Reading Chong U's blog inspires me to blog.

Ok, mine isn't as filled with interesting photos since I always nearly either forget to charge my camera, or forget to bring it out. If I do take pictures, I'd post them. Heh.

His blog were full of pics, really. Most of them consists of his life and his friends. And among them I saw lots of my friends too, like Chong Hu, Ronald, Zhi Xian And Damien. Can't believe scrawny me was actually friends with the burly bballers, who looked that they were really out for blood and all the violent menacing things they would do. But deep down, all of them are real softies, in the nice sense, like they do have a very emotional side. I think.

Sometimes, as I reflect, maybe its not that mundane to blog about your life at all. Hey, if you got a flair for writing, blogging about your nose hair could be the most interesting ever. Eugene Lim's blog's a great example. He blogs about simple stuff in school and band, but I'm hooked on it. He writes really well. Wonder if he's acing GP..

But the trouble with me, is that I hardly realise anything blogable in my life. Really, I've been telling lots of people how boring a person I am, but I'm having trouble with them believing me. Like, when do you hear me telling really funny jokes that's a riot, or ever being the fantastic story teller?

Anyway, life's been the same for me, except that today was the last day of my aerospace job, and I'm kinda torn.

Torn between not having to wake up early and get bored at work, and not having a 12 hour job that pays $7.50 for sitting at staircases like someone loitering, sleeping, read, take short naps and play arcade when time permits.

Man, the job rocks. But from that job I realise a personality flaw of mine. Somehow I'd find someone I don't like with the people I work with.

Firstly, there was my IC. He was a nice guy, but he started getting short tempered with the drivers for the big shots who were staying at the hotels, even though I really think that they're nice people, the drivers that is. I really hate people who use the F-word unnecessarily. Or rather, I don't enjoy company of people who say it like it's punctuation or it's cool to do so. Every single little thing that irritates him, or think that'll get him in trouble, he'll go "aiya, later get F-ed", or when he was squabbling with a driver, he told him to "F" him if he dared. Like right. That was so stupid, one of the stupidest statement I've heard in my whole life. Who in the world asks people to F him? Man, if he was a Brokebacker, I'd understand. But that's just wrong man.

Then, there's my co-worker, a middle aged geezer.

MY LARD!

He has to be one of the most (I'm dying to use the word "stupid", but no..) kan jiong, stubborn, and redundant person ever.

He asks stupid questions, questions that like makes me go "duh, that has totally nothing to do with our job" and my supervisors repeatedly going "you don't worry about that, it's not our business", and he'd go "ya I know, so but what if that happens, then maybe we should..*insert some stupid plan that has nothing to do with our job*.."

I kinda got used to the above two, but today was the last straw. We were rearranging keys for the cars to be driven back to Jurong, and instructions were given to let the cars to be driven out in groups of ten. Fine. We could work easily with that.

But Nooooooooooooo..... He had to come up with some system thingy. Fine, let him be. So he began writing out some list thingy. So I started to sort the keys in their number groups, from what I written down in my list. I sorted them into firstly, the keys starting from 1, 2, 3, and 4, after which I sorted into the parking bays that the cars were parked.

By the way, the cars were BMWs, 3,5 and 7 series. Hellofaride it drives...

Then, our dear uncle there had to pull all the keys towards him, despite me telling him that the keys were sorted out already, htus mixing up the keys for the first time. So I re-did, and just in time, my other co-worker came back with plastic bags, and I placed the different groups into different bags. So basically, what was left was to give the drivers their keys of the lots to drive the cars right? I mean, even the driver IC was ok with having more than 10 cars leaving at one time, so that we could finish earlier.

But Nooooooooooo.... He had to make sure it's 10 and only 10.

So he began to take out the keys from my bags and sort into groups of ten.

I wanted to murder him and kick him in the head at that moment I tell you.

