the end of the year is coming. oh no, have not lost any weight. damn it.
haha

i think, we're growing older. so more savings and wiser investments next year please. not to mention better health and skin. and more patience, higher tolerance . ok shall leave e rest of this post for 31 dec before i get carried away.

it puzzled me, the way a person can say a 3 minute grace before eating, and then proceeding to be so nasty in their treatment of people whom she obviously regards as mere minions. the waitresses, the servers and poor little me.

i think god appreciates your grace and glad that you appreciate your blessings, but your actions towards others should matter a lot more isnt it?

what a disgustingly bad friday it was! met a client who was so difficult, a client who calls herself a director who apparently is too busy to bother with 'administration work' and thus, should not be liable for any of the ridiculous consequences. and yes, being in the slightly hypocritical sales business where everyone is just struggling to make a living, i simply plastered a smile on my face, when my mind is just shouting 'lady does that honestly make sense to you?'

you made a mess, we offered you to help clean it up out of sheer goodwill, and you demand that you should need not to lift even the tiniest finger. we could have left you to wallow in your own shit, yet we politely ( maybe even stupidly) suggested alternatives and clean up services.

but yes, such is the way of life and the downs of a job. you win some you lose more. but we all have bills to pay, so perhaps pride has to be swallowed.

i have not come to a decision on this point. is pride more important, or the commission for the work done? it hurts me that after all the work done, i cant simply storm off because i should at least deserve something right?
or is monetary gains more important than ego?
is it maturity that you calmly weather the storm and pull through, accepting and tolerating that these are just part of the job.
and it doesnt mean that I are small or money matters more than myself.
it isnt a sign of failure, but instead a sign of success?

whatever it is, that week is over. today is the start of a new day, and many more good things to come. no need to let people like that ( note i refrained from the use of profanity) get to me.

anyway dear lady, the next time you say your 3 minute grace, maybe you can make it 4, just an extra minute to appreciate me as well.

In ij, our secondary 4 literature book was 'joy luck club' .I don't know if my dislike for the book stemmed from adolescent subconscious rebellio because it was a text I had to study n be graded in; or if I genuinely did not favour her style of writing or the plot.

At bookstores, I veered away from her books; reading amy tan's books was not even a possibility on my list. Then one day, I picked up Ha Jin and was amazed by his literary style, which was like reading poetry, texts full of beautiful flows and powerful descriptions.
The only thing that disappointed me was the lack of a gripping plot, at least to me.

But I begun to find a new found respect and interest for chinese american literature, and I decided to give amy tan another go with 'the kitchen god's wife' and most recently ' a hundred secret senses'

And now, many years on, I realise why I was so sceptical against amy tan. It was my severe lack of sophistication and not knowing how to appreciate ! My oh my, I was so ashamed at my dismissive brush off of her books !

In the latter title, was a story so.. Wise.
It spoke volumes of deaths n living, reincarnations, debts of the past, present n future incurred and repayed. It sang of sisterhood, of bonds that transcends generations. in a novel woven through ancient china n modern america, written in words so full of truth an asian can immediately joyously identify. The characters, some I like more than others, were colourfully described, almost as though they r my friends. And ( spoiler alert!) when one of them went missing, I felt a pang and a frantic insane urge to write to amy tan to rewrite that part of the story because I didn't know what to do with the worry I felt.

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Still calming down from the rush brought about by such a great book. You know, chick lits are fun, they take ur mind off things. Crime books make up for really creative plots, but fiction .. As in general fiction like these.
man, I'm so glad these people have shared their talents with the world. And every once in a while, I come across such a fantastic tale I know it'll be on my bookshelf always.

i can almost understand that insulted egos feel the need to prove themselves, hence all the gang fighting , but ah! to pull out weapons and proudly stab a 19 year old, that was just low down and cowardly.

note the word 'proudly'. what's with all the chanting and hooting of your gang slogans? that was so uncool. you know, i dont know much about gangs and their operations, so my views are from the sidelines, but really, i do believe, if you really need to fight, do it with your fists, and not like 7 against 1 or something! how on earth does that prove your heroics or whatever reason u r fighting for. do you honestly get any satisfaction from it?

no matter what punishment these detractors receive, the parents will never see their boy again.
i think that's the saddest part of all.

life is fragile enough without mindless people doing their best to break it.

well, dear 19 year old boy, you might have had some fault in it, but you definitely didnt deserve death, nor were you asking for it. i hope u will be happy, wherever you are now. and i hope God brings comfort to your family in their times of need.