Thank-you to Wilfrid's Giveaway, we caught Transformers 3(D) preview tonight. I am loving big toys, aliens, robots and science fiction all the more!

The only time I opened my mouth and talked was almost always only during lunches. I hope this model works and is sustainable. Though sometimes I do "talk" to you and it always make me smile like a fool and wonder if you are "talking" in the straight face.

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You make me more than who I am, to wake up and relook at things around me and so now I am curious and interested in everything around me. Things that I was never interested in, things that I was afraid of, things that I never thought of.

And I know what this is, forbidden nevertheless.

After days of working from home, it was tough walking back into an office again today, even if I had a third of a can of coke. But yet of all days, after months on this new role, today I am confident to finally say that I feel happy that, despite everything else, I am doing what I am doing now. And I knew I wouldn't be happy if I have taken the other option, even if that is something I never will know. And this is after almost 5 months on this role, that I had such a reflection, as I walked back to my cubicle.

I am coping good now and I can accept everything (almost) that comes with it. I know I once said that since I am going to take this up, I will have to make all the sacrifices worth-while. I know they are. All the more, I know I might not have even sacrifice much, but gain more than anything, because whatever that belonged to me still belongs to me now and whatever that will not belong to me is also not going to be mine regardless of what. I move on, grow up and even if sometimes they hurt, I know this is one of the best.

Everything around me is always almost dead silent, other than music, but it also gave me a lot more to do a lot more. I am not tied to what were done in the past and I enjoy the flexible I have to do what I want in a way.

And so this is how I feel.

Now what's left is whatever time left on this role, and that I have to remember to water Hello Kitty Junior, my plant by the window.

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It wouldn't make much sense if you hadn't quite know what this is all about but it is clear to me at least.

And, if so this is what you are curious about.

Did we ever ask, why it hasn't happen until now. Why is that, before this happens, or someone playing a role in your life appears, why it hasn't happen before, nor someone else appears before?

Like why I don't have a closer friend than till you came to what is now my ex-team. Or like why did I not have anyone to email all the interesting articles and songs until you came to also what is now my ex-team.

But why is that, they say you are no longer who I know. I guess I don't know still because well, we are of the different teams now.

Love this show!

That I was thinking, why do we spend so much of our time in life doing the same few things. Of the years when we are young and able, we spend all our time in the little seat cubicle in a boxed environment and forget about the pace of life or even how good it feels to smell the sun and wind. Then of years of old ages why do we then drag our tired feet and body to smell life out there.

And why do we even pick out only the prettiest and perfect in-the-human-standard while wasting the others that don't make the cut, and in the process forget about everything natural? I was watching this documentary clip on how manufacturer chose the perfect apples to sell while discarding the remaining so-called ugly apples as apple juice. I know it makes sense that it didnt matter what kind of apples goes into making juices, but it does matter that the logic isn't right. We wax and keep the apples look good, all so that they look good? We forget about the natural but care only about making them last (by putting loads of chemicals into them) or picking only the prettiest one out. They dont make sense to me.

My habits are periodic. Sometimes I eat alot; then I dont. Sometimes I read alot; then I couldnt get moving. Sometimes I sleep alot; then I couldnt. Its driving me mad that I am eating little, not reading much and cannot get to sleep. Being frustration is too much an understatement.

It’s been more than a month since the office is moved, and since I gotten a seat away from my ex-team. Considering the days that I had been out of office, the remaining days were too occupied to feel the absence of what used to be there, so there hadnt been much adapting-to-the-new-environment that was required of me. The only time that I have would lead me to think of all the little conversations, throwing of stuff and chats/snacks that we shared, which now eroded to almost just lunch once a week of sort.

A simple story, different from science fiction, but nevertheless informative, and touching. But rather I think I was looking more of the author's feelings of living in the place, rather than so much into the characters' lives. Like how a city girl feels living a year in tibet, how blue the sky is to her, or how she feels being among the people.

I have serious views of the level of customer service we have, or rather the lack of it.

Years ago I have already realised that, to my horror, staff in the shop never knew what amenities they have in the mall their stores are located at, but the worse is, even without any customers to deal with and no apparent task at hand, they never bother to help, if you are not making any purchase. The fact is, this situation never change for the better if it hadn't deteriorate. Even staff fronting the information counter have poor knowledge of what they are supposed to be there for.

The thing is, if we are all bad at what we do, why are we doing the jobs/anything at all. I think our productivity will increase if we stop doing.

As long as I am travelling I find lesser motivations to step into a mall:
How easy is it to stay happy with crazy mark-up for poor quality of last season's design with no customer service in crowded places.

It's weird. I never intended to go back to Paris, not so soon, not so many times, but this August, I will be back there for the third time in five years. Maybe if there is somewhere I would shift to it will be it, no? Or maybe having a friend there is the only reason. At this moment, after looking at the photos from five years ago, my first time there, I already felt like it's abit of going to a second home, is it. I missed those home cooked food by Paris Aunt and now that I am looking at last year's photos, I knew it was right to get away to Chamonix only for two days and have those four days in Paris, on my own, with Paris Aunt, before my family arrives.

I want to swim here next time!