Here we are, going to London in a week's time.. and everything's just messy.
I stammer and I forget what I’m supposed to be saying when I’m nervous. I seriously doubt it won’t happen this time; when I’m faced by hundreds of Europeans with God-awful accents and asking them to repeat their questions because I can’t understand whatever it is that they’re saying. Ok - so maybe not God-awful accents - but still... hmmm.. come to think of it they are kind of attractive. And of course, I’ve never been a big talker so I’m not so sure how I’m gonna manage. *DEEP BREATH*
Ok, so this afternoon I was walking around going into tourist shops on a brainstorming session with my Samoan co-worker. Coming up with great ideas... but at this last minute I'm not so sure how we can put it all together.
This is getting depressing... day by day... I'm not sure if I'm cut out for this kind of job. I don't want to be the leader because I'm perfectly happy with working behind the scenes. Some people just do not understand how I can possibly want this. Not everyone is a born leader (note: research shows that first born child is usually a leader and this is true as my sister is such a role playing person and I'm not. And I'm the youngest).
I know at the beginning when you are starting a career and trying to build it you really have to give your 150% but I think I have and I think I'm just draining out right now.
The problem with me is once I feel that I dislike something, there is no way to turn back and even try liking it. But I'm trying so hard to convince myself right now... Whatever it is... I hope I come out of this.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Mulsifid
You may be wondering what in the world “Mulsifid” is. It is similar [spelling wise] to ‘emulsified’, yet when I made up this word in 2004; ‘emulsified’ was not even in my vocabulary. Well it actually was but it relates more to the Chemistry subject and therefore I chose to push it out of my mind.
The Founding of “Mulsifid”
It was a hot sunny day, (date unknown but in 2004) and I was stuck inside the class. I’m not sure if it was Chemistry, or Dhivehi or some other stupid subject I was forced to study, but I had my sweet little Barefoot diary (date will be known when I look into this little book) on my desk and kept on furiously scribbling utter nonsense into it.
“… a notch higher to the 70th Armenian Mulsifid.” Was what I wrote in one of the 3 little pieces that starts with an “Om…”. (Those 3 little pieces will be posted here too). While writing these pieces, I imagine those Indian dudes with long white beards that sit cross-legged with the middle finger and thumb touching each other saying “Om…” and meditating. Those of you who have watched ‘Goodness Gracious Me!’ would know exa-cata-caly [exactly] what I’m talking about.
And so, there we have it, how “Mulsifid” came to be.
The Founding of “Mulsifid”
It was a hot sunny day, (date unknown but in 2004) and I was stuck inside the class. I’m not sure if it was Chemistry, or Dhivehi or some other stupid subject I was forced to study, but I had my sweet little Barefoot diary (date will be known when I look into this little book) on my desk and kept on furiously scribbling utter nonsense into it.
“… a notch higher to the 70th Armenian Mulsifid.” Was what I wrote in one of the 3 little pieces that starts with an “Om…”. (Those 3 little pieces will be posted here too). While writing these pieces, I imagine those Indian dudes with long white beards that sit cross-legged with the middle finger and thumb touching each other saying “Om…” and meditating. Those of you who have watched ‘Goodness Gracious Me!’ would know exa-cata-caly [exactly] what I’m talking about.
And so, there we have it, how “Mulsifid” came to be.
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