I have all of these pent up thoughts and emotions, pressing against the walls of my mind, desperately finding a form of escape, dying to be translated into words – onto paper and weave itself into a song.
But for now, I am just too dead beat after office to accomplish anything. :/
“Year Year got fish”:)
Dinner at the Golden Peony, Conrad Centennial Hotel.
Having started work quite recently (a couple of months now), I’ve had, already within this short stint, come across a good number of work ethics, etiquttes and practices. From the hush-hush of salary’s/past jobs/future jobs to the idiosyncratic scoreboard of brownie points to the politiking and right down to the work-email-sorta-response.
Its a work culture we cannot do without I suppose… that is if surviving is at the top of your mind… and it has its functionalities as well. For instance, work-email-sorta-response tend to be succint and very clear. It doesn’t beat around the bush. And it works out fine because hey, time is money. And more often than not, no one’s really that interested in what you’ve got to say.
But what really irks me is when habits like that are brought out of office and into friendly, amicable relationships out of office.
The word “noted” (used singly without accompanying text of concern/interest/emotion) really really puts me off – when used out of professional relationships of course. Maybe I’m overly particular with word choice, but seriously, Honestly, if your girlfriend told you she had an exam and couldn’t make it for dinner would just go “Noted, all the best”?? You ought to be shot if you said yes.
The word “noted” really just DOESN’T and CANNOT work with any other words of apparent concern. Its a total turn-off to be exact. Its a really mechanical response. But we live in a word of texting and emails. Oh and words carry no emotions. But the truth is, how much you give a damn will be reflected in how much thought you do put into words – which entails a consideration also how the other party would receive it.
So please, don’t patronize me. Noted?
We celebrated my grandpa’s birthday today – had a function over at Kovan Melody.
It was pretty interesting. My uncle came with his guitar setup (amps and all) and we had quite a time performing (with a good deal of missing chords and words. I’m bad at this memory thing.).
I’ve come to believe that all these rhythm and beats that float out of me actually came from my dad… Which seemed rather impossible given his very quiet and quite unexpressive disposition (also, he couldn’t play)… But I think there’re more musically inclined relatives on his side than mum’s.
INteresting.
Random photo
- the Cavalier Kings Charles havin a taste of Pinky, the Gay Bear.
An acoustic cover with a friend of mine who stays just a couple of blocks away from me.
For want of a better place to Jam, we ended up at this Community Centre Open Gym on the 3rd level (pretty much unused).
Good Jams can take place anywhere.
A welcomed sight after a day of relentless downpours and cold drizzles.
God is good, and all the time, God is good.
is to deliberately display gratitude, appreciation and acknowledgement of a benefit received.
But hush now and keep this to yourself only. It’s still pretty much a secret out there.
I give you my brother and I – a hastily put together cover of Adele’s Rolling In The Deep
Much problems with pronunciation, lyrics, pitching… still, a decent enough cover:)
Oh and pardon the shag-face. It happens when you decide to record at 11plus in the night after expending every ounce of yourself in street soccer the very same evening.
