ok... too intoxicated to say this now... but Gong Xi Fa Cai to my friends and those who visit here!!!
drowsiness is kicking in.... must... SMS..... greetings....
Saturday, January 28, 2006
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Thoughts
Suddenly I remembered about things...that I wouldn't want to remember... that I wouldn't want to say to people about...
Call me a wimp if you want, but when something unfavourable happens in my vicinity...
I never confront people to discuss about the frustrations that I have. Neither do I express my disapointments directly.
I just... run away.
I started working at McDonald's when I was Secondary 2. I was so desperate to get the job, that I often came to ask the manager of the store on whether I clinched the job.
Even with a measly pay of $3.00/hr, I was still satisfied with what I had.
But... as time passes, Expectations get higher. I got quite a few friends of mine to work there, and it was a great time. However, one of my friends who was the same age as me... got promoted really fast. That got to me, and I started wondering why my pay was so disapointing, so little. Then my friend was promoted to floor manager, with a hourly pay of $6.00. I was extremely envious of him. My morale got really low.
Then my "godfather", and my "godmother", my store manager, and assistant store manager went off in search of greener pastures.
Along came a new manager, Mr I. I can't remember how his character was, but working with him was very... taxing... it was basically a lose-lose situation for the both of us. Both of us weren't really on good terms.
On one day, when I have worked for close to three years, and was about to go into poly, I got tired of it all.
I didn't show up for work as scheduled on the next weekend. My managers kept calling me, but I refused to hear from them, and used my mother as a front to reject their calls.
In the end, they finally gave up. Ever since, it's been at least 4 years that I stopped visiting the restaurant.
One of my colleagues in camp worked in McDonald's too. Apparently he got to know about my "godfather" too. Within two years, he got to become a floor manager, with his ways of tongue-lashing at other McDonald's Crew who worked below his standard..
He bragged about his career in Mac. I followed along too.
Bragged about being a manager and all that.
I was just too conceited to say that I was just a normal crew like everyone else.
Gah.... I guess I'll write about this another day...
Wonder why I'm writing this now...
Call me a wimp if you want, but when something unfavourable happens in my vicinity...
I never confront people to discuss about the frustrations that I have. Neither do I express my disapointments directly.
I just... run away.
I started working at McDonald's when I was Secondary 2. I was so desperate to get the job, that I often came to ask the manager of the store on whether I clinched the job.
Even with a measly pay of $3.00/hr, I was still satisfied with what I had.
But... as time passes, Expectations get higher. I got quite a few friends of mine to work there, and it was a great time. However, one of my friends who was the same age as me... got promoted really fast. That got to me, and I started wondering why my pay was so disapointing, so little. Then my friend was promoted to floor manager, with a hourly pay of $6.00. I was extremely envious of him. My morale got really low.
Then my "godfather", and my "godmother", my store manager, and assistant store manager went off in search of greener pastures.
Along came a new manager, Mr I. I can't remember how his character was, but working with him was very... taxing... it was basically a lose-lose situation for the both of us. Both of us weren't really on good terms.
On one day, when I have worked for close to three years, and was about to go into poly, I got tired of it all.
I didn't show up for work as scheduled on the next weekend. My managers kept calling me, but I refused to hear from them, and used my mother as a front to reject their calls.
In the end, they finally gave up. Ever since, it's been at least 4 years that I stopped visiting the restaurant.
One of my colleagues in camp worked in McDonald's too. Apparently he got to know about my "godfather" too. Within two years, he got to become a floor manager, with his ways of tongue-lashing at other McDonald's Crew who worked below his standard..
He bragged about his career in Mac. I followed along too.
Bragged about being a manager and all that.
I was just too conceited to say that I was just a normal crew like everyone else.
Gah.... I guess I'll write about this another day...
Wonder why I'm writing this now...
Standards
To moderate a website, add content that will be provided by the client to the website, and do it once a week for two hours.
And get paid for it??!!
All the more that makes me feel that my standard of work might not meet his standards....
And all the more that makes me more stressed...
Let's just hope it works out...
hmm...
And get paid for it??!!
All the more that makes me feel that my standard of work might not meet his standards....
And all the more that makes me more stressed...
Let's just hope it works out...
hmm...
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Book in day
Boring....
Time seems to fly by so fast when you are enjoying things.
Oh well. Will be rambling on a few topics now.... sorry for the very generic yet unrelated title. Touche~
I seem to yearn for the time when I ORD, more than ever.
It wasn't the same when I first entered NS, into BMT. I thought if life was this simple, although tough, I think I can survive this phase like a dummy.
And life got really good when I got posted as a driver in my unit... Just do as you're told, do not tread into unknown territory where you'll get caught, and nobody will disturb you in this 0730-1730 job. On other hours, you are free to do what you want, and you just have to make sure you do your bunk cleaning properly when you're told to do so (and it's during office hours too.) Life seems to be easy... until now.
As my company changed from supporting a camp, to supporting at least two camps, thing became more ruffled... and it couldn't be worse now.
Last time, all my friends were saying, "Wah! So good, become driver! Can slack, just drive, and get your bloody license at the end of your term!"
WRONG.
Apparently somebody complained about this job that seemed so good to be true, that we drivers now have a tougher job.
Now we have to wake up earlier in the future; a Musturd Parade (mind the typo) is being held monthly (This parade is like a Pass-Out-Parade, or Commissioning Parade, with you in your smartest dress, shiny boots, ironed shirts), Bunk Cleaning is held during lunch, eating into your lunch hour, and superiors are conducting exercise without any regard for safety (well, they always think their exercises are nothing but strenous)
This sucks.
Then the LRI check. Finally one of the upperstudy who ORDed five months ago, came to teach us about what LRI stuff we need to do in the office. So we have, like 80% more to go before we can heave a sigh of relief?
