I AM DECLARING THE WEEK THAT HAS PASSED AS MURPHY'S WEEK!
Basically everything that could go wrong did go wrong! Well, Murphy, guess what? I have prevailed you bitch! It was rather a tiresome week which all started from day 1, or Monday rather. The day where I was supposed to end the misery that is Year 3, Semester 2. What was supposed to be a glorious day of relieve became that of dread. I now hold a grudge against my computer for corrupting my report that was supposed to be handed in on the last day of my exams. Because of that, I spent 2 more days doing from scratch (well not really) on my final report. God that was fucked up.
That was followed by several by other series of unfortunate events which culminated to my phone being screwed up thanks to the rain! The rain and my supposedly $80-Gore-Tex-Jacket. That plus I practically jet-skied across the expressway home in the super-duper (or as some mats/minahs preferred it to be spelled as "supa-dupa") heavy rain. Lucky for me, Murphy took a break today as I got my phone fixed at only $30 with a lot of fees "waived" since "mine is an iphone 3g". Wonder what that was supposed to mean. But hey! Less money spent equals to a heavier wallet and that equals to a more genuine smile to the power of 10.
I should be asleep now but thanks to Murphy and his almighty law, I am up setting up my phone to be the awesomemost iphone again. Honestly, I can't wait to start my internship tomorrow. The only thing I am dreading is the journey there. So far, I've counted at least 2 ERP gantries to the office and the thought of paying for parking everyday is so bleargh! All in all, I have calculated that i'll be spending $26 for parking for the next 8 weeks. I have no idea how much ERP is going to cost me. This is truly an ehpfftany. Well, whatever! At least I'll be compensated (not much) and I'll be getting some job experience(from doing saikang).
We will see how the next 8 weeks goes and see if I am truly suited for a desk-bound job. I highly suspect that I'll shrivel up and die behind my desk before the 8 weeks are up.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Thursday, May 05, 2011
Is there something I can say to make you turn around
On the way to school tonight, I decided to pop by Caltex which has the 2 for $2 deal drinks. It seems like the idea of having 2 bottles Peppermint Green Tea to down while getting some work done was ideal especially with the sore throat that I have. Damn, it is the wrong time to fall sick. Then again, when is it ever the right time to fall sick?
To my utter surprise, City Harvest just finished a service(on a Wednesday night???). So, traffic conditions there were, for lack of a better word, disappointing. I hate being stuck in traffic and as always, the thought of clear open road tempted me even if it means making one big round just to get to my destination. As long as I could keep cruising, nothing else matters. Inadvertently, it brought me towards Pasir Laba Camp. That place sure holds a lot of memory for me.
For about 26-28 weeks of the second half of 2006, I spent my days there as a trainee. Every other night was nights-off. It got to the point that nobody could be bothered going out. We basically pissed everybody else off because our company was, seemingly, the only company that constantly got to go out on a weeknight. Golf Company, 40th BSLC- we got a total of 8 nights-off. Echo Company, 40th ASLC- I actually lost count of the number of times we got to go out because after awhile, the novelty was thoroughly worn out. No other companies could understand why we got to go out so often. The first thing that comes to their mind when they hear about us can be aptly summed up in a single word- slack! What I would give to let them know how "slack" we all really were. I suppose its to substitute for what we truly are as a result of their envy. How I, along with the rest of my company, would actually think of ourselves are efficient and competent.
I still remember the incident when I was shoved the appointment of LSM(Leader Sergeant Major). In simple terms, I was the Company IC. I was the LSM for the longest time possible! All in all, including the block leave that we had during the week where NDP 2006 fell, I was the LSM for a total of 3 weeks. Normally, one would only hold the post for a few days, maybe a week max! I could only think of 2 reasons why I was one for 3 weeks. 1) They forgot about me. 2) They really wanted to test me.
Well, it was the latter reason, I guess I had failed big time since I got one hell of a scolding for failing to move out on time. All this thanks to a certain Bravo Company which took their own sweet time in handing over the stores. Apparently, my delegation skills were not up to standard. So yup, that was one hell of day for me which led to me requesting to resign from that appointment.
That was that. What made me think about that place even more was the June of 2007 where I spent 5 weeks in that place to complete my platoon sergeant course. That was sweet. It's erm...really sweet I suppose.
Well, I'm not sure where or what I am getting at here but it seems like the Zzzz monster has gotten a grip on me. And since this is not going anywhere, maybe I should just stop here.
To my utter surprise, City Harvest just finished a service(on a Wednesday night???). So, traffic conditions there were, for lack of a better word, disappointing. I hate being stuck in traffic and as always, the thought of clear open road tempted me even if it means making one big round just to get to my destination. As long as I could keep cruising, nothing else matters. Inadvertently, it brought me towards Pasir Laba Camp. That place sure holds a lot of memory for me.
For about 26-28 weeks of the second half of 2006, I spent my days there as a trainee. Every other night was nights-off. It got to the point that nobody could be bothered going out. We basically pissed everybody else off because our company was, seemingly, the only company that constantly got to go out on a weeknight. Golf Company, 40th BSLC- we got a total of 8 nights-off. Echo Company, 40th ASLC- I actually lost count of the number of times we got to go out because after awhile, the novelty was thoroughly worn out. No other companies could understand why we got to go out so often. The first thing that comes to their mind when they hear about us can be aptly summed up in a single word- slack! What I would give to let them know how "slack" we all really were. I suppose its to substitute for what we truly are as a result of their envy. How I, along with the rest of my company, would actually think of ourselves are efficient and competent.
