You've got to move it, move it!

When there's a will, there's a way.

If the mind's undecided and/or only half-sold (or less, for that matter), please spare others the vague and half-hearted attempts.

In short and (pardon me) rather crude terms... Get the unwilling crap out of my face.

The Little White Pill

Am feeling the effects of that powerful cold pill... Had a terrible bout of sneezing fits over the weekend. The passageways were all clogged up, the eyes were sore and the head was light. Yet work needs to get done still. There was just not enough manpower in the office. 

So out comes the tiny white pill, in all its glory of drowsiness-inducing but absolutely nasal-clearing effect. It's ok when I'm deeply involved in a task, be it facilitating a workshop or answering some phone query or churning out some detailed report. But when it comes to just sitting down still at the back of a super air-conditioned room, with some trainer sharing non-stop for more than an hour, the battle against heavy lids begins. And so, I have to stretch, to rub my eyeballs, to wiggle my fingers and get the blood flowing. 

And that's how you come to read this post now. Am still working, just multi-tasking to make sure all my senses are kept awake. :P    

You, Me, Them

Recently caught up with a few friends, and from them got updates on a few more mutual friends. Can't help feeling struck by how different our lives have turned out/are turning out to be. I mean, these are all either my ex-classmates/schoolmates/volunteer mates/workmates. We have shared experiences at some points in our lives (that remain deeply etched in our memories), but look at how things have diverged or are diverging... The 'social events' we attend, the goals we pursue, our daily routines, our joys, worries and laments. Some are doing well - they look good and their happenings sound as peachy as they look. Others are feeling around, sometimes a little lost, most of the times trying their best to make things work. Some are contented, their stable lives anchored by young bouncing babies. Others are caught in a silent complex web of tangled emotions.

Me...? Mine's pretty much a straight line. Comfortable and predictable except for certain periods of overseas stints and occasions of bereavement. Some may think it boring, but I am thankful for the homely pleasures. Next year, a new phase... Perhaps the most 'exhilarating' one yet?