Sci-Fi Movie Dream

It is difficult to describe a very exciting dream. It was like a sci-fi movie. I will attempt to describe.

Imagine Star Wars. That's the scene. 3 good fellas (1 girl - obviously me in the lead cast and 2 other guys) and 1 mean bad guy (the villain).

3 of us had to get into the villian's planet to steal a disk from his office. A disk containing all information of the universe. So me and another guy diguise as a couple from a faraway planet who came to the villiant planet for a visit. We landed in a space ship (shaped like a typewriter). Anyway, we went into the office to greet the villain. While talking to him, we were actually distracting him while the other guy steal the disk from his office.

Mission successful.....errr but not so fast. The villain said that my husband looked familiar. He wants to check up his biodata on his computer. He asked some of his staff in and told them that my husband looked like this popular movie star from planet ZZZ. They were laughing and asked me to go over so that he can show me the news that they were going to pull from the computer.

Oh no!! They are going to discover their data is gone!!!!! Error!! They tried again to access their computer...Error!! I had to act fast. I said - Just tell me what and who he is.

It worked, it distracted them and they told me that my husband is actually a casanova from planet ZZZ and have slept with many women. They were all laughing.

This was our chance to escape. I slapped my husband. Pretending to be really angry at him since now I discovered that piece of news about him. We pretended to be fighting and hitting each other while moving out of the office to get to our space shuttle.

We are there, we are ready to board the space shuttle.

Suddenly out of nowhere, this fat guy appeared. He is a staff of the villain. He said, he heard that we came from planet ZZZ, he is from planet ZZZ and he wanted to say hi. He went on to do some weird greetings and hand gestures from planet ZZZ.

Our cover is blown. We don't know the hand gestures. We had to get out. This fat guy knew immediately we are not from planet ZZZ.

A siren came on. The guards rushed in with the guns. We got into our space shuttle. We are preparing to launch. The guards arrive. They all take aim at our space shuttle as we launch up.

The screen froze. I woke up. Wow!! Talk about an exciting dream!!

My grandma

I pity my grandma.

She lived a hard life!

Now that she is old...she is still living a hard life. Not because she can't have a good life. She is so trapped in the past, she can't allow herself to lead a better life. No matter how we try to advise her...she can't change.

She has a maid, she say the maid is lazy and many many other things. For so many year, no maid has satisfied her. She said she does not need a maid but we all know she does!

She has money but refused to use them. She still tries to save every penny.

She keeps rain water to mop the floor. Her floor is dirty all the time even though it is mopped every day.

She dilutes the washing detergents so that it can be used for a longer time. Her dishes are usually still oily.

She switch off the lights and fans even though you still need it.

She wants to give away her fake jewelleries (some rusty and broken) as gifts to other people. To her it is valuable but to others, nobody wants them.

She eats half her rice and want to keep the other half for others to eat. Her concept is to save but nobody wants to eat her leftover rice.

She tries to get free things from other people. It's her way to save. She brought up 5 kids that way!

She denies she is ever wrong.

She is old.

Everyone is irritated with her. I am also guilty of that. I should not. I will regret it.

But it is easier to be sympathetic when you are an outsider. When you are dealing with her everyday, I can understand it is easy to feel frustrated. Infact, the feeling of frustration, anger, dealing with someone old can't be controlled even if you want to so much. Sometimes, your anger just burst out when dealing with them

So, to everyone out there who is caring for someone old, you hold an important responsibility. And I know it is not easy. It is ok to feel frustrated and angry. But know this, you are doing a noble job. You are holding a responsibility that many others don't even want to or just can't do. You are doing this noble task of caring for someone to have a few more beautiful years in their life. It is noble, it is to be appreciated and know that you are doing this out of the goodness in your heart. You are good.

So despite all the issues with my grandma's behaviour that have everyone extremely frustrated with her sometimes but I know everyone is doing their best. It is a matter of putting the frustration aside and seeing the goodness in this old and frail person.

I know the goodness in my grandmother. I know she wants the best for everyone. She has done a lot for me. She has loved me. She is not perfect.

She is my grandmother.

Past - A new manager

I woke up last night thinking of an ex-collegue. It somehow brought me back to that time when I was a newly promoted manager.

I remember myself at that time. Overworked, insecure and trying my best to hide it. I don't think I was a really happy person and probably my insecurities do reflect in my personality.

I guess I may not be the nicest person/boss when it comes to work. I was a young manager trying to do my work. So managing people wasn't really my priority especially when I am trying my best to figure out my own part of the work. Imagine trying to pretend to know what to tell your direct reports when you don't even have your own work figured out.

I guess I would seem unsympathetic and yet firm but with no susbstance. Sigh...the perils of a new manager.

I made mistakes. I learned from them. It took me a few years but in the last few years I think I finally became comfortable with myself. I am more sure of myself and my abilities. And I become more natural as a manager. I no longer feel intimidated or insecure with my direct reports. I just try my best to give them what I have.

I wish I could take back those years when I was "not the best" form of manager but there is no manual for it.

Everyone just need to do experience it. Learn from it and do the best to their abilities.

When snore is love

When snore is love.

The shock of hearing loud constant snoring can be quite daunting especially when you realise you have to sleep with this person for the rest of your life.

I often say I try to "kill" him in his sleep. Well, what I was actually doing is trying to diagnose where the noise is coming from. So the "killing" part comes from these 2 actions :

1) squeeze his nose to stop the noise
2) put my hand over his mouth to muffle the sound.

Hence....potentially "killing" him.

I soon realise that these methods don't work and infact it could most definitely get me a life sentence in jail. So I had to stop. And my message to all the women out there with a snoring husband - STOP even though you really want to do whatever it takes to stop the noise.

Now, I am past the stage of trying to 'kill' my husband.

His snore is love to me. Music to my ears.

A sign that he is well and alive beside me. Love.

p/s I am not kidding. Snore is Love.

Farting

How come when I was young, I don't remember myself farting. Ok, let me explain. It is not that I don't fart, I am very sure I did but I don't remember needing to fart frequently. Maybe once a week??!!

But now that I am "bigger" why do I constantly need to fart. A few times a day!!!

Sigh. Is this normal?

Double Risk

2nd night in a row, a vivid memory of a word appeared from my dream. It was Belittling yesterday and today it is Double Risk!

When I woke up I could remember clearly what happening in my dreams. After a few hours the memories fade but the context of the dream remained.

I remember it was a conversation with an collegue, Pris. I don't see her very often as she is always travelling and about. She so happened to be in the office that day and was very excited that we could catch up. We sat down and I told her my situation that I am quitting my job. She was surprised, concerned and said this. If you quit, wouldn't it be double risk if you husband don't have a job?

Double Risk? Double Risk? What exactly does this mean?

Belittling

Imagine I woke up from my dream with the word BELITTLING clearly spelled out in my mind. It was weird almost like a message to me. Or maybe I am just stressed in my sleep.

Whatever it is, I have been having loads of dreams everynite and each time with different adventures and usually I wake up with vivid memories of what transpired. But I don't write them now immediately and as such the memories fades and I can't remember much after.

But this dream had a word that rang out. Belittling.

I can't remember much, I can't remember where and what was happening around. I remember it was a conversation with my aunt.

Aunt said - I know you are not working and spending time at home. Don't you think it is BELITTLING to women kind that you choose to stay home?


I was really upset but I held it inside. I composed myself. I held myself together and very rationally I try to make her see how ridiculous she sounds. BELITTLING to women because I choose not to work, how absurd does that sound.!!!????


The word Belittling woke me up. What is this message? Is it belittling now that I am not at work? Sigh.