De one with Yesterday

Raining dampened mood

Like all other things within the universe, certain qualities in us could be both a blessing and curse. Fire cooks edible food free of bacterias, keep us warm. At the same time, it could burn whatever comes its pave, creates air pollution, causes devastation. The same fate runs for my perfectionism.

"Perfectionist" often arouse negativity. Common people tend to be under impression of one being obsessively meticulous and more than never, excessively-fussy over details and the nitty gritty. In defense, opposing stands advocate on the merits from striving for perfection: It fuels continuous improvement and advancement breakthrough. As we know, nothing in this world can be perfect. This statement is debatable. The state of being perfect is a flaw itself. Yet, being imperfect indicates there are rooms for growth and/or progression.

Yesterday, my eagerness to perfect my documentation turned out giving the partner the wrong impression that I was trying too hard. Admittedly, this is not the first time I'm hearing this. It's disheartening. Words of affirmation have enormous effects on me, not primarily it's the essence of self-worth, it's one of the essential avenue to remind me to stop and take a break. It's like running a marathon. If there's no finishing line, very likely I'll just keep running effortlessly.

Of course, I didn't feel the need to justify who's right or wrong when I'm being judged. Good or bad, just take it positively. Sure, that's very zen thing to say. To others, they might think this is just clinche talk. Nonetheless, you should have heard the way the comment was voiced and the expression of the sender, it demoralise me. Got me questioning my experience, whether I'm capable / cut out to be what or who I am. I could have confronted my superior and argued, prove my worth of points and feel better. But, having reconsidered, I decided to leave things as it is. I mean, what's the point of creating a hoo-haa that probably make things worse.

One of the things I hate most is argument. Firstly, it's not constructive. The vicious cycle of tension-building, climax, fall and reconciliation from the beginning, middle to end of an argument's just too painful to go through. Secondly, it's simply not my cup of tea. Prefer settling issues amicably to frustrating negotiation and words-sparing. It consumes alot of energy and if without proper-damage control, it's detriment to one another's emotional equilibrium. What do you get out of it? Thirdly, there's no win-win situation. Argument exists as a challenge. The rules of engagement is simple. Two conflicting views. One has to concede defeat and accept the opponent's view. Don't be fooled with the counselor's "beautiful" ending or "reconciliation". Reconciliation can only happen when either of you give in first so that the other would do likewise.

In my opinion, it's true I try too hard at times. That's purely born from my attempt to give in my very best. One of my life principles: "So as long we tried, there's nothing to regret. Carpe diem". Humble without complacent, if I did wrong, tell me where I've gone wrong and teach me the right way of doing things. Just don't make me feel like a failure la.

Was literally weeping inside during work. Yet I didn't feel the need to complain or share my heartbreak with those around me. Put up a brave front, appearing normal and even texting words of encouragement. Emitting sunlight and contained every bit of bitterness within.  It was an awful yesterday. =(

De one with IVU

Health chat

Intravenous Urography was something that I never expected myself to go through. Barely did I know this is the third visit at the hospital for personal, major health issues. 

A few brief background stories to share before moving on. My first visit and stay at the hospital occurred when I was 5-6. My parents rushed me to the hospital due to profuse-vomiting after enjoying centripetal force. Yes, I spun myself while standing still and paused occasionally to savor the thrill of initial force.

My second happened last year due to an unfortunate dengue fever. Recall I was burning up and breaking into cold sweat. The unbearable torment made every cells scream me to drag myself to the hospital alone, around 1+am. The fever-span lasted two weeks. It wasn't until the final day to recovery did my admission to hospitalisation took place. Blood palates were falling way below desired, oh, the unforgettable pain of being pricked for blood-examination daily.

I guess the preceding incident made me immunised against the prick of needles. The medical officer at IVU did something I felt all doctors should do. He shows his concern  for your well-being with a warm question before mentally-preparing you with a countdown to injection. Funny why they keep describing the injection pain as "it's just an ant's bite". Most often, we don't feel bitten by ants. Well, that was what was on my mind, as I stared blankly into the gigantic x-ray machine a couple feets above my abdominal.

