Just one of those days .

Some days ago, E placed me on a guilt trip asking me why I was not contributing to the blog when I seemed to be quite free.(told her I was choosing & buying books on line when she 'wei-ed' me and asked if I was busy.) I said that after such a long absence, I’ve forgotten how to blog. Sigh! Of course, a lack of topic doesn’t help. Days just fly by and the past few weeks have been uneventful yet filled with all sorts of problems at work. @^%%^* *^#~o (That is me cursing!)

Thanks to S for trying to keep our blog alive despite her tight schedule. She contributed at least 2 posts while E & I were away. Reckon she’s the busiest amongst us as her other half is still based in India. (He’s back for a short holiday though so she’s having her own ‘merdeka’ now.) What with work commitments, family obligations, household chores and what-nots, I wonder where she gets her energy and time to juggle and manage everything? You drink Malta-kah, S? My sis swears that if you are feeling lethargic, a can of Malta will invigorate you for sure.

For the most part, I enjoy my work. I am actually quite a workaholic ahem! i.e. without going overboard like some people I know. Towards end month when its almost payday, are the best part of working life. The anticipation of yearly bonuses is also an added plus.

Sometimes though, as S often says, ‘it’s one of those days! Everything seem to go wrong and more often than not, it doesn’t just last for a day but could stretch on for days or like now, weeks. Aiyaaa…fed-up man!

Being a Christian, I‘m not supposed to be superstitious, but each time problems pile up at work, I look with disdain at the Chinese flutes hanging at my office. In my mind I’m thinking, “your magic is not working.” My ex-colleague hung a couple of these flutes, for exactly what purpose I’m not sure, one over her head and one above mine as our desks are situated just below a beam on the ceiling. There is a belief that people whose work desks are beneath a beam will be bogged down with problems, as tho’ crushed by the weight of the beam. The solution, seemingly, is to either place a statue of an elephant, the bigger the better, on your desk or to stick a mirror on the beam. First time I hear of people hanging flutes though. Till today I am not sure what the flutes are supposed to accomplish but if it is to ‘buang suay’, doesn’t seem to be working now.

This inauspicious phase is causing me to go around with a perpetual sour face. So if we happen to meet and you see a scowl on my face, you know why-la- "It's one of those days".

F