Bye Bye Polly

A few days ago, we celebrated Paul's birthday as well as his farewell lunch, for he has decided to leave our department to pursue his career in another department.

I am sure Paul, or more affectionally headmaster Polly, has his reasons for leaving our bestest department. I am guessing the Wii and games room of his new department must have been the weighing factors.

Shame that we no longer have our "headmaster" patrolling the aisle and doing spot checks on us. Who would take photographs of Nelson sleeping in the office now (which reminds me, I haven't posted those)? Who would stop the Bowling Queen from playing with her virtual pet in Facebook now?

Surely our department will fall into disarray now that Polly is gone. Oh no!

Okay, not really. Just wanted to let Polly thinks he is important, give face lar.

Hope you find what you seek in the new department Polly.

If not, don't come back, we don't want you anymore you deserter!

=P

Down Time

Router died on me three days ago.

Took me so many days to get the new router to talk to the computers in LAN and the modem at the same time without them giving each others cold shoulders, silent treatments, or slammed doors.

Computer savvy I am not. Me da caveman.

Trial and error is the way to go! =P

Anyway, finally back online at home, booyah!

State of Mind

Happiness, like sadness, is a state of mind.

There is nothing wrong being sad, for it's through sadness we appreciate happiness. Prolonged sadness though, is not a healthy state to dwell on.

I know, because I have been depressed for a long period of time. During which sparks of happiness were short-lived, never sustained, and I stayed in my cave wasting away my life.

Depression is a psychological illness, so in other words I was mentally imbalanced, a psycho. I never denied I am a little crazy, ever read what I wrote on my office white board? =P

There came a point when I didn't want to be depressed no more. I really, really wanted to be normal again. After all, there are only so many years I will live, I don't want to waste them in sadness.

I didn't really know what to do to be happy, so I told myself to stop being depressed. It's an inner battle of telling myself repeatedly that I want to be normal again.

Saying is always easier than actually doing it, however I also know that we won't get anywhere if we do nothing. First step is always the hardest, persist and it becomes a habit.

Smile, for I believe the physical affects the mental and vice versa. By making myself smile, I hope to lead my mind into happiness. Nothing to lose trying, since smiling makes one look better anyway.

It took time, and I still suffer bouts of depression every now and then, but that's okay, it's normal. Although a teeny-weeny insane, I am generally happy nowadays, because I chose to be.

Happiness is a choice.

Happy Birthday, Brother

Here's wishing you much happiness that will increase many-fold with the coming of your bundle of joy!

Happy last birthday before parenthood!

p/s: sleep now while you can =P

My Colleagues

My colleagues come in various shapes and sizes, different personalities and behaviours, there are...

...those who do all the grunt works but say very little

...those who don't do much or at all but speak a lot and loudly

...those who are in love with their own voice, who will speak up given half the chance, no matter if it's relevant or not

...those who really know their stuff and command respect when they speak

...those who pretend that they know their stuff which ended up sounding mildly amusing or outright foolish

...those who suffer role ambiguity (self confusion really) and act as if they are managers instead of just mere engineers

...those who you can rely on to brighten your day

...those who you avoid as much as possible

...those who are good to bounce ideas with

...those who are only good if you feel like banging your head on a brick wall

...those who you laugh with

...those who you get laughed at

...those who you bring out of work life

...those who you limit strictly to work life only

...those who write, read, AND leave comments on blog

...those who read but not bothered to leave comments on blog

...those who don't read (anything)

...those who say the data is testiclely significant instead of statistically significant (data has balls too, I guess...)

While I might only be thinking of a certain colleague when I wrote a sentence, I used "they" to avoid specifying the gender.

Happy BCYD!

To those who believe in, and celebrate Businessmen-Con-You-Day Valentine's Day, here's wishing you am amorous and romantic day!

My personal view hasn't changed, so I won't repeat what I said, the article I linked to in the comment of that post is a great read.

Today, I...

...woke up tired (His Royal Highness King Baby Hsiang woke up crying in the middle of the night)

...couldn't finish my breakfast (it's too spicy!)

...went around bugging colleagues to do their jobs (me no likey! Am not integrator)

...pretended as if I knew what I was doing and sorted out a friend's IT query by sheer dumb luck (trial and error is the way to go!)

...tidied up my drawers and filed the documents accordingly (geez, I have a lot of junks)

...witnessed the two colleagues who had gone to the pink side "at it" again, sitting side by side, singing the YMCA song, and more (My eyes! My eyes!)

...found another avid reader to share the joys of reading (yippie!)

...spent some quality time with my baby (he actually sat beside me and watched the whole episode of Thomas and Friends without fidgeting, record!)

...am happy.