Tuesday, April 20, 2004
Work Summary
Well, it's finally the last week of my Industrial Attachment. Here's an emotionally packed summary of an individual NYP student slogging at work in PSA.
Still ain't like me
Alright.... my posts are getting a little crazed, so I'll give you a little summary of what happened over the past few days I went absent from blogging.
Well, after thursday, i went for the usual training... not too good, not too bad. I saw Munirah at the MRT Station, and went thinking, "Is she waiting for Sameer?"
Sameer had to go work overnight to touch up on his project. Well, I'm not really sure, but I just found out from her weblog that she was staying up late for her assignments too. I suppose it would be a scene that I would be rarely seeing upon my graduation... oh well... :-)
My ultimate disc, on that day was "redesigned" as a result of a obvious natural peeling of the topmost layer. For your information, Yes, the natural peeling was the trigger to the "Redesign". Ouchie.... I went onto the train, and talked to a few Year 2 BI students about how it could be like, and how it could turn out, based on experience from all around my fellow coursemates.... :-)
Of course I stated mine first. It was like stress stress the first few weeks, work work the next few weeks, and relax the next few weeks~
Ok, Friday got me at the worst time. Was playing a pickup game at the War Memorial at City Hall, when I totally wasted one point, when I thought I had scored one. As usual, I feel bad about it, and on an unusual note, one of my teammates swore at me. Hell Yeah, then as usual, I played like shite....
I'm serious about this... I don't know why, but a combination of loss of confidence, and directed swearing, really brings me down. Well, I'm sure the person did not mean to be personal, but that affected the games for that time. Anyone has tips for this... haha...
Saturday morning had me playing a soccer match with Siva's secondary schoolmates. Quite fun... long time never play soccer, but still the usual sucking at postitioning, and lousily playing the game still exists. But seeing the game in another different view, and as a substitute really made me think about how Beautiful Soccer is. Ah.... Soccer is a Beautiful Game....
On Saturday afternoon, We had the usual Ultimate Frisbee pickup game at Sentosa at an earlier time, at 12 noon, but landed at the beach at three. Lucky man. Why? It was bloody hot man! I mean bloody hot! Everyone was like jumping on the sand like they were toasted on some hotplate, or placing their feet in the temporary comfort of the plam tree's shadow.
Me? I was wearing thick socks, and I'm mostly insulated from the sand's heat. I am thankful for the fact I have soccer in the morning. The game was quite ok, until I screwed up again. I was staring at the disc floating down, and I charged for it, not knowing that kenneth was already preparing to catch the disc. Then he went ouchie, and nearly screwed my ass extra tight. Scary, but I was really in the wrong. Thankfully, the matter didn't go that personal for him. Whew....
A side note... Kenneth knows my secondary school classmates, Lionel and Christina! Same course somemore! I thought Christina was like quite power, until I found out that she applies artificial tanning lotion. Whoa... now That's power.....
Then in the late evening, we have.... you know what? Three babes! I think someone threw a disc, and kenneth was like inviting them to play, and anand was like going, oh yeah... the three babes are painkillers to my backache... oh yeah...
Sunday was pretty much sleeping... I pretty much busted my knee during the pickup game on Saturday. Knee joint was creaking like a rusted hinge, and the point when I don't feel pain was when I keep it bent at 45 degrees... The doctor ruled me out for the week; Just hope that I make it in time for the first Spring League Fixture....
Well, that's all I have to say about the last few obvious things that happened in the last few days... Hooooooooooo Yeah.... now this sounds like my blog.... :-D
Well, after thursday, i went for the usual training... not too good, not too bad. I saw Munirah at the MRT Station, and went thinking, "Is she waiting for Sameer?"
Sameer had to go work overnight to touch up on his project. Well, I'm not really sure, but I just found out from her weblog that she was staying up late for her assignments too. I suppose it would be a scene that I would be rarely seeing upon my graduation... oh well... :-)
My ultimate disc, on that day was "redesigned" as a result of a obvious natural peeling of the topmost layer. For your information, Yes, the natural peeling was the trigger to the "Redesign". Ouchie.... I went onto the train, and talked to a few Year 2 BI students about how it could be like, and how it could turn out, based on experience from all around my fellow coursemates.... :-)
Of course I stated mine first. It was like stress stress the first few weeks, work work the next few weeks, and relax the next few weeks~
Ok, Friday got me at the worst time. Was playing a pickup game at the War Memorial at City Hall, when I totally wasted one point, when I thought I had scored one. As usual, I feel bad about it, and on an unusual note, one of my teammates swore at me. Hell Yeah, then as usual, I played like shite....
