cleats cleaned. They look like i have walked across the Sahara desert in them.
i got complimented twice – my shirt actually. i was in a lousy mood in the morning when i got into the lift. The guy next to me said “Nice shirt – it is so colourful”. You would have thought i was wearing a rainbow! i went to the kitchen to get myself a cup of tea and there was this guy who gave me this bright smile and he went “nice shirt” too. When your spirits are in the dumps, it sure feels nice when you get compliments. i must be sinking really low if i start feeling like i need a compliment to lift my sagging spirits.
The softball tournament is this Saturday. But i don’t have time to be excited about it. It will start from 8 in the morning. Imagine. That is like midnight for me. i have to get my cleats cleaned. They look like i have walked across the Sahara desert in them.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Half asleep
i can hardly keep my eyes open. And my code does not seem to be working. Does it make sense to code when you are half asleep? But i need to get this done by friday and QA has been hounding us.
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My code is working now. Off to bed i go.
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My code is working now. Off to bed i go.
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