Basket Case

I really like the Green Day song of the same title.

Music like that only reflects the mood that I am at, like grasping at emotional straws that some times have no tangible threads or connections.

It actually might be an illness

So all those cryptic/ not-so-cryptic posts previously, were not a reflection actually of what I ‘normally’ am.

Mid week break

I have become accustomed to having a mid-week break.

Whilst everyone is slogging away at their desks, I would be out slinging my handbag and cantering on the pavements and air-conditioned walkways, just breathing in the air of freedom.

I wish I could be an optimist always…

This is not a cryptic post, or at least it is not intended to be.

Maybe this is an off-shoot from what I do for work, but if I can’t produce something for the masses, then it shouldn’t even be there in the first place.

Headfirst slide into Copperstown on a bad bet

Things have been very pessimistic lately, what with the whole prolonged economic crisis and swine flu.

Travel has become very restrictive nowadays, with an onus placed on you to declare where you have been and the fluid issue of home quarantine coming up, should the need arise.

Or at least that is how it is with my company anyway.

When worlds collide…

It is a rare event indeed, when the first day of Chinese New Year coincides with Australia Day.

It is even heartening to know that the first solar eclipse of the year will also fall on the same day.

So it is 2009…

My first post for the new year…and I still don’t feel like 2008 has left. Or maybe it is just me?

To most, 2008 was when the champagne bubbles of excess and success from 2007 fizzled out. Everything just went downhill.

But it is a matter of perception I guess.

For birthday parties and homecomings that would never be the same again

The world lost a Nobel Laureate.

I lost the only playwright I have read since I was forced to read Shakespeare in school and the only one I bothered to seek out and read when I became addicted to just one play.

Requiescat In Pace Harold Pinter.

My sister’s home!

I am really happy that my sister is home.

Perhaps it is true afterall, that absence does indeed make the heart grow fonder and it does, after her three-month absence.

Death and all his friends

It seems like I have been in touch with plenty of death lately.

I remember talking to my colleague on the phone when the news came in from the wires that there was the first Singaporean casualty ever from a terrorist attack and I felt physically ill at the thought.