I don't know why, but lately I have not had much inspiration to 'share' things with people. As if life has suddenly been less interesting though that isn't necessarily true. I think it's mainly because there are less new, impromptu and unfamiliar things that has flooded me as it had in the first year I arrived in London.
Life has settled to a more predictable and manageable pace, and rather than savouring new and exciting experience, it's getting down to the hard work of learning new things, applying and practicing to excel further in the areas I have chosen to fix my attention on. And it isn't very exciting to say I struggled yet again today to get what I'm trying to learn, but there has been a slight improvement.
Anyway, mom is visiting and sister due to arrive on Monday. :)
Sunday, March 29, 2009
The task of continuous improvement
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Thursday, March 26, 2009
Poor sheep
Oh my, this is really incredible!
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Girls and boys
I love how lately the teenage girls in church in the past few weeks who usually ignore me (and most other adults, not just me) has been quite chummy with me.
Especially when I'm having a conversation with some guy.
I was talking with a first year university guy who during one of the evening service when out of a blue, one of the girls said hello to me loudly and came to stand next to me and without missing a beat I greeted them back warmly and proceeded to introduce them to the guy. The guy quickly excused himself in the next few seconds and I was left with the girls giggling to me about how one of them thought he was very cute.
I was very promptly reminded of my teenage days, especially with Lekha, my best ditzy friend. And I couldn't help but mentally slap my forehead. I was that irritating huh.
The following week I was having lunch in the garden with some of the guys, and the guys being schoolteachers started asking me about how to cope with teenage girls because they found it challenging. I had to remind them to be patient because teenagehood is a very difficult phase, if not the most difficult, and sometimes, pointing to myself, they grow out of it and turn out fairly ok.
When I first came to England nearly 1 and a half years ago and for the first time in my life started interacting with English teenagers, especially female English teenagers, I was very intimidated. I didn't understand them, they didn't understand me, and we both steered clear from each other.
But I guess there is an international language that most females across nations can communicate through after all. Teenage fancies and boys.
Especially when I'm having a conversation with some guy.
I was talking with a first year university guy who during one of the evening service when out of a blue, one of the girls said hello to me loudly and came to stand next to me and without missing a beat I greeted them back warmly and proceeded to introduce them to the guy. The guy quickly excused himself in the next few seconds and I was left with the girls giggling to me about how one of them thought he was very cute.
I was very promptly reminded of my teenage days, especially with Lekha, my best ditzy friend. And I couldn't help but mentally slap my forehead. I was that irritating huh.
The following week I was having lunch in the garden with some of the guys, and the guys being schoolteachers started asking me about how to cope with teenage girls because they found it challenging. I had to remind them to be patient because teenagehood is a very difficult phase, if not the most difficult, and sometimes, pointing to myself, they grow out of it and turn out fairly ok.
When I first came to England nearly 1 and a half years ago and for the first time in my life started interacting with English teenagers, especially female English teenagers, I was very intimidated. I didn't understand them, they didn't understand me, and we both steered clear from each other.
But I guess there is an international language that most females across nations can communicate through after all. Teenage fancies and boys.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
See me juggle
I wonder if this generation is in the busiest era of time.
When I watch movies in the 1900s or anytime in the past that is not this century, I feel a mist of wistfulness settle over my head as I muse about how nice it must be, to have time to sleep the night away and just having time in excess with the absence of technology clamouring for attention and ubiquitous thirst for results whether in form of money, actions or at least intentions to achieve those results.
Where's the result of your work? Where's the sales figures? How are you demonstrating continuous improvement?
What are you doing with your life? Where do you see yourself in two, five or ten years time?
Anyway.
I don't work long hours or am demanded for hard and fast results as it was when I was working in Malaysia. But I still feel as busy and nearly as drained as I did then.
My own fault really. Just as I find some kind of stability in my daily routines I start getting restless and go out to add more things that I can juggle. New classes, new skills I target to build, new challenges to tackle.
And when I start to tire and my juggling gets more wobbly and I start dropping the balls, I get upset with myself and beat myself up for my failure to perform my juggling tricks flawlessly. And then I get upset and drop everything to sit down and sulk for awhile.
After a day or two of sulking, sense starts knocking on my head and telling me that I really have no choice but to just have another go at the juggling thing again. Either that or have my life completely incapacitated.
And so the cycle starts yet again.
When I watch movies in the 1900s or anytime in the past that is not this century, I feel a mist of wistfulness settle over my head as I muse about how nice it must be, to have time to sleep the night away and just having time in excess with the absence of technology clamouring for attention and ubiquitous thirst for results whether in form of money, actions or at least intentions to achieve those results.
Where's the result of your work? Where's the sales figures? How are you demonstrating continuous improvement?
What are you doing with your life? Where do you see yourself in two, five or ten years time?
Anyway.
I don't work long hours or am demanded for hard and fast results as it was when I was working in Malaysia. But I still feel as busy and nearly as drained as I did then.
My own fault really. Just as I find some kind of stability in my daily routines I start getting restless and go out to add more things that I can juggle. New classes, new skills I target to build, new challenges to tackle.
And when I start to tire and my juggling gets more wobbly and I start dropping the balls, I get upset with myself and beat myself up for my failure to perform my juggling tricks flawlessly. And then I get upset and drop everything to sit down and sulk for awhile.
After a day or two of sulking, sense starts knocking on my head and telling me that I really have no choice but to just have another go at the juggling thing again. Either that or have my life completely incapacitated.
And so the cycle starts yet again.
Sunday, March 08, 2009
Sleepwalking, fail!
Happy Birthday?! Or belated...? I know it's somewhere near but forgot the exact date.
God bless you Ee Wei :)