Regret

At times, the mouth speaks words that are not strung together nicely. That which is thought in the mind, is not expressed accurately in the mouth.

Honestly, I should have phrased it better.

Times like this, I feel like turning back the clock but what is said cannot be unsaid. What is done cannot be undone.

Yet, I know you are The One for me, and I am not going to leave you. Time and time again, you ask me how sure I am, and why I believe so. Every time, I told you and will tell you, that you didn't come into my life for a reason.

In retrospect, what sparked off our relationship was very unusual. A simple loan of $10 brought us together. At times, it seems so magical, so smooth-sailing. Everything that happens along the way seems to fall into place, like jigsaw pieces fitting each other snugly.

And then, there are trying times, like now. Where there are misunderstandings, and signals being misread, and all contributing to the doubt that we aren't meant for each other. But we are only mere mortals, each different from another. Human error will naturally occur, and as in the case today, my fault.

But, I'm not going to give up. You've made sacrifices for our future, it is only fair that I do my part too. I made the promise that I will never leave you, and I am going to stand by that promise.

I'm not giving up.

Let His will be done.

Watchful

Deep in slumber,
At ease in form.
I watch you rest
Upon thy nest.

Occasionally stirring,
But never waking,
Thy heart beating,
My joy complete.

I promise to work harder
So you can rest more
So you don't need to overwork
So you can pause to smell the roses
And enjoy life better.

Here I am, awake
Peering at you asleep.
What runs through your mind now?
What do you dream of?
I hope I'm there.
I hope it's sweet.

I will take care of you.
I will watch over you.
I will protect you.
For I am yours.
Solely.

Sleep on your keyboard?

At some point in our life in the digital era, we would have reached the highest point of exhausting and promptly fell asleep on our keyboards. Then, we woke up with a 'key' imprinted on our face.

Now, some creative designer has came up with a keyboard that you can sleep on, and comfortably too.

Apparently the keys are adjustable too. Wonder if you can rearrange them to spell out your name.


More info here.

NOTA Coffee Mug

It's early in the morning, and my eyes are barely open. Making myself a cup of coffee, I down it drowsily only to jump when the cold metal spoon lands on my nose.

I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one that suffers that. Lee Hae Seung Scott has designed NOTA Coffee Mug that can succesful eradicate this first world problem, and reduce our nose injuries.

FYI, the designer was inspired by coffee drinkers in local hawker centres.

More info here and here.

Watching Your Back

An incident happened recently, which challenged the definition of colleagues and friends. The question of who I can trust was something I had to answer. A certain incident happened and blame was placed on me. Logic seemed to go against memory. What I remembered doing and checking did not turn out well for me, cause something was misplaced and found at my desk.

My girlfriend advised me to be careful at work and to watch my back. And rightly so, for unlike other new colleagues, I have slightly higher expectations to meet.

Rising up from a casual to a permanent position, there are procedures, protocols and paper work that I need to learn and master. On the other hand, there is a higher expectation to meet since I have been a casual for half a decade, and am expected to know venues and physical amenities like the back of my hand.

At times, it does seem to overwhelm me. A certain stress to hit a certain target aloft, and a certain level of independence required of me. Is it making me stronger or weaker? As time goes by, do I still trust and rely and depend and support my team mates, or are walls and masks and shields surfacing?

I have always believed in the good of people. I still do. Sometimes I think to myself, when did we get so wary of one another. So vicious. So sly. It's so easy to slip off the path of goodwork, and fall prey to a wad of cash in an open hand, or land on your front with a knife in your back.

Sometimes, I can only trust myself. Sometimes I feel lonely at work. Not that I am shunted or an outcast. Those who know me well know I can get along with anyone and everyone. I am friendly, and sociable, and outgoing with a carefree personality. But if I had a piece of paper with three circles on it: Best Friend/s, Close Friend/s, Casual Friend/s, I would need to think long and hard. Other than God and my girlfriend who would be in the first circle, I wouldn't know where to place the rest.

Is there a sense of belonging? Yes. I feel belonged to my work because it is my life. I feel empowered. I feel lively and at peace and at ease within myself. The air in office to me, is like sunlight to green leaves. This is home to me.

Because this is home, I do what I do best. Some people call it hardworking, or going beyond the duty. I just feel it is something I should do so why not do it. If we keep waiting for others to make the first step, no one would step forward.

There are people who are waiting for me to fall, to slip up, to stab in the back. But, if I keep watching the road, or looking behind, I will miss the rainbow on my left, and the dandelions dancing in the wind on my right.

At the end of the day, I know there is someone at home I can go to. Who will not judge me. Nor dictate me. But simply there. for. me.