Posts from ‘December, 2008’

Crossing over. 2009, here I come

It is the last 90 minutes of the year. The boys are totally occupied by the X-Box and I am happy for their company in my living room and the solitude their pastime affords me. People don’t realise it, but I like having the boys around. They make me feel less antisocial while still allowing me the freedom of doing whatever I like. I am comfortable around them. I am happy doing my thing while they trash talk each other ten feet away. And when I am done and it is time for bed, I go upstairs.

I have been giving 2009 due thought. At the beginning of 2008, I wrote this. Now, on the 31 December, I re-read it and reflect on the year gone past. As has become habit, yet another year has passed by far too quickly. I remember my interview with Darren Hayes so incredibly clearly and am shocked to realise it took place in January. This, I tell myself, is one of the things I love most about blogging. It is the ongoing chronicle of my life, the memory lane I occasionally, and most easily, traipse.

It has been a very good year. I think I’ve achieved much of what I set out to do at the beginning. I think I gave 2008 my all. Not in every aspect I’d hoped, but in many ways. And there’s always next year. You know what they say, better late than never.

For 2009, I think I want to challenge myself. I want to see myself doing things I never thought I could, or would. Exactly what that entails, I hope to figure out as I go along although I do already have a couple of things in mind. It’s a good thought to start the year with.

I read Jason Mraz’s blog, and this is what he had to say about ringing in the New Year. I’ve been thinking all day about how I’m going to cross over, but realise, now that the hour approaches, that I shall just leave it to circumstance. With the lack of any real direction in my ushering in of a brand new 365 days, I tell myself I will not, cannot, allow those 15 minutes or couple of hours to set the tone for the rest of the year.

J and K are on their way over. Together with the boys (including A, who is in town), we’ll make eight counting down in just a bit. Wherever you are, however you celebrate, a very Happy New Year to you. May 2009 be everything you hope it will be and more.

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Christmas Eve dress-up!

For Christmas Eve this year, we decided to put my virgin kitchen to the test (I don’t consider instant noodles cooking). So G roasted a chicken, I made mashed potatoes, C prepared chocolate fondue for dessert and everyone else came bearing their various culinary and alcoholic contributions.

We dressed up for the occasion – scarves, jackets, beanies, M even brought a pair of gloves! And then we had to turn on the airconditioning full blast before everybody melted. It was so much fun.

For more photos, go here.

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Merry Christmas!

May you find your own special way to celebrate. May you be surrounded by and/or reminded of those nearest and dearest to you. May you eat whatever you want, not caring what people/your diet/your inner conscience tells you. Just for a day. It’s Christmas!

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Time to readjust my expectations?

Y said something interesting the other night: “I don’t know why you always expect the best out of your bosses.”

Yes. Why do I?

Because I always think the best of people, until they prove otherwise.

Because I believe a man’s word is his currency and I hold my bosses to that.

Because even though I know there are lots of sleazebag employers out there, I cannot work for people who do not have integrity and who I do not respect.

I don’t know which is sadder: the fact that Y doesn’t expect good things of his bosses because he probably reckons all employers will not hesitate to screw you over for their own benefit; or me stubbornly believing – and expecting – good things of mine, only to be disappointed.

Perhaps the fact that he works in a multi-national firm and I, in a cosy little company, has something to do with it. Actually, I think it does. But I refuse to change my attitude towards my bosses. Integrity is non-negotiable. I want to – expect to – be able to trust and respect them.

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How important is it to be nice?

With Christmas just a couple of days away, the raging debate in the office has been: should the 26th, which is a Friday, be declared an off-day for all? Many companies are closing for the day, but we won’t be. At least, not as of right this minute.

I think we should, if nothing else, as a gesture of goodwill and embodiment of the spirit of giving this Christmas season from an employer to his faithful and overworked employees.

Many companies don’t realise the importance of being nice to their employees. And by nice, I don’t mean in terms of monetary rewards. Not all companies earn truckloads of money and I understand that it’s not always possible to be financially generous.

But there are other ways of being generous and other ways of being nice. And these little things, no matter how small they seem, can go a long way towards boosting the morale of workers. After all, you want to attract the best and most passionate people and – more importantly – keep them, don’t you?

Everybody wants that, but very few companies understand that they need to work at it. I’m no corporate expert, I’m not even business-minded, but one thing I do know is the importance of being nice.