I'm serious about this... I don't know why, but a combination of loss of confidence, and directed swearing, really brings me down. Well, I'm sure the person did not mean to be personal, but that affected the games for that time. Anyone has tips for this... haha...
Saturday morning had me playing a soccer match with Siva's secondary schoolmates. Quite fun... long time never play soccer, but still the usual sucking at postitioning, and lousily playing the game still exists. But seeing the game in another different view, and as a substitute really made me think about how Beautiful Soccer is. Ah.... Soccer is a Beautiful Game....
On Saturday afternoon, We had the usual Ultimate Frisbee pickup game at Sentosa at an earlier time, at 12 noon, but landed at the beach at three. Lucky man. Why? It was bloody hot man! I mean bloody hot! Everyone was like jumping on the sand like they were toasted on some hotplate, or placing their feet in the temporary comfort of the plam tree's shadow.
Me? I was wearing thick socks, and I'm mostly insulated from the sand's heat. I am thankful for the fact I have soccer in the morning. The game was quite ok, until I screwed up again. I was staring at the disc floating down, and I charged for it, not knowing that kenneth was already preparing to catch the disc. Then he went ouchie, and nearly screwed my ass extra tight. Scary, but I was really in the wrong. Thankfully, the matter didn't go that personal for him. Whew....
A side note... Kenneth knows my secondary school classmates, Lionel and Christina! Same course somemore! I thought Christina was like quite power, until I found out that she applies artificial tanning lotion. Whoa... now That's power.....
Then in the late evening, we have.... you know what? Three babes! I think someone threw a disc, and kenneth was like inviting them to play, and anand was like going, oh yeah... the three babes are painkillers to my backache... oh yeah...
Sunday was pretty much sleeping... I pretty much busted my knee during the pickup game on Saturday. Knee joint was creaking like a rusted hinge, and the point when I don't feel pain was when I keep it bent at 45 degrees... The doctor ruled me out for the week; Just hope that I make it in time for the first Spring League Fixture....
Well, that's all I have to say about the last few obvious things that happened in the last few days... Hooooooooooo Yeah.... now this sounds like my blog.... :-D
The last post ain't like me...
Taking a second look at the last post, I swear, I was possessed by some potianak crazy for durian heads, hungry for hairs that are lesss than one inch.
Without further adue, let's bring in a new topic. Packed Lunch!
Hell yeah, recently at my workplace, my colleagues are staying back more and more often during lunch breaks for meeting the project's deadline. So, four minutes before 12 noon, I slowly regained my standing posture, and proceed to the pantry's fridge, where my good old packed lunch was. Then I get it into the microwave, and zaps it for 4 minutes. Meanwhile I would bring back my fruit and slowly chew on it.
Speaking of which, the fruit was an red apple! Took one bite, and nearly cried! It's sour just like a lemon! Then I took a few more chomps off this sour fruit. And I found out that the apple's texture is like... peach! Curious at the hybrid fruit that my mother chose for me, I name it....
PeaPpleMon!
.... Ok la... lame name... but can't help it man, nothing to do at lunch man! Then I took off back to the pantry and got out my lunch. My colleague who passed by the pantry incidentally for a cuppa hot water, said, "Wah! Your lunch smell beri nicez man!"
Of course! My mother cook one leh! Well, normally (from what I think), packed lunches are made EARLY in the morning, where people like me are going "Yawn!" or "I wanna sleep!" or "Don't pull me away from the pillow!". My lunch is taken from dinner the day before, and I hopefully pray that Dad will be at home, because my Mum cooks better with him around!
Ok la, it's not really like that .... you see, my Dad demands a banquet everytime for dinner, when he's around! He will go like, "What? we are having scrambled eggs for dinner? Ah Fatty! It's your birthday right! Whack you ah!"
Hahah... well... just kidding... but it's true that the dinner IS better with Dad around. Anyway, bringing packed lunches is a rarity in PSA. Most of the time, my colleagues are out for lunch. But they very unlucky man! I've my ultimate meaty packed lunch! full of meat, fish, fragrant nuts, and more! They really can't take it, and they went down to Mcdonald's and got some takeaway meals!
Well, it really helped to have my favorite clerk stand next me and give a rare compliment like, "So touching! I rarely see my son taking packed lunches from me! He always say beri pai seh (loss of face) one!"
Or my fellow colleagues' occasional, "Oi.... eating leftovers again ah. HAHA! WOHO! WEE WEE!". OK lah.... this is the end of my lame but super-high-on-drugs post! Enjoy!
