trivial i'll like to share:

did you know that we only wear about 20% of our clothes 80% of the time?

the above little statistical snippet, i learnt from an organisational behaviour expert (didn't know such designations existed. guess you could be expert on anything) on oprah primetime. if you are wondering...i was channel-surfing.

the topic of the day: de-cluttering. sounds like an episode i shouldn't miss (c.f. entry 'randomness: mess').

i did catch part of the show (i love watching the before-&-after segments!) and some of the things discussed resonated within. worth pondering over. the clutter on the table, under the bed, on the shelf and wherever else could hypothetically reflect clutter that's much deeper within. also, physical clutter robs one of precious space, time and eventually, energy. in short, i think it can actually deprive one (or a family) of a fulfilling and enriching life, and somewhat reduces the quality of life. imagine the physical and emotional drain of having to manoeuver through piles of anything and everything every single day. okay, this may sound a bit over the board, but the show was featuring a family that was literally walking on anything and everything. the baby didn't have space to crawl!

living clutter-free is, in fact, a discipline and one i'm striving to develop well. for starters, i've started a recycling pile to which i'll channel all loose and unwanted pieces of paper. then, its off to the recyling bin.

next up, wardrobe release. i've already got the boxes to pack them clothes in. mommy's voice did ring a little when i told her what i wanted the boxes for. (:

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*rantings


- tagboard trouble

my tagboard is not working!
why does it keep prompting me for my username and password?
does tagboard no longer exist?
why am i being directed to some c-Panet thing?
can someone tell me?


- dragonboat daze

my arms are really not aching as much as i was expecting them to (: perhaps the release of endophins from some very timely exercise halted the descent of those nagging aches. but my back and butt are significantly sore...
i think the young adults had a great time. the splish splashing was great, the race (amateur race, for emphasis) was a let-down (cos my team, who was doing very very very well during the practice and thoroughly confident of winning, lost. haha.) and the fellowship was terrific.
seriously, what could be better than dragon boating and dragon boaters? *oops* (:

i'm definitely on for the next round.


- cg celebration

andrina, anthony, caryn, dorcas, joanne, leonard, melly, mervin, sarah.

i celebrate my cg each day when i think about each one God has placed in this group and how He is faithfully at work in each life. i am amazed at how He's working in and through each life to help him/her to love, bless, encourage, serve and sharpen the others.

indeed, what a joy it is for me to see each of you learning to love and trust one another. i see the way each of you try, and it encourages my heart so much because it means to me the giving of yourselves to one another - because that is what Christ has done, and because that is what you all desire to do.

i praise God for placing each of you in this cg.
i thank God for His purposes for your life.

i love each of you.






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*the editorially-insane

as opposed to my typical thought-ful entries, here's an attempt at being...spontaneous. frivolous. adventurous.

i'll blog about...today.

i arrived home from from work not too long ago - it's 3.11am now.
was the last to get outta the office, and i must say, it gets really quiet. i work in the industrial area. (no, i'm not a factory worker.) but there's a nice security guard (who was dozing... but who can blame him, it was 2.15am!) and a faithful dog which was 'adopted' by the company, both of whom are the vigil-keepers of the night.

i'm pro at calling for a cab now.
6-5-5-2-1-1-1-1 runs off my fingertips the way cold milk flows down my throat.
easy, that is, if you didn't quite get the analogy.

so, i spent my entire in the office. i did not venture anywhere beyond the toilet and pantry.
i had bread for breakfast, bread for lunch and bread for dinner.
breadtalk to start the day.
subway for a real bullet-train lunch-munch.
peanut butter sandwich for dinner.

so, as you figure by now, i did have a lot to do at work today. my books were due for submission to the printers (where they get printed for sales distribution) and there was a tonne of checking and running around to ensure things were hey-okay.

it's really teamwork getting a book published. there're so many people involved in the process. it's like we're one editorially-insane community. well, people rarely see or understand the process of publishing - any book for that matter, and so fail to truly appreciate the work that goes behind creating a book. i'm not saying this because i'm an editor who comes home from work only at 2am, or because i work for biggest educational publisher in the world. i say this because it's true. the time and effort that gets poured into publishing a good book cannot be counted in terms of dollars and cents. if it were, no one would stay in the industry.

well, all that said, i am hoping that tonight would be the last of my 2am taxi rides, at least for the next 2 months.

now, i feel a compelling urge to go and sleep.


(:


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the last i blogged, i'd mentioned how four weeks of work had whooshed by.

now, here i am. four months have whooshed by.
one project nearly complete.
one milestone nearly crossed.

its too much to say in one post, certainly. but nonetheless, still...bloggable.
anyone'd think that an editor would be good with words. well...

the last four months have been extremely challenging. plunged into a project that i had originally nothing to do with but having to quickly inherit it and to begin to love it so i could give my best to it (that last clause grammatically would not be acceptable if i were to edit it), i have learned much about ownership, responsibility and perseverance.

between 8pm and 6am, i've left the office at every one of those hours.
i've met different sorts of taxi uncles in the dead of night and dawn of morning.
i've chalked up an impressive amounts of taxi claims (so that when you do get the reimbursement, you feel like you're rich. woohoo.)
and i've used up 2 whole red pen refills. that, is, by the way, an accomplishment. pens rarely outlast my fickleness and seemingly intolerable grip. ball points hate me because before the ink runs out, i'd have killed the nib.

but, pen nibs is not the reason i'm writing.

i'm writing because God, as He has always been, has been faithful.

He had been my Strength when the workload seemed intolerable.
He had been my Wisdom when i did not know how to do what needed to be done.
He had been my Companion when i felt alone in the office.
He had been my Comfort when no one else could understand.

without Him, my entrance into working life would have been impassionate, uninspiring, even painful. but only He could make it light up for me, and all for His glory.

the work doesn't end.
its only just begun.
and i'm still a learner. i still struggle to grow, to love Him deeply and daily, to be joyful in every situation, to love the work i'm called to.
but i do relish in the certainty that He is with me every single step of the way.


not to me, Lord, but to You be all glory.


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