In the wee small hours of the morning

When the whole wide world is past asleep
You like awake and think about the boy
And never ever think of counting sheep

1 sheep…2 sheeps…3 sheeps…785 sheeps…1 cow!

For the past two days (or nights) now, I’ve (re-) grown the habit of falling asleep on the sofa in front of the telly and waking up around 3am only to find the Zzz gas again an hour and a half later — just when the sun is already trying to peek out.

What did I do?

I stared into the void.

Heheh…actually, I logged into Yahoo Messenger and check if someone who I like to chat with is online. But I only did that tonight, err, should I say this morning.

Right, let’s see if I could get my sleep back.

When your lonely heart has learned its lesson
You’d be his, if only he’d call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That’s the time you miss him most of all

#@%!

I just received a call from my boss telling me that the main player of the consortium that is bidding on a big business (sorry, can’t tell you, non-disclosure thingy) has pulled out. This just throws all the work we’ve done so far in the rubbish bin, including the meeting that I had today with their colleagues.

VERY, VERY DISAPPOINTING!

Especially when what we (my company) could offer has a fairly good chance to win it as we are the incumbents so we are the least risk option in the transition.

:censored:

“Rainy Days and Mondays”

…always get me down!

Yes, it is Monday and it is raining.

I think I will join The Carpenters and Garfield on the anti-Monday campaign. Well, I really don’t hate each and every Monday, it’s just that today doesn’t feel right for me.

I never liked and never will like rain. Although, as a little girl, I used to play in the rain with my neighbours. I remember when it is really poured, as it is typical in the Philippines, I would run to my Lola Nini (my grand aunt) so she could put baby oil in my back. Never really understood why I do need to be ‘oiled’. Then I go running to the nearest alulod and ‘shower’ — with my clothes on, of course! Yes, even after that, I still didn’t grow to enjoy the heaven’s downpour of tears.

As if the rain isn’t bad enough, I swallowed a mint! It was the size of a normal vitamin pill and as I write this post, I could still feel it lodged in my throat. I do hope that it will dissolve soon. Otherwise, how else can I take that out? :tired:

On a brighter side, a head hunter (with a very heavy Irish accent) rang me around lunchtime offering me a job. He said that their client – a big IT consulting company – is looking for consultants who have experience in implementing billing and CIS systems. He didn’t specify if it was for a permanent or contractual post but he did mention that the project site will be at Worthing, in West Sussex. It does sound attractive but I had to turn it down. As I told him, “I’m happily employed at the moment.” I do have job security at the moment and I’m very thankful for that. Much as the offer seemed to be really challenging (and possibly would pay well likewise), I still have a lot to take from my position and I know that the company also has still has a lot to take from me. I just hope that when I reach that point where I need to move on, opportunities like this will just be round the corner.

Ah Monday…only 5 more hours to go! Come back next week with more sunshine please!

Something to help me through the weekend

I first heard this song from an episode of Charmed. I think it was Witch Tails Part II. I checked all the Charmed CDs but this one was never there. I really like it but I could only remember 2 lines: “It’s just one more day” and “I’ll blame it on the weatherman.” So, I Google’d blame it on the weatherman and found out that the group/person who sang it is called B*WITCHED – how very apt! Apparently, they also used the track in Dawson’s Creek. Anyway, I really like the melody and the lyrics are just so “yes-I’m-feeling-blue-but-it-is-not-my-fault-I-just-am!”

BLAME IT ON THE WEATHERMAN
(by B*Witched)
It’s just one more day
No one said
There would be rain again
Won’t blame it on myself
I’ll blame it on the weatherman
Get away for a while
Here I am out on my own again
Won’t blame it on myself
I’ll blame it on the weatherman
Standing on the shore
Calling out your name
I was here before
I could see your face
Only clouds will see
Tears are in my eyes
Empty like my heart
Why do you say goodbye
The rain goes on (on and on again)
The rain goes on (on and on again)
The rain goes on (on and on again)
Alone I can hear
Hear our song
Playing for me again
Won’t blame it on myself
Just blame it on the weatherman
Standing on the shore
Calling out your name
I was here before
I could see your face
Only clouds will see
Tears are in my eyes
Empty like my heart
Why do you say goodbye
The rain goes on (on and on again)
The rain goes on (on and on again)
The rain goes on (on and on again)
Maybe it’s too late
Maybe it’s too late to try again
Maybe I can’t pray
Maybe I can’t wait
Maybe I can’t blame the weatherman
The rain goes on (on and on again)
The rain goes on (on and on again)
The rain goes on (on and on again)
Oh blame it on the weatherman