-Flashback- Some 30 minutes earlier, arrived on time, my aunt who insisted on accompanying me, was more panicky than myself. For a minute, I thought who was the patient. But she meant well regardless. Regretted not bringing a jacket to the department. the low temperature caused goosebumps to appear on my exposed arms. Got changed into a patient's robe and proceeded to lie on the raised bed in the IVU room.

30 minutes later, the medical officer had trouble locating a visible and potential vein to ensure effective iodine infusion. It took him about 20 minutes, 3 needle-pricks at different locations of both arms to locate a viable attempt. Clearly, my veins were delicate. Sigh. Moreover, the MO emphasised they are deviating from normal practice to use the small needle instead of the average larger one to deliver the infusion. Omg. I was feeling helpless, literally.

The radioactive scan itself took estimatedly 30-40 minutes. A third or quarter of it was waiting time for the contrast medium to lighten the flow of my ureter as the kidney excretes the contrast medium. Multiple x-ray shots were taken after this process termed as "prone" time. Unexplainable. Basically, I lie on the bed and was shifted under the radioactive-emitter for x-ray shots to be taken. Oh, pressure were applied using sponge bags and a film that's capable of tightening, strapped across my mid-section. The poor assistant faced twice attempts doing this before the grip of the wrenching mechanism hit its maximum and the tightening was too loose. Oops, so I did her a favor by expanding my waist as possible. 

Example of an IVU test image. This is not mine. It belongs to an 18 year old obtained from website www.bhj.org/journals

But I'd say it's yet another life experience. Though unwanted. Hopefully, the results show negative for kidney stones. Pray for me, will you?

De one with Beginnings

Memory-testing

They say a person's life would flash before the person's mind before he/she sees the light that signifies the end. Trouble is from now till death, albeit the unpredictability of life and the redundancy of peeking into the book of fate, we already have trouble remembering how memorable relationships got started.

You'd probably ask, why the difficulties in remembering something that's described as "memorable". Logically, it should not be forgotten at all. The truth, unfortunately, is controversial. We all do forget, basically owing to the memory erosion over time.

Ask yourself: What and where exactly took place before you first became friend?

Luckily for mine, I remembered some. I recall I met Loo wan during the first day of JC. We were chased out of Econs lecture. For Clara, we first chatted outside our CT class while she was alone over at the red bar. Mohan during ASC when we were in our detachments. Chin Yu was someone I talked to during one of our training for representing in the battalion's cross-country run. Yes, I remember some required great efforts, some with intented clause, and most others came unexpectedly.

There are, what a shame, some others whom we have came a long way, got so accustomed to each other that I have the slightest bit of remembrance.

This is when I thought, what could we do to safeguard such fond memories from natural's work?
1) Take video/photoshooting?

    Well, wouldn't it be awkward. It's gonna be unnatural. Certain studies have shown, in every 10 persons, there is an average of 6 persons who are camera-shy. Within the same sample, 8 would reasonably want to look good regardless of a video clip or photograph. Without going into detail reasons why, it can be derived this choice is definitely not a one-size-fits-all. I'd find either most people are not born natural stars, hence it takes awhile to get accustomed to be in front of a camera and/or video, especially.

    If the above doesn't applies, here's another reason: Impracticability. Many wouldn't define befriending another as a special moment. It's unlike child-birth or something that can be planned like in the case of 21st birthday celebrations. It's almost absurd to go around introducing ourselves, shaking hands and filming down everybody. Not forgetting, under uncertain this friend would turn out to be an acquittance, best pal or passer-by?  

2) Account for in diaries?

    Well, not for me, I don't keep diaries. The closest I got to diary-writing is this blog. As you can read, it doesn't really account for my daily life, just random topics for sharing or complaints.

    Without prejudice, I'd rather think this works most for females. However, times have changed. Technological changes seemed to have altered our choices of keeping track of daily events. Perhaps blog diaries, apart from minority who still keeps the spirit of conventional methods.

3) Tattoo?

    Seriously, reconsider this option. It's a faithful commitment, one that often leads to regrets. And it usually happens after awhile.

The most practical would be either 2 or for the rest of us, retain such somewhere in our memory cache. Like all living things, it's susceptible to wear and tear, even with maintenance, there's only so much it could last. Haha, sounds like a pretty nostalgic discussion. Try remembering, would you?

De one with I Miss...

