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Monday, 27 December 2010

my niece carissa is so sweet and funny.

yesterday, when we were having dinner at my sister's...she randomly came and hugged me, and said it a sing-song voice, "i love youuu". i was quite taken aback, cos she's never said that to me before...so i assumed she was after the mango pomelo sago dessert that we'd bought. i asked her if she wanted more dessert, but instead of going after the sweets, she said it again with her little smiley sao1 face. so cute!

Friday, 13 August 2010

so frustrated with myself today!

i attended an endorsement forum today, and my dce (who is a member of that forum) asked a question that he'd posed to us before. we'd previously crafted an answer and amended the paper to take that into account, but maybe it didn't come through clearly? i still wish i'd attempted to answer the question, so that (a) if it was right, we could have avoided having to go back to the chairman of the forum to address it and (b) if it was wrong, at least we could've gotten some guidance from the forum about what they expect from a proper answer.

i'm sad... i am so shitty at thinking on the spot!

Monday, 19 April 2010

today i saw something rather heartwarming during lunch time at the foodcourt. my colleagues and i had just finished our food, when an old cleaning uncle came to clear our table. he used only one hand to move all the utensils on my tray over to my colleague's, and as i watched him pick up everything one-by-one with just one hand, i got a teeny bit impatient. i thought he was avoiding using his other hand so that he could keep it clean and that seemed really inefficient to me.

after he'd finally piled everything onto one tray and wiped our table clean, his other arm, the end of which was swathed in a small white towel, finally made its appearance. that's when i realised that the end of his other arm was a rounded stump. he had no hand on it.

balancing one end of the two trays on his hand-less arm and holding the other end with his good arm, he swiftly picked up our trays and walked off.

this person is a cleaning uncle, despite his disability. that would be the last job i'd think i was capable of, if i were in his shoes, because how do you pick up trays without two opposable thumbs? yet, he did his job so matter-of-factly, with so much dignity, against all odds.

this little encounter left me feeling contrite about my impatience, and full of hope about the strength of the human spirit...because really, sometimes, nothing is impossible.
work's been getting me down lately. i've been dreading coming to work and there doesn't seem to be an end in sight. I feel like i'm hacking away at an iceberg, but I'm armed with only a little pickhammer, and it's really discouraging. trying to push through the the millions of forums is really draining, especially since I feel like i'm getting no help at all. i wonder if it's because i'm not communicating the series of things that we have to accomplish to people, but it would be nice if someone could take on a bit of the initiative to drive our project through. i feel tired already and it's only Monday.