How can anyone be so daft? Wouldn't be easier for all of us, to just hand the keys for the bay to the drivers, let them take the needed keys, then return the remaining, for the next group of drivers to drive? This is kinda hard to explain in words, but I'm assuming I'm right, cos even my co-worker was quite fed up with him. I decided to leave him to his own devices and read my book in some corner.

Then there's his stupid jokes. They're so dumb that it pains me to think of them, what more put them in words. I wonder how did his co-worker sit with him at the desk through out the week. I'd died of self strangulation.

Ok, enough of neing mean, but really, if you meant him, I wonder if you would have survive him. He reminds me of a Wally from Dilbert, but with the mentality of the Boss.

Right, tomorrow my life begins again. And ends on Wednesday.

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Supposed to be resting but can't really sleep, so let's blog.

Been working since last saturday, so maybe that explains the lack of posts. It's an Aerospace job thingy, but really, I'm just a traffic marshall/escort(not that type you perv)/carpark attendant.

I'm guessing I'll be working till friday, but the pay's real good. IF I'm not wrong, it's $7.50 an hour, and they're paying 16hours for 12 hours of work to compensate for meals and travelling time. Woo. I can already see my LCD monitor on my desk in front of me now.

Being at work kinda pulls me away from the reality of the world. Somehow, I've lost touch with what happened and what happens. The only thing that's holding on to my realisation of the world is my trusty handphone radio, which has informed me on the contact lenses thingy. My kind friends aka Azhar, Chris and Gwen were trying to stop me from using my Renu eyedrops, even though I think that the report only stated the solution. I think I'm safe.. Right?

Anyway, the brain's and mind's (that's really two different things you know.) not really helping much with this post. I've thought of a gazillion things to blog about at work, and when I sit down, Kaput. All gone.

Bummer.

Off to bed I go. Missing all my buddies, my music and all that.

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I think life hasn't changed since the times of the dinosaurs.


Instead of the big lumbering lizards, in place we have several types of people.

In place the meat eaters, we have the loud over bearing people that's just out to rip someone off their own hard earned money. They're the type of people that the normal folk fear and hate. They lumber around in the dark, or some in broad daylight, throwing their weight around and baring their teeth. More often than not, their bark is worse than their bite.

Personally, I know of quite a few of these people, and somehow I think they're like the T-Rex. It's not a complement really. They're like a T-Rex because they have a big mouth, and really useless hands that does nothing. Just like their counterparts, they just do nothing but talk with their loud noisy mouth, and they have useless little arms that they'll only use to wave around when they talk. Azhar would know who I'm talking about. Hahaha.

Then, there's the velociraptor-kinda people. These people run around on their feet trying to bite more than they can chew. They hop around from body to body, biting pieces of information and bringing it and spreading it around. They thrive when in groups, for they'll have more meaty information to share. Single, they're nothing but just someone looking for a quick info and off they'll run before you can say "psyche".(a word I learnt for reading Dilbert. Positively love it.)

These are the rumor mongers. Nuff' said.

Then, there's the grass-eaters. Not really a definite dino, but they're always having their heads buried near the ground, they refuse to acknowledge any form of recognition throw at their way. In other words, low self-esteem. They're constantly moping around the ground looking for something that'll confirm their suspicion that the world is out to get them, and everyone hates them.

Better off eaten. Heh.

Argh. I'm too tired to complete this post. So if you can think of anymore, do add them in.

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Watch and laugh.

http://www.break.com/index/familyguydoc.html

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I think the media needs to have a check on the commercials.

I'm getting an overdose of Wang Wang commercials.

The commercials are so abundant, it's even more annoying than the lame commercials themselves. Lard, the never-ending singing and gay(happy, not the topic discussed recently..) tunes floods the TV, and I'm never the same after watching some stupid kid who's willing to ruin his/her future/teenhood by prancing around with retarded actions and ridiculous clothing advertising some dubious drink, that I've hardly heard of anyone really drinking such a drink.

