Japan > Cosplay, Work > Health, Boy > Girl
Japan > Cosplay
I'm going to Japan in 12 days!!! I blame work for the utter lack of excitement, beyond a twinge of Ooh it's coming soon no? once in a white. But! 12 days!
I had to, however, postpone the two cosplay photoshoots I was supposed to be cosplaying for which were scheduled for the two weeks before I fly. I was just lamenting to Tash about how I seemed to have placed Japan above cosplay this time (Japan > Cosplay) and she was like, of course! Still. I feel a bit guilty. >_< Sorry Zeph and Serene and Haruko and Tash!
(Then there was the secondary conversation where we figured that japan is > than cosplay, but cosplaying IN japan rocks more than japan. So...
Cosplaying + Japan > Japan > Cosplay
Therefore Cosplay > 0
And if Japan > Cosplay and Cosplay > 0
Then Cosplay - Japan < 0
So it's mathematical logic that I give up cosplay for Japan. ^_^)
Work > Health
I've been sick for more than four weeks now, and on the second last day of the meds given to me by my fourth doctor. I'm still sniffling, but at least my snot is no longer consistently green. Which is good. I'm still coughing now and then though. Hopefully I'd recover fully by the time I hit Japan.
On monday I was still the green snot factory, but now I'm probably around 80% healed.
But work is going to kill me. There is just SO. MUCH. WORK. Firstly, my department of 6 is now reduced to 3, out of which 2 of the guys who left are actually Senior Managers, which means I'm actually doing some work that SMs used to do. And I'm a relatively newbie Assistant Manager, like, 3 - 4 grades lower. Then, I'm also serving out my 4-month stint as the secretariat for a high-level management meeting, which happens every week. And this secretariat job is basically so much admin and so much minute-taking every single week, and it really drains me. And I kind of have to do it over and above my usual work, which had already been increased because of the staff turnover. Add all that to the fact that April is the end of the Financial Year, which means everyone is gearing up with last minute projects to try and finish using the budget before the financial year closes.
= Lili is trying not to buckle at her job.
Stray thought 1: If I didn't have Japan trip to look forward to in less than two week's time, I don't know how I would hold out.
Stray thought 2: If I tried to rush costume for either of my shoots, I will confirm chop stamp plus guarantee fall ill from fatigue.
Monday is BFF-at-work's last day at the office. He's been practically beaming the past week, glowing even, very smiley. Because he'd be rid of the job, no less. Still, I'm starting to get prematurely depressed because I'd be losing a good friend. Sobs. And a good colleague. Who am I going to bother next time I have a pressing grammar question? Who do I go up to when I want to quietly snicker about seeing our other colleague (also leaving) nodding off to sleep? I shall stop now, before I get too emo.
Boy > Girl
The other day I helped my family fix the doorknob.
I woke up one sat morning to hear my brother banging on half a door knob with a hammer and similar noises coming from the other side of my dad's door. Apparently my dad attempted to fix his faulty doorknob and ended up locking himself into his own room with no way out, and was attempting to get my brother and himself to destroy the knob so he could get out.
I stared at my brother groggily through my haze of sleep, stared at the exposed part of the doorknob, told my brother to step aside, told my father to stop hammering, and took a screwdriver and aimed it at just the right spot and took the whole thing off.
...
What can I say? My dad and my bro are both not engineer/analytical material.
But that's not the end of it. A few days later, and my dad comes to me to ask me to help install the new knob because he just couldn't get it to work. Usually I would just willingly accede to such a request, I'm used to being the one who sets up the new fan/VCR/DVD player/microwave or help to put together the furniture around the house. This, whilst my brother, the legitimate son in the family, usually ends up escaping these duties somehow. It was just the way my dad prefaced the request that made me go =_=...
"So... Lili, since you're like, you know, better off being born a son and all..."
At which I probably went O_O and =_= and -_- and "excuse me, I'm not a handyman too."
The long and short of it was I still ended up fixing the doorknob come the weekend. And it was quite easy too. And my dad sat there and went all goggle-eyed at me.
Dad: "You mean, you put that part in first?"
Me: "... that's what the instructions say."
Dad: "Really??"
Me: "..." *points out the line in the instructions*
Dad: "Oh... oh yeah... but nah I'm sure it doesn't really matter, anyway this is not the difficult part."
Me: "... okay." *continues fixing*
Dad: *drop jaw* "What did you just do????"
Me: "...??"
Dad: "You mean... *GASP* You mean you can separate those two parts???"
Me: "... that's what the instructions tell you to do right? Install the frame and then followed by the rose?"
Dad: "Really?"
Me: *points to line in the instructions*
Dad: "Oh my gosh so it's because of that! No WONDER I couldn't get it in."
Me: *beyond words*
Basically my dad couldn't fix the door knob because he refused to read the instructions and relied on his "skill" and the half-baked illustrations. And he tried to fix it three times some more. Apparently my brother was of no help too.
After that, my dad recounted the story to my uncle, and ended off with "yeah, so I couldn't fix it, and then her brother also couldn't fix it, and I was THIS close to giving up and calling in a professional, and then I thought, okay lah, let my daughter try. But because I couldn't stand the idea that she could fix it when I couldn't, I just kept trying to fix it. In the end she just did it so easily!"
and then the line: "Aiyoh, this daughter should have been born a son!"
Cue Lili rolling her eyes.
So yeah. Lili = Boy > Lili = Girl.
Of course, the highly ironic thing is that if I was born a son, they would then lack the daughter which they could easily palm off sewing projects to. Like the fact that whilst I was fixing the doorknob, I was also already saddled with the job of making new pillowcase covers for my parents.
