Absence

I realized that I have not been writing for 2 weeks. There’s nothing to write about. The lady boss still has not contact me for the date of commencement for the new job. I am not in any particular hurry anyway. The only good thing that comes out from this part time job is the opportunity to break the monotonous daily routine and to meet new people. After that, for sure my blog will become more interesting for there will be more things to feature on. So stay on.


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Job interview

I have no idea where the courage came from. I just picked up the phone and asked for an interview. On the other line, came an approachable voice that was encouraging. An hour later, the face of that voice turned out to be as approachable, although minus the smile. She was nice, but she seemed not used to smiling, which was such a pity for she looked so good when she occasionally did.

What began as an interview ended up like a conversation among friends. I got that job, nevertheless without any related experience. It is the first time that they employ a part timer. It is also the first time that a Singaporean of my age and experience would want such a non pleasant job. Perplexity was written all over her face. A small triumph but it is still a triumph.

But everyone of my friends was wondering “why you take thatttttttt job?”

Why not?

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Cooking Therapy

In the field of psychological treatment, there is animal-assisted therapy, laughter therapy etc. How about cooking therapy? If it does not exist, maybe there should.



You may ask “How can getting out pots and pans, cleaning vegetables, adding salt, be considered therapeutic?” Well, let’s put those boring procedures aside.

Fancy how much relief you can get by chopping a chicken into pieces, while imagining that poor bird is your enemy. First off the head, then the legs. If that isn’t torturous enough to solve your problem, then try another receipe. Maybe stuff chicken with mushrooms or chestnut? It means using your hands and …. Hey be careful though. This is suppose to ease you from your anger. If you gradually feel erotic instead, then you better seek another therapy

 
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Perspective of time

Have you ever felt that time passes very quickly? You lament that with a blink of the eye, November is already here. You are disappointed because you have not fulfilled even half of your 2009 new year’s resolution. The pace in life is too fast for stopping or rose smelling. Here comes the street decoration to serve as a reminder for the grand closure of the year. Then nervousness cracks in. You feel that you have done so little or have achieved nothing so far.

Well, don’t be.

It is actually a blessing if you feel that time is passing quickly. It means you are happy. Happy moments are always too short because we are too engrossed in them to notice their pace. Instead, sad times creeps at a torturous speed. The night just won’t go when you are having insomnia. It stops when you are waiting outside the operation room. It even seems to go backwards when you are in pain or heart broken.

So when the next time you complain about how time flies, just tell yourself how lucky you have been all this time. Not only you have grown older and hence become more matured, you have been happy all this while.

C'è posta per te/ You've got mail

I just sent you a postcard.


There is no particular reason for it. It is also not for any special occasion. I just feel like sending it to you. As simple as that.


I hope it brightens up your day, making you a little happier or perhaps put a smile on your face. To heck with all those emails and stuffs. I am an old fashion guy.

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