let lemons be angry

I thought about it, and the reason i'm not extra perky and generous and nice when i'm with you, ashley, is that i talk about the serious stuff with you. It's one or the other.

The coupe cheesecake at bakerzin is what-just-hit-me good. Light cheese sorbet with a hint of lemon, drenched in tangy berry sauce, covered with cheesecake crust crumbs. It takes a dessert like that (and a praline bar from m&s) to take my mind off the mad-rush multitasking of work and the grave words of ong teck chin: "don't be too optimistic. i don't think you can make it in time." The thing about being the only staff of my lady boss is that i can't ever stop believing in her. When you're just one of many menial workers you can lose heart in the job, and the show will still go on. But if i don't believe in her, there's no one else left to support her. Maybe it isn't such a noble role after all, but that's how i feel after a disappointing meeting. The soldier who still carries the flag and marches behind the dejected general. The dog who trots after the little boy who just lost a ball game.

But other than the wilting Arts Symposium, there are other things to keep us alive. Like the eco-trips, run by the nice but infuriating man who cannot understand the concept of every kid having unique learning styles, or the fact that he will will will -i told you will so many times!- be paid a fixed rate. And the little space i have to organize my newspaper cuttings in. Yes, i have read many newspapers. Most of them in the last two days. And the wilderness associates, the rock climbers i share an office with, are wonderful people who sing out loud to cantopop and even louder to praise and worship cds.

So yes, all is still good. As long as there are talented dessert-creators out there to lift me up once in a while.