Another day..another Friday. But somehow, today is not just another Friday. There’s simply not enough time for me to multi-task at work…I wish I can borrow some time from my colleagues. I miss those good o’days…with my ex-colleagues…our ’short’ lunches…our little gossip sessions…since they’re gone…well, work has been simply, just work.
I’ve already indicated a zillion times about my wish to step down from my position…till I’m on the verge of giving up already. Whenever I’m doing certain CL related stuff..I just told myself…it’s the last time I’m doing that…hang on there. Now, I’m really just hanging on not by my neck, but by my hair. It’s as though I wish to rise up after being buried underground for so long, but now it just get worse..they kept shovelling more soil onto my tired body.
I really felt like pulling my hair out while doing my CL tasks this afternoon. I love talking to my teachers, encouraging them and motivating them. But the paperwork…..the tons and tons of paperwork is getting to me. With the increase of number of teachers on my floor, it’s getting from bad to worse. My heart was racing at 240 beats per min while I was consolidating the mountains of paperwork. In fact, my heart had a good supply of oxgen going on after lunch.
I realised that whenever I’m feeling stressed, I would just sing. And I would sing sad melancholic songs..it would somehow eases my frustrations. This is one such song…
Once upon a time, at the ABC market food centre sat 2 people. They discussed about their dream marriage. Girl wanted a simple affair, but boy wanted a grandfare. Boy lets girl win, but girl felt bad. As the saying goes, marriage is about 2 people, but wedding is about 2 families. Girl cared about what the boy feels as well as his family.
Some time later, boy and girl went to the Fort Canning wedding show on the eventful day that both of them have the same off day. Girl’s dream was the marquee wedding, and upon seeing the ballroom decor, girl exclaimed “I can see myself getting married here”, and that’s that.
Simple became grand.
Preparations, plus more preparations. It is just like a merry-go-round.
Now, boy and girl are happily engaged…not just happily staying engaged, but also happily engaged in all the little never ending preparations.
While time continues to tick, girl is trying to finalise the music arrangement. Girl loves love songs, while boy is busy drafting out the honeymoon itinerary.
Till the day…till then….here’s a song for the boy and girl.
It’s the time of the term again…where I wish I have more time, more clones of myself, and more space in my brain and heart to take the untimely bombs and heart attacks. I wish to change my name to a name that one will find impossible to pronounce, and the best that I came up with long time ago was ‘Princess Honolulu Guatanabe”. I kept hearing my name being called, even if I’m far far away…my phone kept ringing…and smses just keep flooding in…
Problems…problems… and more problems….
Why…why have I not been dethroned yet? When will the next victim come along??