Can you imagine the embarrassment if ever someone, i.e. your friends, relatives came over, and your mom insists on showing that thorn in the flesh at every occasion they come to your place? You're as good as immigrating to some ulu town in the, I don't know, Middle East, China, Russia, pick one.

The corny-ness of the ads are sofa king lame that even crutches made of steel beams for construction couldn't hold it up. Blegh. Maybe they really pay good money. That's why there are people willing to work for it. Hm.

Sidetrack a lil bit, Junwen should be down grading his PES status, had some ear thingy, that he can't really hear much from one ear. Something like that, but he'll heal, so sayeth his doctor. I hope's that true. We pretty much attributed his..ailment to either Peiling's "mad" banging on the timpani, or Paulina's screams. Might be Huikoon or Tsz Yan too though. Hmm.

Anyway, work's commencing on this sat. Hope it's good. At least I'll have chance to wear my new jacket. But the tee shirt is fugly, so the jacket's a must. Harhar.

Till agian.

Just had a long belated pool outing with my buddy from secondary school days, Damien. And things have not changed since then.

Sure, I was still wearing rimless (not frameless, realised that no such things as that..) glasses and more or less toot, and he was still having his long hair and all, but even though now he's much a greater bod and much shorter hair, I'm glad we still click. Some times some things just don't change.

Anyway, that's not the main topic today. It's weird to just see people and the way we dress up these days, at least the young ones.

Was at downtown east, and saw tons of kids from their celebration/bash parties "chilling out", and their dress sense is appalling.

Everyone dresses the same!!

The guys, just freak me out. The shirts, with some long blings around their necks; short, gelled and spiked hair; then the jeans. It's really fine at times, like hell, I just wore a black long sleeved shirt, with hair spray to keep my hair from being boring and pants and a necklace thingy from my friend to accesorise a little bit, yesterday when I was out. Aparrently Gwen was shocked to see me in a shirt after she had seen me in shirts in school for nearly two years. Weird. But I hardly think that I look like any of them whom I saw.

Maybe I'm in denial, but there was no individuality in their dressing. It was screaming, plain in your face "I belong with this group of people and this is the cool way to dress when you go out with them. Rock sia!" Every single of them wore it the same way, and it just plain stinks. How can you feel great when you pratically look like every single other guy that you are with? It's like clones, but different in facial and patterns on the cloth.

This reminds me of prom. Like every other guy was in blazer, shirt and pants. Even a tuxedo would look spectacular beside all that. So that was the reason I opted for what I wore la anayway.

I just sometimes it's the way we wear and present ourselves. I guess I wasn't in any position to talk about those guys I saw just now, since I was relatively badly dressed, in my white OP tee with my favourite blue jeans and sneakers, hair un-styled and combed with my glasses. I'd passed off any top JC mugger anytime in that. Come to think of it, probably that's why I was getting weird looks from others while playing pool. Hmm.

But that's not to say, a fashion statement should be made everytime there's a chance. I hardly see a chance, or appropriate time to wear jackets in Singapore, except when it rains, or it's just plain cold. Nor it's really fashionable to be loud and flashy, it's just such a turn off.

Ha, then again, who am I to play fashion critic, the fashion disaster?

Ah well, as the days end, the real pressing matter is this friday. Yesterday was the O levels and the Toto draw, as crucial as ever to alot of people. Haha. Let's just hope all's well, ends well. At least better then any of the other results during those 2 years.

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The thing about being.. sensible, is that we get to see alot of things in a different light. Like when we were younger, who the hell knew about homosexuals? Ok maybe I was innocent, am still, but things just got alot more complicated.

Anyway, the thing about same sex relationships these days, though no particualr references to any that I may know of, even though I can so feel some people going, "wa lao, he talking about me leh, so idiot de him.." and the likes. It's becoming a trend these days, so much so that I can't breathe. Haha, not that any males have start to hit on me, well, not even females have hit on me ever, but the sudden appearance of so many people of that kind has really ... awaken me.