Without further adue, let's bring in a new topic. Packed Lunch!
Hell yeah, recently at my workplace, my colleagues are staying back more and more often during lunch breaks for meeting the project's deadline. So, four minutes before 12 noon, I slowly regained my standing posture, and proceed to the pantry's fridge, where my good old packed lunch was. Then I get it into the microwave, and zaps it for 4 minutes. Meanwhile I would bring back my fruit and slowly chew on it.
Speaking of which, the fruit was an red apple! Took one bite, and nearly cried! It's sour just like a lemon! Then I took a few more chomps off this sour fruit. And I found out that the apple's texture is like... peach! Curious at the hybrid fruit that my mother chose for me, I name it....
PeaPpleMon!
.... Ok la... lame name... but can't help it man, nothing to do at lunch man! Then I took off back to the pantry and got out my lunch. My colleague who passed by the pantry incidentally for a cuppa hot water, said, "Wah! Your lunch smell beri nicez man!"
Of course! My mother cook one leh! Well, normally (from what I think), packed lunches are made EARLY in the morning, where people like me are going "Yawn!" or "I wanna sleep!" or "Don't pull me away from the pillow!". My lunch is taken from dinner the day before, and I hopefully pray that Dad will be at home, because my Mum cooks better with him around!
Ok la, it's not really like that .... you see, my Dad demands a banquet everytime for dinner, when he's around! He will go like, "What? we are having scrambled eggs for dinner? Ah Fatty! It's your birthday right! Whack you ah!"
Hahah... well... just kidding... but it's true that the dinner IS better with Dad around. Anyway, bringing packed lunches is a rarity in PSA. Most of the time, my colleagues are out for lunch. But they very unlucky man! I've my ultimate meaty packed lunch! full of meat, fish, fragrant nuts, and more! They really can't take it, and they went down to Mcdonald's and got some takeaway meals!
Well, it really helped to have my favorite clerk stand next me and give a rare compliment like, "So touching! I rarely see my son taking packed lunches from me! He always say beri pai seh (loss of face) one!"
Or my fellow colleagues' occasional, "Oi.... eating leftovers again ah. HAHA! WOHO! WEE WEE!". OK lah.... this is the end of my lame but super-high-on-drugs post! Enjoy!
Monday, April 19, 2004
All's well, ends well?
It's been quite a while since I blogged. Well, something bad (I mean real bad) cropped over last Wednesday, so I sort of gave myself a self-automated, communication freeze. Gave myself to think over what I did, weigh out the facts, faults, keep out negative stuff like rage and such, and think deep.
Well for me, I am mostly at fault for this. I rarely get angry, but when I do, I just don't know what to do. I really don't have a liking confronting someone about his flaws, who knows, it might turn ugly, or even worse. Call me a coward or something near to that, but when I knew about someone's other blog that lets you thrash out your anger, frustrations, rage, and such on a almost unknown webpage, that has only one link, I decided to give it a try.
This gave myself a self-proclaimed nickname of Backstabbing Bastard, but for a bad reason, I felt good. It's like writing something bad on a piece of paper, except for the part where you throw it away into somewhere you don't know.
I regret that, but I'll take it as a lesson in life I could not forget. I have talked it out, made myself clear on what I did, and the thoughts that invoked it, and also the explaining my views on those happenings that triggered those thoughts. I will not know how good, or bad it will turn out, but I have tried, that's the best I can do. If the hate and frustratations still persist, it can't be helped. No human is perfect.
With this step, I shall continue treading on in my path to a life story that I write myself. Weaved together with my family, my friends, and my aquaintances.
Well for me, I am mostly at fault for this. I rarely get angry, but when I do, I just don't know what to do. I really don't have a liking confronting someone about his flaws, who knows, it might turn ugly, or even worse. Call me a coward or something near to that, but when I knew about someone's other blog that lets you thrash out your anger, frustrations, rage, and such on a almost unknown webpage, that has only one link, I decided to give it a try.
This gave myself a self-proclaimed nickname of Backstabbing Bastard, but for a bad reason, I felt good. It's like writing something bad on a piece of paper, except for the part where you throw it away into somewhere you don't know.
I regret that, but I'll take it as a lesson in life I could not forget. I have talked it out, made myself clear on what I did, and the thoughts that invoked it, and also the explaining my views on those happenings that triggered those thoughts. I will not know how good, or bad it will turn out, but I have tried, that's the best I can do. If the hate and frustratations still persist, it can't be helped. No human is perfect.
With this step, I shall continue treading on in my path to a life story that I write myself. Weaved together with my family, my friends, and my aquaintances.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