So I guess I am the engineer, the handyman, and the daughter. All-in-one. How value for money~
I'm going to Japan in 12 days!!! I blame work for the utter lack of excitement, beyond a twinge of Ooh it's coming soon no? once in a white. But! 12 days!
I had to, however, postpone the two cosplay photoshoots I was supposed to be cosplaying for which were scheduled for the two weeks before I fly. I was just lamenting to Tash about how I seemed to have placed Japan above cosplay this time (Japan > Cosplay) and she was like, of course! Still. I feel a bit guilty. >_< Sorry Zeph and Serene and Haruko and Tash!
(Then there was the secondary conversation where we figured that japan is > than cosplay, but cosplaying IN japan rocks more than japan. So...
Cosplaying + Japan > Japan > Cosplay
Therefore Cosplay > 0
And if Japan > Cosplay and Cosplay > 0
Then Cosplay - Japan < 0
So it's mathematical logic that I give up cosplay for Japan. ^_^)
Work > Health
I've been sick for more than four weeks now, and on the second last day of the meds given to me by my fourth doctor. I'm still sniffling, but at least my snot is no longer consistently green. Which is good. I'm still coughing now and then though. Hopefully I'd recover fully by the time I hit Japan.
On monday I was still the green snot factory, but now I'm probably around 80% healed.
But work is going to kill me. There is just SO. MUCH. WORK. Firstly, my department of 6 is now reduced to 3, out of which 2 of the guys who left are actually Senior Managers, which means I'm actually doing some work that SMs used to do. And I'm a relatively newbie Assistant Manager, like, 3 - 4 grades lower. Then, I'm also serving out my 4-month stint as the secretariat for a high-level management meeting, which happens every week. And this secretariat job is basically so much admin and so much minute-taking every single week, and it really drains me. And I kind of have to do it over and above my usual work, which had already been increased because of the staff turnover. Add all that to the fact that April is the end of the Financial Year, which means everyone is gearing up with last minute projects to try and finish using the budget before the financial year closes.
= Lili is trying not to buckle at her job.
Stray thought 1: If I didn't have Japan trip to look forward to in less than two week's time, I don't know how I would hold out.
Stray thought 2: If I tried to rush costume for either of my shoots, I will confirm chop stamp plus guarantee fall ill from fatigue.
Monday is BFF-at-work's last day at the office. He's been practically beaming the past week, glowing even, very smiley. Because he'd be rid of the job, no less. Still, I'm starting to get prematurely depressed because I'd be losing a good friend. Sobs. And a good colleague. Who am I going to bother next time I have a pressing grammar question? Who do I go up to when I want to quietly snicker about seeing our other colleague (also leaving) nodding off to sleep? I shall stop now, before I get too emo.
Boy > Girl
The other day I helped my family fix the doorknob.
I woke up one sat morning to hear my brother banging on half a door knob with a hammer and similar noises coming from the other side of my dad's door. Apparently my dad attempted to fix his faulty doorknob and ended up locking himself into his own room with no way out, and was attempting to get my brother and himself to destroy the knob so he could get out.
I stared at my brother groggily through my haze of sleep, stared at the exposed part of the doorknob, told my brother to step aside, told my father to stop hammering, and took a screwdriver and aimed it at just the right spot and took the whole thing off.
...
What can I say? My dad and my bro are both not engineer/analytical material.
But that's not the end of it. A few days later, and my dad comes to me to ask me to help install the new knob because he just couldn't get it to work. Usually I would just willingly accede to such a request, I'm used to being the one who sets up the new fan/VCR/DVD player/microwave or help to put together the furniture around the house. This, whilst my brother, the legitimate son in the family, usually ends up escaping these duties somehow. It was just the way my dad prefaced the request that made me go =_=...
"So... Lili, since you're like, you know, better off being born a son and all..."
At which I probably went O_O and =_= and -_- and "excuse me, I'm not a handyman too."
The long and short of it was I still ended up fixing the doorknob come the weekend. And it was quite easy too. And my dad sat there and went all goggle-eyed at me.
Dad: "You mean, you put that part in first?"
Me: "... that's what the instructions say."
Dad: "Really??"
Me: "..." *points out the line in the instructions*
Dad: "Oh... oh yeah... but nah I'm sure it doesn't really matter, anyway this is not the difficult part."
Me: "... okay." *continues fixing*
Dad: *drop jaw* "What did you just do????"
Me: "...??"
Dad: "You mean... *GASP* You mean you can separate those two parts???"
Me: "... that's what the instructions tell you to do right? Install the frame and then followed by the rose?"
Dad: "Really?"
Me: *points to line in the instructions*
Dad: "Oh my gosh so it's because of that! No WONDER I couldn't get it in."
Me: *beyond words*
Basically my dad couldn't fix the door knob because he refused to read the instructions and relied on his "skill" and the half-baked illustrations. And he tried to fix it three times some more. Apparently my brother was of no help too.
After that, my dad recounted the story to my uncle, and ended off with "yeah, so I couldn't fix it, and then her brother also couldn't fix it, and I was THIS close to giving up and calling in a professional, and then I thought, okay lah, let my daughter try. But because I couldn't stand the idea that she could fix it when I couldn't, I just kept trying to fix it. In the end she just did it so easily!"
and then the line: "Aiyoh, this daughter should have been born a son!"
Cue Lili rolling her eyes.
So yeah. Lili = Boy > Lili = Girl.
Of course, the highly ironic thing is that if I was born a son, they would then lack the daughter which they could easily palm off sewing projects to. Like the fact that whilst I was fixing the doorknob, I was also already saddled with the job of making new pillowcase covers for my parents.
So I guess I am the engineer, the handyman, and the daughter. All-in-one. How value for money~