my ajumma notes

A couple of months ago, my former colleague invited me for the 'final makan' and the 'closing ceremony' of the department's special room. With many exciting changes having taken and going to take place there, things have been re-structured and the room as we knew it will cease to exist as the room as we knew it. It was a kind of tradition to have makan sessions in the room every now and then and I'm sure those played no small part in building the team up. I have many fond memories of my time with this group of people. It was probably the time I performed best as a worker because it was when I was most convicted as well as most enthusiastic about my job. I was actually apprehensive about joining this place but my colleagues' energy and belief in the task at hand were rather infectious. Now, some months before that, I was reading Bear Hugs' gift, Mean Girls Grown Up . Towards the end of the book, the author suggests: 'think back over the previous twel

I was there! But before this: (picture from ST interactive) We were diverted at the MacRitchie junction because of flood waters there and along the way home, we also encountered accidents, fallen trees, etc. There was this road where it was two-way traffic, single lane each direction. A tree had fallen on the other lane and these people from LTA or wherever were directing traffic, like how they do it when there are road works. Each side takes turns to go. It's common sense, isn't it? If you don't take turns, how is the traffic on the side of the fallen tree going to move? I guess some people lose their common sense on rainy days because there was this driver on our lane who kept blasting his/her horn whenever it was our side's turn to wait. I realise too that some people develop a need to speed on rainy days. On Monday night, we were also driving home with the rain lashing down. It was already tough seeing properly through the front windscreen and I always have problem