...dee-dee dee-dee-dee.

Dedicated to all who understand...

Dee-dee dee-dee-dee
Data Driven Department
Positive, Negative, Positive, Negative
Depends on how you look

Dee-dee dee-dee-dee
Data Driven Department
Numbers and figures, percentages and charts
Excel is what I use

Dee-dee dee-dee-dee
Data Driven Department
Expenses go up, salary the same
Need D3 to survive

* Sung to the tune of 'Row, Row, Row your Boat'

Many thanks to...
...Fair Eek Zza for her inspiration after reading a wicked poem.
...Sookie for introducing kwazy berry the book of funny poems.

...allergic reactions that irritate her.

For the past one year, my allergic reactions have increased. Dare I blame in on Penang polluted air? The frequency can be like once in every two months. If I ran out of eye drops or pills, the symptoms can drag on for one to two weeks till I finally go visit the doctor for supplies.

Well, the point is whenever I get these "attacks", I am not in my top form. I will be feeling miserable. Sick but not sick enough. I can't see properly yet I need to use my eyes so much. My nose will be twitching uncontrollably. A-choo! I need to have tissue papers at my beck and call. Can't live without them. I also can't sleep well, can't breathe well and can't concentrate well. Well, I am (not) in the well.

Recently, I also succumbed to another variation of allergy. It's what I term as "can't stand it when people don't get it going". In other words, it's the NATO syndrome. No Action Talk Only. The symptoms? I am also not my usual self. I get irritated with the people involved. This will magnify through my tone of voice, my choice of words, and my constant non-verbal cues. I don't like myself when I am in this condition. I am me, yet not me.

I need a cure, not prescription. For both.

...how oldies define how old you are.

"What music would you like to listen to?"

Being a hospitable host, I naturally offered my guest her pick of songs.

"Oldies."

I wasn't that keen to listen to oldies for lunch. But then, I gotta please my guest, right?

So in my head, I went through a mental list of oldies that I have in my collection. My hand was in the verge of reaching out to a CD when suddenly the back of my mind screamed...

"Chotto matte!"

I slowly turned to her, debating whether to ask or not to ask... and I asked:

"When you said oldies, what era did you mean?"

"Songs from the 80s-lah."

Gulp!

I was actually gonna take out the CD with songs from the 60s.
I was even prepared to hear her answering the 70s.
But 80s??

That's pushing it. That made me feel... old.