Raining desirable days

Honest speaking, it takes a great deal of money and courage to travel solo in foreign lands. Recall being half enthusiastic with butterflies in my stomach while boarding the plane solo to Australia. Arrival wasn't as pleasant as I expected. The immigration officer "interrogated" me, asking all sorts of questions, partially unconvinced a young boy was traveling alone. As far as my memory recollect, they inquired "who bought my ticket? What was the purpose of my visit? Where am I heading to? For how long am I going to be here?". Secondly, I was picked up late. Left my stranded at the arrival hall when all the passengers in the same flight were dismissingly out of sight.

Wouldn't say I'm a travel fanatic, yet it'd still be considerably fair to declare my passion for travel.  Purpose of travel are diverse. These involved relaxation (beach, reading a book at local cafe, suntanning), sightseeing (mountainous areas, places of interest), entertainment (theme parks, shopping malls) or food-tasting (wine bars, local delicacies). Albeit the boundaries of activities and geographical venues visits, what's inherently most enjoyable is being somewhere different (environment, culture, language, temperature wise) as much as history records mine being part of diverging national time.

I always thought: who needs a time machine when we're already time-traveling when aero-machines fetch us across time-borders? Clap your palms in Thailand and you're an hour (on local time GMT +8) into the future. Siren your soul across the Indian Ocean to Sydney, should time pass too rapidly. Don't waste your birthday wishes for the hatchday be prolonged. Take a stroll with the hobbits down to New Zealand where time is way behind local's.

I'd give anything, except my life (cause I need to be alive to wander the globe. Else, a soul has to wait till August annually, according to the Chinese) to be traveling. Now as I'm typing, the mist is clear, the paramount streams of flickering memories missed unveil itself.

Missed the cold air, it's like living in a city that's naturally air-conditioned. Love the particular moment the tender warmth of the sun touches my cool skin, without causing perspiration! Ohh, and the constant need to remind myself to apply lip balm - daunting chore yet it saves torture from cracked lips. Haha. I love the vapours in the surrounding, which makes my hair soft and straight, requiring less gel to style.

Because it is cold, especially in hotel rooms, I savor the early morning where I'd hide under the soft cosy bed sheets to keep warm. Oh, as I recall, the morning run by the beach where I managed to race against the rising sun. The view's simply breathtaking.

Love self-enrichment through experience of cross-borders' cultures. Respect variable history, decipher the local's behavoir and beliefs. Not forgetting, to learn to understand and appreciate beautiful language of the foreign lands. Occasionally, believe it or not, I find myself becoming more appreciative of how fortunate I already am and ponder in validation to those I didn't. For example, my NZ trip opened my eyes to the fortune of living in a country without natural disasters like volcanoes. Australia taught me the fortune of having chili available FOC.

Love the food, I missed the appetite-whetting breakfast, rejuvenating spring waters and chocolates from Switzerland, the unique curry sauce for Mcdonald's McNuggets, all-time favourite fish and chips from Australia, the salivating dim sum, succulent wanton noodles from Hong Kong, the aromatic chicken-cutlet from Taiwan, the spicy dhar and Kingfisher in India, the tantalising bamboo rice and khao niao mamuang from Thailand, the cold-defending meals in New Zealand. Yes, I don't eat much but I miss them.

I used to collect drumsticks from every Hardrock cafe I happen to visit. Turns out, production seemed to have ceased.What a pity.

Yes, I'm not a travel fanatic. But I do love venturing overseas and bring memories that make me love returning!

De one with Pain Pain Pain

Super drama day

Ever wanna feel more like an artiste? Well, I swear I'd never want such an experience again. Woke up as usual, engage in my mandate morning routine. Barely did I know the ache in my abdominal manifested into an unendurable distress within half an hour.

Of course, I didn't take it lightly as the pain had resurfaced since yesterday morning. Without delay, I dragged myself to the neighborhood's family clinic where the GP gave me painkiller jab. Came home with even more painkillers. Drank plenty of water as the doctor ordered. Turns out, the sting in my abs got unbelievably worse than ever.