I still remember the incident when I was shoved the appointment of LSM(Leader Sergeant Major). In simple terms, I was the Company IC. I was the LSM for the longest time possible! All in all, including the block leave that we had during the week where NDP 2006 fell, I was the LSM for a total of 3 weeks. Normally, one would only hold the post for a few days, maybe a week max! I could only think of 2 reasons why I was one for 3 weeks. 1) They forgot about me. 2) They really wanted to test me.
Well, it was the latter reason, I guess I had failed big time since I got one hell of a scolding for failing to move out on time. All this thanks to a certain Bravo Company which took their own sweet time in handing over the stores. Apparently, my delegation skills were not up to standard. So yup, that was one hell of day for me which led to me requesting to resign from that appointment.
That was that. What made me think about that place even more was the June of 2007 where I spent 5 weeks in that place to complete my platoon sergeant course. That was sweet. It's erm...really sweet I suppose.
Well, I'm not sure where or what I am getting at here but it seems like the Zzzz monster has gotten a grip on me. And since this is not going anywhere, maybe I should just stop here.
Sunday, May 01, 2011
I drag myself through the dirt just to feel a little closer to the ground
This semester has just by rather quickly. It's just a weekend more before the exams and I am glad (or rather the lack of it) that I am not prepared for it! Yet, as usual, I tend not to panic when the crisis seems great. The greater the crisis, the calmer I get. Thanks Uncle Sam and friends!
On another note, I guess I've finally figured the song that I'll hear when I am about to die. It sure has a very calming effect on me for some strange reason. Perhaps that will be the song that I will hear when the angle of death comes around to claim my soul. Well, never was mine to begin with.
I never really quite know what to write about today. Guess, it's just a filler post else people might think that I have gone inactive. Well, guess not. This is very typical of me- being extremely random. The fun part of it all is the spontaneity that one gets to enjoy. Most of the time, I am the one who enjoys it but people do get tagged along for the ride.
I have always experienced a great deal of freedom in my life. My parents never really did care where I go as long as I am safe. The keywords there are never really did care precisely because they know that I am fully capable of taking care of myself- others even. Sure they do worry but their faith in me supersedes all worries.
Guess not everyone is able to accept that for so many years in my life, I have lived a life of freedom. Before having any girlfriends, I used to keep laughing at my friends who have to constantly report to their girlfriends about their whereabouts. And I used to enjoy that a lot. But things in the past few years have been rather different. Now, I get to laugh at myself for losing that sense of freeness to do whatever I want, whenever I want. It's kinda like what a friend once told me, "I do what I like and I like what I do". God bless him and hopefully he passes the course.
I always get reminded of this joke whenever I think about this sort of thing (and I really think a lot about it). The only women how knows where her husband is every night is known as a widow. For those who did not catch that, THAT was the joke. Perhaps my sentence structuring or rather the complete lack of any proper structure contributed a lot to that.
Perhaps, what I have shared with some might help? If it was forgotten, this was what I have shared,
Flying a kite is a lot like how you are with people. You can't force someone to do something. It just like how you'd run trying to fly the kite- it never really goes up. And getting it to soar up high, there has to be some pulling and letting go.
But I guess that's not a very good measure since not a lot of people knows how to fly kites. I guess you can all take it in your strides. I'm not forcing down anything down your throat just thought that I could share something that my mind has randomly thought of.
And now I sound so formal =[
On another note, I guess I've finally figured the song that I'll hear when I am about to die. It sure has a very calming effect on me for some strange reason. Perhaps that will be the song that I will hear when the angle of death comes around to claim my soul. Well, never was mine to begin with.
I never really quite know what to write about today. Guess, it's just a filler post else people might think that I have gone inactive. Well, guess not. This is very typical of me- being extremely random. The fun part of it all is the spontaneity that one gets to enjoy. Most of the time, I am the one who enjoys it but people do get tagged along for the ride.
I have always experienced a great deal of freedom in my life. My parents never really did care where I go as long as I am safe. The keywords there are never really did care precisely because they know that I am fully capable of taking care of myself- others even. Sure they do worry but their faith in me supersedes all worries.
Guess not everyone is able to accept that for so many years in my life, I have lived a life of freedom. Before having any girlfriends, I used to keep laughing at my friends who have to constantly report to their girlfriends about their whereabouts. And I used to enjoy that a lot. But things in the past few years have been rather different. Now, I get to laugh at myself for losing that sense of freeness to do whatever I want, whenever I want. It's kinda like what a friend once told me, "I do what I like and I like what I do". God bless him and hopefully he passes the course.
I always get reminded of this joke whenever I think about this sort of thing (and I really think a lot about it). The only women how knows where her husband is every night is known as a widow. For those who did not catch that, THAT was the joke. Perhaps my sentence structuring or rather the complete lack of any proper structure contributed a lot to that.
Perhaps, what I have shared with some might help? If it was forgotten, this was what I have shared,
Flying a kite is a lot like how you are with people. You can't force someone to do something. It just like how you'd run trying to fly the kite- it never really goes up. And getting it to soar up high, there has to be some pulling and letting go.
But I guess that's not a very good measure since not a lot of people knows how to fly kites. I guess you can all take it in your strides. I'm not forcing down anything down your throat just thought that I could share something that my mind has randomly thought of.
And now I sound so formal =[
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