Maybe the world isn't as what it was as I thought it was.

Nothing really against homosexuals, especially I have a few great buddies, both male and female going along these lines. But there's a nagging thought at the back of my head that keeps telling me that this is a stage in their lives that they'll through, before reverting back to being hetrosexual.

Denial maybe, since these are my good friends, but sometimes I just really think that there's not going to be a fairytale ending in such paths taken. Heck, there're hardly any such good endings in the others. Tsk.

Ah well, life isn't going to be any nicer to me, since the A' levels, which is Dreaded, Hated, Feared, and all those words along those lines, are being released like next freaking friday.

Now I regret not being religious. At least I'd have something/someone to pray fervently to, whom may guarantee a glimmer of hope of a good/decent result.

Damn.

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Memoirs of a Geisha, not.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_AQvqsZFgDY

Watch and laugh your heads off. "It hard..."

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It's always better on the other side.

Aren't we all always thinking, that it's better to be someone else, it's better to be doing something that we're not, and it's better to be being not who we are.

Take a moment to ponder and reflect, if you actually bother, how many times a day do we envy others?

When we were studying, we envied those working. And when we're working, we envied those studying.

When you're single, you envied couplehood, and when you get couplehood, you envy singlehood.

When you were a kid, you envied grown ups for their independence, and now, when we're all grown up, we envy the young children for their ability to depend, reliance at the price of "care-free"ness.

It's always better on the other side.

We want to throw down what we already have in hope for something better. Who wouldn't? For that glimmering chance to make a break from mundanity, from simpledom, from normal-ness, even I would try to join Singapore Idol, maybe you never know, I could be a finalist. Heh.

Anyway, life's always as it is, nothing ever new, nothing ever old too.

I've finding lesser and lesser things to blog about.

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And it's the end of the festive season, though not officially, since alot of people will be starting work tomorrow.

I'll be personally going for an interview for some Aerospace events, and I hope I can make it in, if not I'll be stuck working for my dad again, though it's not a bad job but that's another point.

Had alumni prac last night, and it was quite dissapointing and disorganised and somewhat displeasing. But things WILL turn for the better. I know it will once we have it settled down. Maybe when we have made more proper decisions. Right.


Loads of stuff to do, so little time to do.

Here's a little pic I got from a mail. Thought it was hilarious. Enjoy.



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I've never had so much thoughts in a day that I ever thought I could have.

Firstly, for the record, I don't pity people who have nothing but self pity for themselves. I don't believe in feeling sorry for people who keeps on harping that the world is out to get them. I mean, if they don't believe that they are worth something to the world, why should we be worth something to them? Self-worth is something to be learnt and treasured not only when you think you have friends and everything, but when you are yourself, you are worthy to live up to your name.

Be it as low profile as you may be, we must know that we are who we are for a purpose. Some may just be irritating people for people to dislike(haha), but hey, at least that'sa function, though not a very pleasing one. But even the erm.. different of people have points that make others attracted to them. Look at the disabled, many of them have hearts purer than anyone of us, and that's make them attractive. What more normal people like us?So stop wallowing in mud and wash yourself clean ofyour own self pity.


Anoter thing, is how sometimes how little words affect us like how lightning strikes the tree (whoa, dramatic effect.)

Really, perhaps insecurity and all that makes people go weird, but being sick doesn't help me, since I'm stuck at home and having all sorts of weird thoughts. I'm alone at home now, and I need someone to talk to. Nearly everyone is at work already, adn I'm alone at home. It's quite lonely, and gloomy, especially when there's a relative who has just passed away. The feeling of impending death in the room is stifling, and I've no idea what and how to react. So much for 18 is a mature age, but really, how would you react to death in your face?

The rest, needs more than words to be put in its place.

Please let everything be alright.

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