Holding on....

Why is it that i suddenly start realizing how much i miss someone when that person is ready to pack his bag & leave for a new place? Or is it really how it seems? Maybe its how much i'll miss that person in the future. Who am i tryin to fool here?

All this while there was no real effort to stay in touch. But the whole idea that the person is just a few miles away is reassuring in itself. Not anymore... Apprehension has popped its ugly face. How, or more importantly, when will i get to meet that person again? There are suddenly so many thoughts that are running through my blank mind. I hate this state of perplexity.

" It wasn't really sad, the way we said goodbye
Maybe it just hurt so bad, she couldn't cry
He packed his things, walked out the door & drove away....
& she became the girl from yesterday!

He took a plane across the sea to some foreign land
She stayed at home & tried so hard, to understand
How someone who had been so close, could be so far away
& she became the girl from yesterday!

The light's on in the window, she's waiting by the phone
Talkin' to a memory, that's never comin' home
She dreams of his returning & the things that he might say
But she'll always be, the girl from yesterday! "

- Eagles : The girl from yesterday

Everything seems hazy. Solitude is my companion.

The bottom line still remains.....
What am i holding on to?

eXtend 07

My debut on stage as far as being a host for an event goes! eXtend 07 was an eBiz summit that was organized by our class. I was asked to be one of the people on stage to introduce the speakers. During the auditions, i was asked to "de-accentize" myself (whatever that means!!!). I wasn't 2 sure i'd b able to do that (not that i wanted to anyway...) ; not while i've spent the past 2 years of my life speaking like that.

The summit was a forum for corporate leaders to discuss the future of eBiz & the challenges faced by companies in this respect. Stood at the podium, shaky knees & shivering hands. My voice cracked....thought i'd lost it. But i managed to get away with a few mistakes.

Thought i'd mastered the art when i found myself at the podium for the next round of panel discussion. Altho' the knees were rooted & the hands felt like they've been there, done that, my brain wasnt ready yet to come to terms with this situation. Blunder seems such a soft word. Disaster would probably fit the bill. Whats worse is that there aren't many critics around who'd give you a piece of their true mind. I dont want people to tell my "Hey, we dint even notice it!" Now that's CSR. I hope people stop being politically correct.