Yups its that time of the year once again when I bid thee, my loyal readers, a temporary farewell on account of me going home and lying on a beach somewhere in Bentota :D I've heard sending messages in a bottle at sea is faster than communicating via internet in SL, so I shall be going offline for a while (gosh, how modern day lingo has evolved) but will be back, depressed, fat and melancholy, in January~!
On a side note, 2009 has been a BLAST. I think its properly lived up to the declaration as the year of travel and Bailey's Irish Cream, but there's been a whole lot more to it that's made it just awesome. More ups than downs, more smiles than frowns, and lots of happy, crazy memories (and photographs!). I'm hoping 2010 (the year of more travel and Malibu) will only be better :D
So adieu till 2010 and a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to one and all! :D
The finicky nitpicker
Being a writer in a MedComs company has its consequences when it comes to daily life (just look at the title of this post). You know you take your job too seriously when:
-You unconsciously proofread newspapers and criticize the grammar/punctuation/sentence structure used.
-You capitalise the first letter of the first word (also known as sentence case) in every new sentence when chatting with people on Skype and MSN.
- You're the unanimously appointed writer/editor of the family and are called upon at 3am to proofread and share your 'expert' opinion on resumes, cover letters and CVs.
- Text alignment, page margins, colour schemes and font size can be a source of manic depression or insane glee.
- You become a paranoid hypochondriac overnight. Writing about pneumonia makes you wonder whether you've had it all this time (that darn cough that never went away) and reading a manuscript on overactive bladder syndrome makes you want to pee constantly.
- You can generate impressive bios based on 2 line CVs from the most boring people on Earth in the blink of an eye.
- MS Word, Powerpoint and RefMan become the Holy Grail of your existence. Nevermind the bombings in Baghdad and Obama's strategies to fight unemployment; Word crashed on you today and the world as you know it is ending.
- Illegally obtaining a reference paper to support the fact that 30% of all women suffer from breast cancer in Singapore can make your day.
- Your opinion of a person relies heavily on how many typos there are in their emails to you.
- You dream about having an asthma attack, not knowing how to use your inhaler properly, and then dying as a result because you can't remember the steps from when you were drafting the patient information leaflet.
- Your 'spam' mail consists of updates on medical advances and clinical research from Medscape and Wed MD.
- You completely lose it when someone hands you a letter to read with double spaces between some of the words.
- You cringe inwardly and outwardly when people say 'Oh yeah, the feedbacks we got were very helpful; there were some stuffs that needed to be improved on though.'
- You can sit through a perfectly normal conversation about infant diarrhoea over dinner and not gag once or lose your appetite.
- Your 'lingo' sounds something like this:
'So then you go Ctrl+A and Ctrl+F. Or just do a Ctrl+H to save time.. *pause* You don't know what Ctrl +H does? Where have you been living- on the moon??'
'Ok, Shift + Enter will help better with sentence alignment than just Enter. No orphan words remember? Why don't these things bother you?!'
I think I've made my point.
-You unconsciously proofread newspapers and criticize the grammar/punctuation/sentence structure used.
-You capitalise the first letter of the first word (also known as sentence case) in every new sentence when chatting with people on Skype and MSN.
- You're the unanimously appointed writer/editor of the family and are called upon at 3am to proofread and share your 'expert' opinion on resumes, cover letters and CVs.
- Text alignment, page margins, colour schemes and font size can be a source of manic depression or insane glee.
- You become a paranoid hypochondriac overnight. Writing about pneumonia makes you wonder whether you've had it all this time (that darn cough that never went away) and reading a manuscript on overactive bladder syndrome makes you want to pee constantly.
- You can generate impressive bios based on 2 line CVs from the most boring people on Earth in the blink of an eye.
- MS Word, Powerpoint and RefMan become the Holy Grail of your existence. Nevermind the bombings in Baghdad and Obama's strategies to fight unemployment; Word crashed on you today and the world as you know it is ending.
- Illegally obtaining a reference paper to support the fact that 30% of all women suffer from breast cancer in Singapore can make your day.
- Your opinion of a person relies heavily on how many typos there are in their emails to you.
- You dream about having an asthma attack, not knowing how to use your inhaler properly, and then dying as a result because you can't remember the steps from when you were drafting the patient information leaflet.
- Your 'spam' mail consists of updates on medical advances and clinical research from Medscape and Wed MD.
- You completely lose it when someone hands you a letter to read with double spaces between some of the words.
- You cringe inwardly and outwardly when people say 'Oh yeah, the feedbacks we got were very helpful; there were some stuffs that needed to be improved on though.'
- You can sit through a perfectly normal conversation about infant diarrhoea over dinner and not gag once or lose your appetite.
- Your 'lingo' sounds something like this:
'So then you go Ctrl+A and Ctrl+F. Or just do a Ctrl+H to save time.. *pause* You don't know what Ctrl +H does? Where have you been living- on the moon??'
'Ok, Shift + Enter will help better with sentence alignment than just Enter. No orphan words remember? Why don't these things bother you?!'
I think I've made my point.
Shades of blue
It's been a weird Friday so far.Ordinary people and random conversations can inspire you in profound ways. Make you want to be a better person,and appreciate what you have and have been given. Help you realise that there's so much more to this life than you thought possible.
A tired struggle to wake up, but what's left of the holiday high, the thought of home in a week and Live on loop kept me smiling.
A single two line email that completely knocked me off my carefully resurrected perch, right back into the chaotic undercurrent that's been holding me under the last 2 weeks.
Lunch with the ladies and a discussion about Tiger Woods, extra marital affairs and the associated complexities that come with the Y chromosome. I don't blame you guys for thinking women are complicated. We are, and I don't understand us most of the time either.
The need to stop trying to save people. The realisation that there's almost nothing I can do, except worry helplessly and be there if/when they need me, is slowly dawning, and making me feel more helpless. Some don't even want to be saved I think.
I've been not-so-pleasantly surprised by the extent to which you can unconsciously care about someone, and get affected by things going on with them as a result. It's scary stuff, not being in complete control of you.
I wish I could tell you everything that's tucked away and hidden inside, but I don't think its the right time. I'm not sure it ever will be.
There's so much to do, and so little time. Phase shifts are always hard, but this one's taking a lot out of me. Sandy beaches and sunny blue skies await on the other side, with smiles, laughter and warm hugs. I just need to hang in there and see this through. That's always the hardest part.
Resignation
I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult. I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an
eight-year-old again.
eight-year-old again.
I want to go to McDonald’s and think that it’s a four-star restaurant.
I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make a sidewalk
with rocks.
I want to think M&Ms are better than money because you can
eat them.
I want to run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot
summer’s day.
I want to return to a time when life was simple, when all you knew were colors, multiplication tables and nursery rhymes, but that didn’t bother you because you didn’t know what you didn’t know and you didn’t care. All you knew was to be happy, because you were blissfully unaware of all the things that should make you worried or upset.
I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good.
I want to believe that anything is possible. I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be overly excited by the little
things again.
I want to live simply again. I don’t want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive when there are more days in the month than there is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness and loss of loved ones.
I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams, mankind and making angels in the snow.
I want to play with my pets and my days of imagination to
last forever.
So here are my chequebooks and my car keys, my credit card bills and my 401(k) statements.
I am officially resigning from adulthood.
(Author Unknown)
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