My overly-concerned granny (thank god for blessing me with such family who loved me so dearly), kept asking questions on how I feel, what is wrong when I am literally curling up in a ball, trying all positions to relieve the pain. And you know elderly, she keeps suggesting solutions, and complained about my great aunt not being around (since she was the one who's well-versed in dealing with such emergencies). My dog ran in and out of my room, and the morning TV outside was loud in volume by my unemphatic uncle. Sigh. It was chaotic scene. Like some crazy settings by some manic scriptwriter.

Call it premonition. I arrived back from my trip from the clinic with contemplations if I should just present myself at the nearest hospital. The crap continued outside the room, I prayed for everything to go away but no avail. Intolerable, I hurled myself out of bed, changed, grab the prescriptions, a jacket and cabbed to TTSH solo. My granny wanted to go, I felt bad really, but the pain was killing me, it left my no choice but told her I can't have her following me without having to worry for another.

Going to the A&E wasn't something I can't handle. As a matter of fact, I've been to TTSH in the middle of the night when I had dengue. Was there for two hours and back without anyone noticing I was missing during their sleep (but then, the dreadful fever dragged on for the subsequent two weeks).

Today was different, it was super-dramatic. Next thing, i had my aunt calling me and tail-gating me to TTSH. We waited, I was in series of sharp tummy pain (all in my mind, I was cursing, "hello, I'm in agonising pain, why are you not entertaining me"). I suppose, God had been listening, he did intervene and sent me this handsome medical officer. I related my condition, accounted my morning jab from the family clinic and even shown him the prescriptions I received. The bare minimum I could do is to feed the doc with all the background information and have him assess and advise. After consulting a senior, he injected me with a even stronger painkiller and before I knew it, i was out for two hours.

The lab results for my urine examination arrived after another 30 minutes after having me rot in bed in the observation room. It seemed my prediction powers were scoring all morning. I texted a dear friend, worried if it's kidney stones. Turns out, the test shown traces of blood, which upgraded me to become a patient suspected of kidney stones. Good thing? Nothing's pretty confirmed until my next appointment for the Intravenous Urogram.

Clara "barked" at me for not taking care and edict me to drink the entire ocean. Colleagues kept telling me to rest well and not worry about work. There were sweet messages. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate all these wholeheartedly. Yet I back-trek past events of dengue, spraining of shoulder and now this, am I really that vulnerable?

De one with Reviving Old Times

Wouldn't it be lovely

When was the last time we ever had fun, chat, jokes and laughter? I asked myself this question having woke up and stoned. So I asked Clara out for drinks and we decided on Brewerkz. It wasn't pleasant the very first time we were there with another good friend, Loo wan, and Jessamine. First, I was forced to eat this homemade chocolate lava cake. Second, there wasn't much topic going around the table for discussion. I was genuinely bored. But this time was 180 degrees different. Just us two, 8 drinks (mostly my favourite daiquiris) and a hell lot of confession, chit-chat, future plans, problems on the table. I'm amazed, there wasn't so much gossip. Oh, but those humorous and unglam-iest behaviors were revived as though conjured by an old spell. I kept telling Clara I was afraid coz I didn't bring my IC out. Haha.

Ooh, I didn't drink much. Ok, maybe 5 drinks. Didn't try much except the Singapore Sling which tasted like cough syrup by the way. And a plateful of chicken quesidillas (out of my favourite dish when drinking). She la!! I was so prepared to have buffalo wings and actual turns out, she didn't like any for the night.*Roars*

We stayed for about two good hours. Thank God, the lady in heels, was able to walk straight after countless sips. Hehe.

What about the rest of the weekends? Starting Friday, I decided to let down my work, head home, watched TV and had unhealthy KFC. Even happened to catch some channel 8 drama. What's going on you'd ask. I wondered too.

Been doing alot of jogging this weekend. Although the skies ain't good for a swim though. Drizzling weekend. But I gotta admit, I slept and rested alot. All my eyebags are relinquished. Yippee!! Dinner were good. Had good accompany, sustainable chat and tea. And for awhile, my nose's dripped.

Sunday was uneventful except an impromptu invitation by ah-ma to take a historical trip to Tian Fu Gong. Man, I used to remember childhood days were we had to pray the Confucius statue for the sole purpose of getting luck and blessings for good performance at exams. Much has changed. The temple, now converted to a tourist attraction, seemed to erode the customs of traditional chinese temple. While the magnificence of the building structure, and interiors painted with luscious gold, the cloud of incense smoke and scent of frankincense seemed to be lifted. Mainly due to cleanliness and clear air which might otherwise be too unbearable for tourist. I doubt.. seriously, think about the aged temples in Hong Kong, Taiwan and China, tourist are visiting regardless of the thick incensed burning and all. Personal view: The full temple culture had given way to accommodate tourism. Pretty sad.
   