What do you think? Am I being too idealistic here? Are you getting the 26th off?

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Good morning, mid-morning person

The good thing about being a morning person is it gets infinitely cooler the older you get. Unless, of course, you’re married to someone who can most optimistically only be described as as early-afternoon person. That means I get most Saturday mornings all to myself.

The signs are all there: once roused from slumber I won’t be able to go back to sleep even if it is a ridiculous 9am on a Saturday morning and I’d only slept at 2am the night before; my sociability meter starts high and tapers down as the day goes on, the occasional evening social notwithstanding; and I absolutely loathe it when people start their day grouchy and spread their grumpy germs to everybody.

Yes, definitely that third one.

I, for one, like my mornings cheerful. It’s the start to a brand new day, you’ve got the entire morning, afternoon, evening and night laid out before you… what’s there not to be happy about? When you start the day grumpy and, worse, you don’t keep it to youself but spread those evil germs by snapping at people, banging things around or what have you, you’re effectively ruining the mood for everybody else. You can tangibly sense the shift in the air – I swear you can – especially if you’re say, in the office. And people don’t always appreciate that.

You’d think I’d have figured that out about myself by now, but I didn’t realise just how possessive I was towards my mornings until Y woke up utterly foul a couple of days ago and I freaked. I try not to fight before I’ve even had a chance to stomach breakfast but boy, was he being Oscar the Grouch.

Five minutes from the house, I gave in to my fuming and called him from the car, gave him an increasingly loud piece of my mind and hung up. I almost never do that, because I always think I’ll look like an idiot when I call back after hanging up, and I sometimes have to call because I’m well, an idiot (sometimes), but in this case, I had made pretty damn sure I wouldn’t be.

Then I went in to work, happy again. I understand if people are grumpy at 6am but between the hours of 9 to 12, there’s really no excuse. I like my mornings, you see.

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Our first Christmas tree

Y and I got our very first Christmas tree this year, a thousand thanks to Wan Yen.

As we were putting it up together, I realised that decorating a Christmas tree is one of those things that sort of get ingrained in you, especially if you, like me, grew up with a Christmas tree most years. And it isn’t until you’re married and attempting to put one up with your husband that you realise that everyone does it slightly differently, and everyone comes with preconceived notions – or lack thereof – of how it should be done.

People ask all sorts of questions before they get married to each other: life goals, family plans, likes and dislikes. You think you know a person, but really, until the occasion arises, you’ve never asked what they usually eat for reunion dinner on Chinese New Year’s eve, how they decorate their Christmas trees and what their Christmas lunch entails.

It’s only when the time comes, in our case three years into our marriage, that I realise Y doesn’t really know how to put up a Christmas tree. And I am reminded afresh that we are actually two different people from two different backgrounds coming together to make a new life.

I am reminded that we have different habits, different traditions and different memories of the same celebrations. It’s kind of cool, the fact that I am reminded of this and the fact that we’re making new traditions together. Not that I have decided if an annual Christmas tree is going to be our tradition. We’ll see.

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Things I didn’t need to know

This is by far one of the grossest pieces of celebrity news I have ever come across.

And speaking of which, I have these saved up from Jessie, who generously shared her blobs of wisdom during our date night two evenings ago. The first she offered while we were eating dinner:

“I think someone should invent a machine to suck out all the mucus in my nose.”

Then as we were leaving the restaurant:

“Now that my nose is blocked, whenever I pee, it feels extra warm.”

Like I said, things I didn’t need to know.

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My siblings made an evening of…

Guitar Hero!

Jessie just turned 21 and I haven’t really spent time with her since she got back early December so this was heaps fun. We made a real date of it: Guitar Hero, dinner and a movie. Then I’ll have to take them home because she’s still not allowed to take the car out.

Edit: So the night turned out a whole lot more interesting than we expected when Josh took ill just before the movie and emptied the contents of his stomach into a nearby garbage bin. We’re glad he didn’t make a mess on the floor. He puked once more during the show but insisted we stay on for the entire film. What a trooper.

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Gotcha!

Look what my colleagues did to my table while I was away! Five minutes after I discover this, I find the video camera that has been quietly taping my reaction.

You gotta love these practical jokes.

I hope the video doesn’t go on YouTube.

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