Sydney, here I come...

All my bags are packed, am I ready to go?
I'm sitting here, I'm on the floor,
I'd hate to ring you up to say goodbye...

But traffic's peaking, just hear those horns,
No taxi's waiting, their strike's still on,
Already I'm so tired I could cry...

So kiss me and comfort me,
Tell me that you'll fly with me,
Hold me coz' I don't want to let go...

Cause I'm boarding on a jet plane,
I don't know if checks were done again,
I'm scared the engine just might blow...

On the news today, a plane went down,
From Perth to Sydney, not safe not sound,
I heard the smoke was coming out in rings...

So before I fly, I think of you,
And I think of smoke and firetrucks too,
& engine failure, maybe in the wings...

So kiss me and comfort me,
Tell me that you'll fly with me,
Hold me coz' I don't want to let go...

Cause I'm boarding on a jet plane,
I don't know if checks were done again,
I'm scared the engine just might blow...

Now the time has come for me to leave you,
One more time, oh let me kiss you,
I'll close my eyes and I'll be on my way...

Oh my weary bones...

I am so tired. I am so tired of dealing with people. I am so tired of working my a$$ off and having other people whinge and bitch and complain that they're so busy to another colleague (if you're SO BUSY, how could you possibly have the time to do the above?) OVER A CUP OF COFFEE! I am so tired of people being negative. Why do people have to put other people down just so that they can look better? Why is it that we can't help one another and get along? Why is it that the smallest of things can be blown into World War III?

*sigh*

I am so weary of the Australian work culture. I miss the Malaysian culture and the way that we work as a collective - we view ourselves as 'we' and we celebrate our unity. We know we're all different and we may have racial discrimination etc. But we can still work together and work through our differences and NOT let our differences bring the way we work down.

So maybe it is a good thing that people of all different backgrounds are being 'dispersed' everywhere - then maybe, more people can learn to live in harmony and understand that being different is good. Being different means experiencing new things. Having diversity may bring new learnings, new ideas, new challenges. And why should we be afraid of something new? Is change so bad?

*sigh*

Let it begin...

And so tomorrow, the onslaught begins.

Flowers will be sent, chocolates will be consumed, and some a$$es wil be kicked to kingdom come for forgetting. Retailers will believe that it's okay to make a killing on this day, and significant others will believe that killing is the only option for this day.

Today, a colleague (let's call this colleague Y) received flowers in anticipation of tomorrow. Me, I think that's a good idea. Get it in before everyone else. That way, everyone else can talk to their partners about what Y got and remind their significant others (not so gently) that they better get their acts together before the chopping block happens.

But I don't really care if I get flowers anymore...it just means that I have to care for them and that, at the moment, isn't something I relish. Chocolates isn't something I'd fancy either, given that I've put on a couple more kilos recently and don't need the extra weight (who said getting dogs would make me exercise more?). And the only thing I will be thinking about tomorrow is "Damn it, so much to do, so littl' time. When will my work be done?" Just like what I've been thinking for the past month or so.

So to everyone celebrating Valentine's Day (and also to those of you who have been forward thinking enough to plan a nice Valentine's Day surprise), enjoy the day. Cherish spending time with each other, because it's another day that you have to share and that you can create memories together for.

On the other hand, to those of you who've gone "Crap, it's tomorrow?"...all I can say is good luck and may the Force be with you (so that you can do the whole Obi-Wan Kenobi mind trick). If that doesn't work...you're on your own mate!

Bucket Head (The Second)

My poor puppy...

We are only mere mortals

Today, Heath Ledger passed away. He was only 28. It came as such a shock this morning as I was preparing to leave for work. Only last night were these two radio personalities talking about death and what people would say when you die. They did a feature on one of the radio personalities because her co-host said that she would not get to hear what people had to say about her if she passed on.

I pondered over my own mortality. How many people would truly mourn, besides my family and close friends? Who would notice if I passed on? Would I be merely like the tree that falls silently in the Amazon jungle? Or would it be something that people talked about and grieved over for awhile?

How would my eulogy read if I passed on?

"Here lies The Cow, loving wife and daughter, sister and close friend. Moo lived a full life, with much love to give and share, and many wise (but sometimes sarcastic) words to spare. She lent an ear, a shoulder (some arms and legs plus the whole body if necessary), but also kindness and compassion to all.

Everyday, we will miss her quick smile, her gentle hand, her kind words and her loving gestures. We were all privileged enough to have met her and to have had her in our lives for this period of time. Though there may have been moments of pain, anger or sadness, they were short-lived and few and far between. But they only made us appreciate more the sweet moments that we shared.

We will always remember the Cow and cherish the memories of her. May she be at rest, wherever she may be. And we hope, for her sake, the grass is greener on the other side (and more tasty too)".

Will this be what people say?