Yup, a lovely and pleasurable weekend I'd compliment. The reviving old times, ample rest, chillout drinks and jubilant sms-es. Love it!

De one with J'Likes

Rather chilly day

I like the light vibration, the peep of a a perky morning text messages, with greetings so sweet.

Like waking up on a windy 9am, wrapped in cosy sheets and pillows so light.

Like continental breakfasts, the crispy bacon, ham and peppery, soy-sauced half-boiled egg. Oh yes, the crunchy salad, organic bread and scrabbled eggs.

Like smelling tea scent, eyes closed before I taste the richness within a sip. Some cookies would be good if I'm up for a snack.

Like the warmth of sun transiting out from an icy office. The liberation of cold with glow so tanned.

Like undivided attention of my dinning friend. Hearty chat and smiles so fair.

Like my dog throttling in joy when I return back. It's wagging tail, so pleased to have me back.

Like the night messages of words describing sweet slumbers, embraces and that. Like a golden ticket to lalaland.

De one with Definitions of Regret

Dark skies and definitions

"Life is too short to be lived with regrets. Ironically, it would not be complete without any."
Jason. L, (2011)

Regret:- "{n} a feeling of sadness, repentance, or disappointment over an occurrence or something that one has done or failed to do." - Oxford Dictionaries online

In courtesy of grace ong

Repeatedly it echoed in my mind "I should have heel your advice". Without fail, it resurfaced at the back of my mind as I lay in bed with my eyes closing view of the dim ceiling above. One of the unforgettable longing was the lost chance to receive education in the local university. It all happened in the JAE exercise, when I was compelled to log on and file my application. My heart yearns to travel overseas to do a degree in psychology, it departed its empty shell who sat before the computer, with conscience which instructed the hand to select "Journalism" preceding the qualifying "Engineering" under the columns of admitting faculties.

Now that she's gone, and the ending of my NS stint, did reality apprehended me like a hammer hitting a mark into a malleable hot metal. I had no where to go, turn down SMU interview. What a folly I made of my paths.

Regret: - "{n} A feeling of disappointment or distress about something that one wishes could be different." - theFreeDictionary.com
 

I should have sensed something was wrong, the moment the black Adidas watch that you gave me broke. I should have telephoned home the usual time I usually did on previous 14 days of the overseas exercise. If only had I, I could have flew the first available evening flight back to Singapore and prevent you from your run and all the tear-welding incident. 

Regret:- "{v} to be very sorry for" - Merriam Webster.com

In courtesy of Juanito

I should have seen it coming. First relationship ought to be prioritised after education. What's the point of throwing away all the efforts from commitment to studies to get into a JC all for someone who end up hitting so hard during the most critical moment in life?

A former suitor shared "Good times give happiness. Bad times yield experience". Truthful and fair, I received experience of love, "true love's kiss", and got more than I expected, a confidente and now, bestest friend. What about the un-erasable scars and closed opportunities to my ambitions?

Regret:- "{n} A sense of loss and longing for someone or something gone." - yourDictionary.com

It's a pity to turn down opportunities to learn the piano, join the youth flying club, accept challenges to join sports competition, further my love in drums, refusal to go on family tours since admission to army. 

In courtesy of Disney's

I was an introvert, shy and unwilling to ask even when I had the burning desire to know. Good thing I'm where I am. And thank the spirit man above who awarded me with the gift and perseverance to "heal" and make things more perfect with my hands. Now that I look back, just imagine the possibilities I could have embarked had I not shrouded the invitations and encouragement. 

Like a century old music box that is too fragile to be tampered or opened frequently. It's better to peek, weep at its beauty from the short-lived melody of nostalgic and unfulfilled tunes, and keep the precious onyx buried deep into the black hole of the mind and locked away.

De one with Productivity

Randomly humid

Regardless of your occupation, be it a diligent student, a sharp-minded professional, a bossy housewife, a carefree self-employed, a discouraged un-employed, take a moment and ask yourself this: When are you most productive?

