Wednesday, November 08, 2006

12 week exactly... I still wish....

I received my first birthday prezzie of this year. This is actually from a colleague who thought my birthday is on the 9th. She's 10 days early. Hahaha! But its the thought that counts. =)

This is what my sweetie colleague gave.



Super drained day. Worked till 930pm today. But yet to complete my work that is due tmr noon. I have to continue to RUSH once I reach office tmr morning!

As ex-colleagues invited me for dinner and clubbing, I find myself stumbling over the issue of drinking again. And still, I still can't affirm a stand on this issue. I thought I've found my stand, but only to realise that I was just brushing the issue away.

Thought of the week:
12 weeks exactly. On cab again.
I still wish....

2 comments:

we are ur colleagues said...

IF by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools.
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

We r ur colleagues said...

Welcoming Life (by Mariani)

Tide goes high and low
Seasons come and go
Sun retreats
Moon shows up
Moon hides
Sun takes its turn
Happiness sadness luck and problem take their turn
Natural process
Shall I be content welcoming it?



Life welcomed (A reply to Mariani's poem by a HOMS colleague)

Wimps of the moon, the cycles of tides
Gone, the sensual touch of Lady Artemis
Her gossamer torn asunder as Apollo rides
Broken and re-wove
Alas, spring has faded and come
Savage, it is from siblings

Baptize, chasten, man has been

Primordial, nature has exhorted

Soar, I shall with the sonorous tune of nature
Welcome, I embrace the life that resonates in it.