Mumblings...

I’m officially on 2 projects. The 3rd project is on the bench, awaiting my assessment of my time to see if I can accommodate.

I will be moving to the CBD shortly…they couldn’t find me a desk…so I will be given an office. I will be the only one who will have an office. The Manager of my manger wanted that room as his office…I think this is another moment where I could potentially be killing my career. You should never tread on the toes of your boss and take away something they want!

One of the projects I am working on is a fairly small one…so I’m going to be managing ONE guy. *LoL* I thought this was hilarious…the way the PM was giving me all the details and basically telling me to get this one guy to do everything! As M puts it “delegate, delegate, delegate”.


I saw this kid at the shopping centre last night. His face was horribly disfigured. Not sure if you would recall, there was a story on 60 minutes or on the news or ACA…and it was of an African kid (I think) where half his face was drooping down, his lower lip was drooping like 5 cm below his chin??? This kid at the shops had the same disfigurement. But unlike his African counterpart, I don’t think he will be able to get plastic surgery to fix it. I know I shouldn’t have stared at the kid. But it wasn’t like I was trying to make him feel bad. And I don’t think I was looking at him with repulsion. I was looking at him with empathy.

Once again, another innocent soul suffering – what for? You can’t say he was evil and deserved it, the kid was barely 12 y/o and nothing he has done in his whole existence would warrant such a disfigurement.

I hoped he realised that I wasn’t giving him a bad look…that I was actually giving him sympathy…or maybe he didn’t want it, and maybe he thought I was pitying him which he found pathetic for a woman of my age and my looks to have been offering. He raised the book he was reading to cover his face. I wished I had the courage to walk up to him and tell him not to shy from other people because it was not his fault that he looked that way – but then he might ask me who’s fault is it?

When I got home, I wondered whether he would have been bullied by the kids at school or perhaps the kids were encouraging and supportive because they knew it wasn’t his fault that he looks the way he does…I wondered how he would feel when he was older and wanted someone to love. You got to admit that this would be a HUGE handicap on the poor guy when he wants to start dating and meet that someone special. It’s hard as it is for the people who don’t have any facial disfigurements…


I realised that my parents have more of a social life than I do. They went on a double date last night. Enough said.


I picked up the brochure of the tour I will be going on next year…just keeping the idea alive…I like brochures with their glossy pages shining at me…hehehe.


One way to tell if dark chocolate is quality chocolate, is when you have a piece, it will be leaving you wanting some more…but after the second piece you are satisfied and you stop eating the chocolate. Green&Blacks Organic Dark Chocolate with soft Mint centres (70% cocoa). I bought a block from GNC, and it cured my sugar and chocolate craving and picked me up at 3:30pm.


Its funny how someone you never thought of, one day, says something to you that changes your life. A workmate of mine was talking to me on the company bus and he asked about my ex. I said that we weren’t together any more and he asked me why. I told him I’m not so sure, since the ex broke up with me. Then he just matter-of-factly said that “He doesn’t deserve you.” I know my friends have been saying the same thing. That's exactly something you would expect your friends to say…but when it comes from an acquaintance at work…who you didn’t think knew you so well…who says that and then justifies it…the new found knowledge resounds in the ear.

It made me feel realised.


I can’t believe he is married. I can’t wait until all is revealed…it will be a long wait until the book is released…darn those spoilers!!!


Additions:

I'm lucky that my mother likes keeping things in immaculate condition. I have been looking for nice leather belts to wear cinched at my waist with tops or dresses...and they are so expensive the nice ones, or they are really ugly the cheap ones...it got me thinking about how my mother use to wear belts in the 80's...and guess what? I found my source of pre-loved, mint conditioned leather or faux leather belts from my mother.

Weird thing (although it works out for the best) is that my mother use to wear these belts on her hips...they "just" fit on my waist (which is the look i was trying to achieve anyway). Can you believe it? My mother's hips were the size of my waist!!! Now, thats a quick realisation to make any girl go and purge...except i not capable of purging...i'd rather go eat myself fatter!


Do you ever look in the mirror and see yourself from a different perspective? I sometimes look in the mirror and see a simple girl with a bit of charm. There are days when i look in the mirror and understand how people figure that i'm "P's sister"...because i look like him. Those are the days that i look very masculine...and i wonder why is that so??? It seems as though the only thing that distinguishes me as female is the length of my hair. Yet, on those other days i look like a girl with or without the hair. Is it my eyes playing tricks on me?


I hate people taking photos of me. But i like keeping photographs for memory.


Spanish Film Festival has begun. I'm catching a movie tonight called Heartlift. I hope its interesting and inspirational. Or at least funny.


Sex & the City-a-thon this weekend.