Wah. Finally completed the almost impossible task of generating my report on my attachment. I did a word count and I won't be surprise if it's more than the total word count for ALL the essays I did in Year 1 of university.
Given the amount of brain cells that had valiantly died in contributing to the final product, I didn't even bother read through again to spot mistakes of any sorts or to make changes. The moment I hit the last full stop at conclusion, Print is the next icon I clicked on.
I'm not particularly bursting with pride about that, but it's just going to be for my manager's reading pleasure and I doubt he's going to deduct my pay for my English. So what the heck! I'm already in holiday mood and with only 4 more days before I fly, I've yet to decide on the itinerary. This definitely has moved up the priority list higher than refining my report.
Well, I just like to relate one thing I saw on my train ride home last night. There was this couple sitting beside me and the wife was holding their couple of months' old baby. Apparently, she was trying to get the baby to sleep and was rocking the baby in her arms.
The thing was, the intensity at which she rocked the baby one would have thought she was strumming the guitar at a rock concert. My eyes just grew bigger as I watch her rocked and was expecting the baby's head to drop off anytime.
Thankfully for the baby, (s)he made cries of protest that averted the consequence of either a snapped neck or jellied brain. On hearing the persistant cries, the mother changed tack and hugged the baby over her shoulder and gently pat her/his back in lulling the baby back to sleep. Boy, the look of relief on the baby's face was such a classic.
In any case, tomorrow will be a big day. Not for me though, but for my Da Ge. Congrats! And on the behalf of the Government, I thank you for contributing to the National Policy.