Tuesday, March 30, 2010

post-gala & project

Nope I didn't die after being sawed into half in the Gala Show. Though I must admit I nearly vanished into thin air, as I feel bits of myself disappearing off every single day. As if I'm not small enough, I'm getting smaller and smaller, and you just wait I will magically evaporate off one day!

The MagicSoc Gala show was a tremendous success! Tickets sold out, 100% positive feedback from guests, magicians mindblowing, volunteers amazing, and committee members phenomenal! Sigh, I couldn't have asked for more really. We have a great team planning the show from scratch, and I'm proud that we made it this far, further than what any of us could've imagined from the beginning. I must say I'm so proud of myself for dedicating into this. It's the best decision I've made, and the biggest project I've ever embarked on yet!

Post-Gala work came to haunt after the show. Just because the show is over, doesn't mean that the work ends there. I have got to sort out the volunteers rewards, and the events' report and also the post mortem. And then of course there's all my project work I've been putting off for the show.

It's all crushing me now!! Argh. Lotsa work to be done, before I fly off the Amsterdam on Sunday, returning on Thursday, flying to KL on Friday =) Holidays come with a price, and I will have to lug my books and project along with me I'm afraid. Work continues, and if you stop by C19 and you may just be able to witness my suffering =)

Sunday, March 14, 2010

how do you help a crying girl?

Just the other day in the ladies', I came out of the cubicle to find this pretty girl crying by the basin.

She was like an albino bunny. Flawlessly fair skin, but eyes red and bloodshot from crying. This bunny was frantically texting on her mobile while her friend kept advising her to ignore "someone".

My heart sank.

I don't know her at all. But seeing someone cry so hard but unable to do anything about it aches me. All I could do is watch, and leave ASAP so she could have some peace and quiet. Let The Friend handle this, I thought.

Somehow, I felt bad. Like, all I could do is leave her to her misery. The entire day, I kept pondering if there was anything I could've done, but didn't do for her.

Sigh. Somebody tell me.

On a separate note, I wonder if promises are made to be broken? Perhaps I hold on to words too strongly. But isn't that what the word "promise" is for? To provide additional assurance, and guarantee. Something for the recipient to believe in, to hope for. Or is that not how people use this word nowadays?

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

de ja vu

I feel as though I'm reliving The Dark Moments again. How I let this happen to myself again I do not know. Perhaps I'm just prone to self-destruct.

When I thought I've found something good, it turned out to be otherwise yet again. Another disappointment to add the my collection of miserable life experiences. Perhaps I'm not cut out to be the one with a happy ending.

It's as if someone saved me, only to drown me again. They say having had that experience before, helps you deal with it the next time it happens. I say the fact that I've experienced it before only made it worse this time around.

I'll never know when this is going to be over. If it's ever going to be over.