Tuesday, June 28, 2022

Piano teacher stomped off

 after a series of lessons of saying son's attitude is very bad, and threatening to stop teaching him, the piano teacher stomped off mid lesson. tadah. 

it left me very perplexed, cos from what i'm hearing (while trying to keep the younger 2 quiet in another room), son was just trying to get the notes right before incorporating counting, but she insist on him just doing counting straight off. and then, he say she is disturbing her (not the first time though) and she is offended and says he has bad attitude, and since he doesn't want to listen, she is not going to teach him anymore. I've also given her suggestions on how to improve on engaging him during lesson, particularly demo-ing once before just flipping to a page and asking him to play immediately. then if you want him to just figure it out how to play by himself, why don't give him time to do his own exploration? (and why do I need a teacher for that?) then you start correcting him while he is exploring and keep asking him to stop zzz. the whole lesson approach is just very off. 

after a few messages, she say she can come back next week if he changes. sorry but no.

Tuesday, September 29, 2020

我不配

 tik tok wholesome couple x 我不配

我觉得你行就行了 -- 还是很后悔在 Highland Rd letter box 就放开了手

现在给你的空间还可以吗

可以就这样一起疯 一起笑 一起老吗


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Grief attack 28 Sep

Built up my defences against 922, but it all hit on 28 Sep after I thought yay I didn't break down this 922.

I don't see many choices ahead to live

A life of dishonour or a life of grief

Indulgence in making you smile even if I can't get to see

I enjoy you too much, I need to control me

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Maybe this is a good point where 2 meets. 

Just good friends who share our lives comfortably

Don't get invested emotionally 

I don't know how that works but we'll see

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保持一颗心距离的遥远

就不用承担会失去你的心痛


Saturday, June 27, 2020

the secondment

is this the first time i am sensing loss bcos a colleague is leaving, and it is not even really leaving, just a secondment, and it is just the building next door.

i remember first hearing it from other colleagues abt a year ago about that routine pick-someone-to-go-over for rotation that it may be him, and made it a point to talk about it when we finally had some time together to have aftnernoon tea at national art museum. it would have been perfect for network building for that age 35 plan, but everything still in discussion only. we went on with our busy, separate work after.

suddenly covid broke and we got cohorted into different teams. he joked tt team a was the team that really needs to work, and team b was the never mind one. we didn't know when it would be implemented at that time, and didn't bother to have any last meals - totally forgot he was/may going to be seconded.

in the flurry of rushing for the brought forward project deadline, chit chat with other colleagus also seemed that yup, he is indeed the chosen one to be seconded out. it didn't quite sink in until i came in to office this week, and saw his packing in progress cubicle. it will probably be empty when i return to office tmr.

then in came all the flashbacks of the moments over the years. we were the kind that were never really close like always talk whenever we meet, sometimes he would give this cold smile when we walk past each other. but he was there to give and share career and technical thoughts at all the impt checkpoints. and so i penned my first "farewell" tribute with all the favourite defining moments in our careers, beginning with that moment i got so impressed that i started calling him future director, to which he would jokingly call me CEO. the tribute ended with the meme that made me laugh out loud at cintech food court, and thanked him for being someone to laugh with at the workplace.

his reply on why he hasn't told me - he only heard of his reporting date this week, and haven't even got the posting letter. "i would be the director, only if you would be my CEO."

then i remembered the plan he shared with me during that (only?) tea break we had in canteen, crafty plan if i may say but i like. at that time, i thought he is only joking when he asked if i would venture out with him. tho i also came back to tell alex about the plan, and i remember telling alex, that i don't dare to start up with yp cos he very high standards, will die one. is it still on his mind? plans that he have, probably will happen, but with alex being so busy busy now, i don't know how could i be involved. anyway, i also cannot think of how i can contribute and not just leeching :S

the end of the secondment in 2+1 years - my mental countdown timer has already begun. i will definitely be missing you too.

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when u asked me, do i look at others the way i look at you? i said no, but after that, i realised i do look at yp that way, when he is unrolling his thoughts. that full, undivided attention cos, too interesting, too thought provoking liao.

Saturday, May 16, 2020

The End and the Beginning

“The End and the Beginning” by Wislawa Szymborska

After every war
someone has to tidy up.
Things won’t pick
themselves up, after all.

Someone has to shove
the rubble to the roadsides
so the carts loaded with corpses
can get by.

Someone has to trudge
through sludge and ashes,
through the sofa springs,
the shards of glass,
the bloody rags. 

Someone has to lug the post
to prop the wall,
someone has to glaze the window,
set the door in its frame.

No sound bites, no photo opportunities,
and it takes years.
All the cameras have gone
to other wars.

The bridges need to be rebuilt,
the railroad stations, too.
Shirtsleeves will be rolled
to shreds.

Someone, broom in hand,
still remembers how it was.
Someone else listens, nodding
his unshattered head.
But others are bound to be bustling nearby
who’ll find all that
a little boring.

From time to time someone still must
dig up a rusted argument
from underneath a bush
and haul it off to the dump.

Those who knew
what this was all about
must make way for those
who know little.
And less than that.
And at last nothing less than nothing.

Someone has to lie there
in the grass that covers up
the causes and effects
with a cornstalk in his teeth,
gawking at clouds.