Ceteris paribus, in my opinion, time slots beginning 10am - 12pm and subsequently 8pm - 12am are when I yield the highest productivity. These are moments of within a day when brain-concentration level is optimal, blood-flow charged with energy and senses are all-functional.

The next question to ask yourself is: What determines or inevitably affects our productivity?

For me, it's straightforward. Personal concentration level. Without focus, my ability to comprehend, process and react would be hindered. Productivity falls or decelerates as a result. To be more specific, perhaps the question we should be more interested in are the factors which affect concentration?

Sleep

Certain research advocate on having ample sleep to achieve better concentration. Even former healthcare-marketer and uni-friend GH, highlighted the importance of snoozing if one desires not only to be productive, but also to prolong life-expectancy. Till date, there are voluminous medical reports bearing empirical proof on how adequate hibernation is essential for the body to recuperate, replenish and repair itself. These regeneration processes sufficient the body to tolerate what the next day beholds in the long run.

What happens when I'm sleep-deprived? Basically, I'd get cranky. More than never, frustrated over why I fail to grasp a simple concept or correspond slower-than-expected. I feel demoralised and insecure. Yes, it's unbearable. Peculiarly when I'm under the time pressure lasting through a compressed project mad-rush. The worst that can happen is the lack of rest leads to illness due to over-worked and getting all drowsy with medicine - something I can't afford and dislike.

Emotions

Emotions are phenomenal. It wouldn't be wise to underestimate the exponential dictatorship of feelings. A sharp hurtful word could pose an enormous barrier on your progress. I won't oppose to the idea that emotions are indeed double-edged. It crumples a person with negativity. On the other hand, it also serves as psychic boosters to help one become determined and strong-willed. Primarily, emotions govern our perspective, thoughts and how we interpret things. It indirectly affects our attitude and amplitude towards circumstances that we are faced with.

Sure critics might bring forth that an objective-focused and firmed worker could withstand the hindrance of meaningless emotions. I very well supposed, that's why the Chinese have a saying "Bu de gan qin yong shi ("ought not be sentimental when performing an act/making decisions" in Mandarin). I beg to differ. In any forms of relationships (e.g. business, school team, family), the human touch is required! Even the hardest decisions made at times are susceptible to emotional struggles, mainly because we understand the consequences would impact ourselves or others involved.

If there's anything to support the critic's view would none other be
(1) a machine which, if perfected, could be perpetually industrious; or
(2) someone who choose to lose touch with or conceal their emotions. Why? They just don't know how or are brought up in an environment which react adverse to depicting emotions publicly.

Productivity and my sentiments intersect. Absolutely, without compromising to meet objectives. Coming from this direction of integrating humanity and touche, I need to build connections with the ones alongside and whom I'm answerable to. On personal level, I have a reservoir of feelings. It's my passion that survives me. No doubt I can draw a line between work and emotions. Mostly with fair balance between being rationale and intuitive which I strongly believe is the right thing to do.

Motivation

 
People reckon motivation is directly linked to the preceding discussion. Yes, motivation could be the fruit of vast appropriate emotions. Yet, I'd like to think this to be separate, significant factor to vigor. More commonly, I tap on this wonderful power in assignments that rouse my interest or when I feel confident from encouragement or revelation of my capabilities.

Other times, motivation is deployed to trick my mind into accepting challenges which I do not have any faith in conquering at all. This was what I did with my first encounter with accounting principles. Recall the dark past when I experienced so much difficulties with debit and credit, and classification of accounts that I felt helpless like an utter failure. The first light came when I finally got something right and built on my knowledge with self-induced motivation, encouragement, well.. you could call it zi-highness ("indulging in own's enthusiasm").

Compliments, humble words of appreciation are more helpful to the recipient than we predict, considering most are too reserved and ungenerous with kind words. To begin with, they are clueless if it is appropriate to do so. Concurrently, they worry getting prejudiced of being plain superficial. I mean, come on, we're in the 21st century, definitely it doesn't bring harm to be vocal (not politically perhaps) nor does it hurt equivalent when we shadow ourselves from the limelight. Why not pick the former and motivate, influence others in their work?! Most morning, sometimes on everyday basis, I'd sent morning messages. Although it might be a clinche, but I understand the miracle of a pleasant greeting, which could spike a fresh day to begin with. Very much like popping a vitamin pill to perk our health.

