A Thousand Years

Like this Sting song. Must be because of the way the lyrics run. Sad song though (aiyah, most Sting songs are).

A Thousand Years

A thousand years, a thousand more,
A thousand times a million doors to eternity
I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times
An endless turning stairway climbs
To a tower of souls

If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars,
The towers rise to numberless floors in space
I could shed another million tears, a million breaths,
A million names but only one truth to face

A million roads, a million fears
A million suns, ten million years of uncertainty
I could speak a million lies, a million songs,
A million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time

But if there was a single truth, a single light
A single thought, a singular touch of grace
Then following this single point , this single flame,
The single haunted memory of your face

I still love you I still want you
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves
Like galaxies in my head

I may be numberless, I may be innocent
I may know many things, I may be ignorant
Or I could ride with kings and conquer many lands
Or win this world at cards and let it slip my hands
I could be cannon food, destroyed a thousand times
Reborn as fortune's child to judge another's crimes
Or wear this pilgrim's cloak, or be a common thief
I've kept this single faith, I have but one belief

I still love you I still want you
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves
Like galaxies in my head
On and on the mysteries unwind themselves
Eternities still unsaid
'Til you love me

Another Busy Day

Took time out for a breather as another hectic day threatens to overwhelm me. But thank God indeed, so far, apart from a press conference and the associated interviews, the day is turning out quite alright.

The weekend to Bintan was good. Nice weather and managed to have a dip in both the pool and the sea. At least the sea is cleaner than East Coast! Am really very pleased that the folks had fun with the stuff that we planned for them. It's really gratifying for me to see people enjoying themselves and making friends. Picasso was a hoot and the self-portraits were really funny.

Read Ellen's blog and was rather moved by what she wrote. She was writing about her struggles at work and how it threatens to drown her in a pool of frustrations. It was her surprise birthday celebration last week, but she can't attend it due to work In the end, So Ra and gang sang her a birthday song over the phone at the top of their voices, and sent her an MMS of her cake with glowing candles. I guess God has a way of cheering our dear Ellen up via the folks that care about her. :)

They are really a bunch of sweethearts, though of course Ellen's actual precense at the party will make it even more lively!

I Just Had to Smile

It's been a long time since I had to handle questions about how old I am.

P's niece and nephew are quite an inquisitive twosome. The first time they saw me, they were pretty keen to find out how old I am.

"22? 35? 40?!"

Usually, I'm not adverse to telling people how old I am. (I've always maintained it's a case of mind over matter - if you don't mind, then it doesn't matter). But this time, as the subject of such intense scrutiny and curiosity, I decided to beat the kids at their own game.

"I only answer qustions if I'm paid $100 in advance." (protests from the kids).

"I'm anywhere between 9 to 90." (this resulted in collected groans from the kids, who proceeded to work out the possible permutations mathematically).

With such non-answers, the kids pretty soon lost interest in me. (ha ha.).

It was really good to be able to see the rest of the girls again after such a long while. PB was in good spirits, G a bit under the weather (struck by the flu bug and other hapless incidents that only one PR person can commiserate with another), Kat unfortunately sprained her back at the last minute. P was minding two kids (which I have to hand it to her). E was looking good, I must say.

Unfortunately, the medication I'm taking precludes me from making any intelligent conversation. Everything felt surreal, like I'm speaking and walking through a muffled vacuum of sorts. Everything just seems a tad remote and echo-y, if you know what I'm trying to get at.

In the end, I had to flee for yet another retreat planning meeting.

The evening ended off on a note of hilarity, with us testing Jenny with the silly games that we plan to play.

The Ache

After talking to a friend of mine, I could offer no solutions, but to take a moment of reflection upon which I ponder wonderingly about some issues.


The Ache

If a smile is present on my face
Does it mean that I'm not aching inside?
If I keep a cheerful countenance
Will you conclude then that my life is quite alright?

I dread to offer what I have
Fearing that yet again I've nothing
Nothing to offer you
In a world where trinkets and baubles
Glitter ever so mersmerisingly
In the shadowy darkness

Yet will I trust
Yet will I conquer
Fear itself
For my worst enemy
Is not a someone

But that very soul that seeks
Its own liberation
From a cage of shattered dreams
And despair

Hello there

Gosh, it's been 2 months since I last blogged.

A lot of things happened in between. Primarily the taking up of a hectic job that seeks to threaten my rather temperamental health.

Have been coughing badly for a month and am now seeing some improvment (no, not in terms of the loudness of my hacking, or how scratchy the throat-clearing had become).

Am still coming to grips with a lot of new issues to learn, new colleagues to work with, new systems, technology, new almost everything.

Guess keeping a loopy grin and a que sera sera spirit helps.