Weather

 
You might barged your eyes wide but yeah, weather does affect my productivity. Imagine a rainy cold day, first the flu syndrome is enough to be a downer. Second, getting wet and fighting to keep warm is another. Believe me, these impact productivity. Did I forget to mention the battle with Z-monster because it's too cosy to work?

During hot weathers, productivity slips. It's in our genes, tolerance to high temperatures turn berserk, unscrewing the fuzz cap to our mang-zhang-ness (mang zhang means "temperamental" in hokkien). Wah! With a over-abused, dysfunct air-conditioning, I suggest we better stay clear of stepping onto anybody's tails. Heated remarks and venting of frustration is unhealthy. It pulls like a boulder tied to productivity into the depths of the sea of demoralisation.

Humans

 
Mutually exclusive to the above, the people you work with may affect efficacy. Under the broad category of humans, there are two major groups of people who influences our productivity. There first being customers/clients/patrons. A friend who works at IRAS frontdesk related how nasty and rude clients who confront and scream at them on dis-satisfied tax assessments or contentious matters. And we're not talking just 1 but at least 5-6 on average within a day. If I sketch everything on a comic stripe, imagine a gummy bear who's physical form defines its level of productivity. Everytime a gummy handles a consumer's complaints or PMS, it depletes a part of itself. So a rude customer comes and bites of an arm. The screaming customer chips off another arm with his resonance. Come the 6th, there's barely a earful of productivity remaining. Sigh, how to be productive in such an environment? This is exactly why I'm not in tourism industry although I'd love traveling around the globe. So guys, cut your retail assistant some slack (notwithstanding those who are simply ignorant).

Collaboration is critical and necessary. Just imagine the various types of associates with weird, unpleasant, repulsive behaviors and personalities, it'd pose quite a challenge to submitting a golden performance record.

Most if not all experts would advise friction at workplace, or anywhere else, should always be avoided. Easier said than done, you could cross your finger and pray all you desire on the non-occurrence of dispute, yet these are inevitable in the pragmatic world. Probably another page from the book of fate? Perhaps until proven. But the jees of it still falls on the fact that our dealings with humans, how they think, react, feel affects our productivity.

To better elaborate, let me paint scenarios with words. Say your working partner does not confide in you when he/she faces issues with work. Mostly due to introvert-personalities or temporal defiance. And you need him/her to fulfill his/her part so that you could collate. Even when it's submitted, the work's way below dis-satisfactory. The initial time schedule has to be extended, finalisation has to be deferred.

That is not all! Remember he/she has feelings. How would he/she feels after repetitive error-corrections or up to a point when you feel it's reach a state when it's no longer conducive to keep mum and confront the problem head-on? This is probably why interpersonal skills comes in handy. But progress? It's definitely deviated from what's budgeted. Of course, not everything in life is perfect and proceed as planned. Detours are expected. I'm just pointing out a dreadful situation when the outcomes becomes undesirably screwed and we do not have the cohesiveness, time and experience to contain the issue. Now, that's a valid argument, wouldn't it?

Stress

I'd prefer to say I don't cope well with stress. If otherwise, you'd probably have to attest my confession yourself. Perhaps its my expressionless face, or my calm appearance, or even the deployment of my wits to circumvent what's faced currently, else anybody might just take my opening sentence seriously. But swear to God, there are times when pressure overwhelms, that's when I would speak my "stress" langauges:
 (i) me arriving to office with a Venti caramel macchiato
 (ii) wearing a black outfit
(iii) me drinking tea
(iv) when I remain quiet the entire day
 (v) when I didn't join in for lunch
Stress is a cognitive disruption. Res ipsa loquitur ("fact speaks for itself" in latin), everyone's familiarly agreeable when i bring out the fact that it plays a irrevocable part on impeding labor. Like fine-tuning a timpani, the master key lies in how we cope and mitigate stress faced. Off-tune it'd hurt your ears. In-tune, you'll get to enjoy a melodious life.

When I'm stressed, I'd ask myself "how do I go about this". Map out all the potential resorts in my head, process its costs and benefits and pick the most efficient and effective fit. Yes, this would be ideal. "What if" there's no way out? Head for the exit? No, that's the last resort. Probably responsible enough to keep the productivity gauge above zero. Haha. As Rebecca advised "ask and it shall be given", someone has to save the day eventually!

Productivity is after all a mind's affair. Of course, the statement's valid under the assumptions that we're not physically hurt and/or troubled with health problems.

De one with Goodbye 2010

Auld Lang Syne

It seemed alot of people, or at least those around me, had forgotten about singing "auld lang syne" the second the clock tickles past the 12 am mark. They get so overwhelmed with excitement from count down, and overjoyed from the series of celebration parties immediately after welcoming the first half an hour of the new year. Hmm.. I believe there were others who were too occupied, setting their minds to new year's resolutions and of course, the majority who worried over getting out of terribly congestion and pinning hopes of getting home earlier to retire.

You'd probably wonder why would I bring up the Scots poem song out of the blues. Oh relax, no intentional agenda. Just relating what happened while I was chilling out with my bestest friend, good pal and another long-known friend at the Ink Bar. Proud to say, I was disciplined enough to have only consumed two drinks. Cam-whored for abit until midnight when we made alot of noise which the party gadgets, drink and left for our next event. Well, they celebrated my recent promotion too.

Kueh Pie Tee

How did we end up at Ink Bar? 3 hours before, we had dinner. Made reservations at Fairmount Asian Cafe (previously "fairmount market plaza"). Boy oh boy, we have never been more full. Due to someone's order (just kidding), I let my hair down and ate a spread. There was salad, vegetable, carrots, broccoli, sashimi, mussel, oysters, scallop, cereal prawns, tout, stingray, lamb, beef, turkey, satay, chicken thigh in thai chilli, tandoori chicken, seafood tom yam, crabmeat soup, kueh pie tee, tissue prata, white and fried rice, dhar and desserts.. awww... the durian paste, mango pudding, raspberry-vanilla and strawberry sorbet ice-cream. Ok, I didn't eat all those, but I loved the stingray, tomyam and desserts (yes, the durian paste) completely.

The place was decorated with gray and blue balloons which swirling navy blue ribbons. And this peranakan design dish bowl containing lemon soup. We practically laughed our hearts out when I amused my dinner partners, telling Loo to pose with the dish bowl and become "the little Baba", like how Jeanette Aw did in the local drama series "The Little Nonya". Jessamine was indulging, she even hummed the theme music. The moment was hilarious.

The Little Baba, 2011 (without any intentional infringement/insult meant)

Probably shouldn't be blogging about how Jess started her appetizers with a plateful of meat. But it's gleefully amazing. While we were appetizing the cold-salad and sashimi, she was gorging on meat. Haha.

Loo kept asking where is Clara, who she's with, what will she be doing, why she's not joining us for dinner, when she's coming to meet us. I counter-irritate him with questions on what the subsequent events hold. Damn joker la, he's supposed to make reservations for KTV at his preferred venue at Katong (affordable and economical, says the SMU business analyst). Turns out he said there was too limited time and all the rooms were booked. A trial was conducted towards the end of dinner buffet, it was resolved the available ktvs were extortionately costly, moreover there wasn't any good movies, hence we trailed to the Ink Bar before proceeding to Play nation for Wii (girls' choice).

Wii was ok. Perhaps it's revived the childhood days when I was fascinated with Atari, Sega, Nitando games on Krisworld and the fab X-box. Guess it's the novelty of more interactivity of swinging and seeing your movements being captured on screen that sets it apart from the past game stations. But I derived more fun, laughing at ourselves, doing all those silly movements.

At 3am, I was caught in a little over-dramatic moment, standing by the road in front of Hotel Rendezvous and hailing the stream of approaching cabs with green lights which refused to stop. Loo hailed me a cab eventually, god bless him, but well, it was really tough getting home after a countdown party. Suppose the best is to book the hotel room in advance and put up there for the night. Save all the troubles. As per Christmas.

Happy new year. What's different? There was not spectacular fireworks, no squeezing through sweaty crowds but certain stuff remains: quality time with dear friends, alcohol, the enchanting countdown and fun. What's new? New found joy and better feast this year! Cheers to a better new year!