... TELL US EARLIER MAH. Three days left before the check leh. At least if you tell us before you ORD, you can have a good rest.
But! People must be appreciative, so thanks to George the Great who came by to help. And curses to Edmund the Greatest for messing up our docs before abandoning us for his SISPEC days.
Then the soreness I got from the Physiotherapist.
Gah.... shouldn't have bragged to the physio that I last went to the gym in early december. Got too full of myself too, and went all the way.
The soreness doesn't feel like the time after I spent two hours brawling with heavyweights in the dojo.
Neither does it feel like the time after I went for conditioning with DK...
It feels like the time I did biceps curls set after set, in the YCK gym with Derek and Weiliang, where I didn't even have a clue on what to do with all those weights.
Yeap, three days, and it's still so sore.. cannot extend my legs fully, because if I do, it feels like my quads and hamstrings are being torn apart.
Overtraining on my part, and I didn't even know. Thank the gods it didn't get into some strain.
And today is my book in day... this sucks.
Time seems to fly by so fast when you are enjoying things.
Oh well. Will be rambling on a few topics now.... sorry for the very generic yet unrelated title. Touche~
I seem to yearn for the time when I ORD, more than ever.
It wasn't the same when I first entered NS, into BMT. I thought if life was this simple, although tough, I think I can survive this phase like a dummy.
And life got really good when I got posted as a driver in my unit... Just do as you're told, do not tread into unknown territory where you'll get caught, and nobody will disturb you in this 0730-1730 job. On other hours, you are free to do what you want, and you just have to make sure you do your bunk cleaning properly when you're told to do so (and it's during office hours too.) Life seems to be easy... until now.
As my company changed from supporting a camp, to supporting at least two camps, thing became more ruffled... and it couldn't be worse now.
Last time, all my friends were saying, "Wah! So good, become driver! Can slack, just drive, and get your bloody license at the end of your term!"
WRONG.
Apparently somebody complained about this job that seemed so good to be true, that we drivers now have a tougher job.
Now we have to wake up earlier in the future; a Musturd Parade (mind the typo) is being held monthly (This parade is like a Pass-Out-Parade, or Commissioning Parade, with you in your smartest dress, shiny boots, ironed shirts), Bunk Cleaning is held during lunch, eating into your lunch hour, and superiors are conducting exercise without any regard for safety (well, they always think their exercises are nothing but strenous)
This sucks.
Then the LRI check. Finally one of the upperstudy who ORDed five months ago, came to teach us about what LRI stuff we need to do in the office. So we have, like 80% more to go before we can heave a sigh of relief?
... TELL US EARLIER MAH. Three days left before the check leh. At least if you tell us before you ORD, you can have a good rest.
But! People must be appreciative, so thanks to George the Great who came by to help. And curses to Edmund the Greatest for messing up our docs before abandoning us for his SISPEC days.
Then the soreness I got from the Physiotherapist.
Gah.... shouldn't have bragged to the physio that I last went to the gym in early december. Got too full of myself too, and went all the way.
The soreness doesn't feel like the time after I spent two hours brawling with heavyweights in the dojo.
Neither does it feel like the time after I went for conditioning with DK...
It feels like the time I did biceps curls set after set, in the YCK gym with Derek and Weiliang, where I didn't even have a clue on what to do with all those weights.
Yeap, three days, and it's still so sore.. cannot extend my legs fully, because if I do, it feels like my quads and hamstrings are being torn apart.
Overtraining on my part, and I didn't even know. Thank the gods it didn't get into some strain.
And today is my book in day... this sucks.
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
I feel like I'm a jerk.
Why would I agree to help Uncle Ra, when I have no prior experience in setting up a local Php server? And I haven't even treaded through even one part of Mamboserver.
Why would I avoid signing in to MSN Messenger until now? To avoid people and questions?
Why didn't I make sure my SMS is sent? I know my friends will think of me as an ignorant person if there's no answer.
Why didn't I ask more details about the paintball event? Yet another self-assumption that they'll call me about it....
Why did I go back to camp, doing stuff that doesn't seem to have any effect on the results?
Why did I delegate my work to my colleagues when they do not really have the time to do their own? Why would I add additional stress on them?
I suppose with all this, I'm really a jerk... a loser... a self-orientated person.
Why would I avoid signing in to MSN Messenger until now? To avoid people and questions?
Why didn't I make sure my SMS is sent? I know my friends will think of me as an ignorant person if there's no answer.
Why didn't I ask more details about the paintball event? Yet another self-assumption that they'll call me about it....
Why did I go back to camp, doing stuff that doesn't seem to have any effect on the results?
Why did I delegate my work to my colleagues when they do not really have the time to do their own? Why would I add additional stress on them?
I suppose with all this, I'm really a jerk... a loser... a self-orientated person.
Wasted Holiday
Damn.... burnt almost a whole day to prepare for LRI... and I was on medical leave too!
After seeing my documents that the LRI is coming to check... I shake my head and think, "How the hell are my superiors gonna survive this minefield?"
Should have enjoyed my day today... no point wasting my time there... all I did was check at least 70 driver records for error, and all I can do is report to my MTO for further action... and that's it! wtf....
Going for MRI check this saturday to confirm if my medial menicius tore... crap man.. and because of LRI checking this monday, my weekend is burnt... how to explain that I have an appointment, without any physical proof to show my blunt superior?
After seeing my documents that the LRI is coming to check... I shake my head and think, "How the hell are my superiors gonna survive this minefield?"
Should have enjoyed my day today... no point wasting my time there... all I did was check at least 70 driver records for error, and all I can do is report to my MTO for further action... and that's it! wtf....
Going for MRI check this saturday to confirm if my medial menicius tore... crap man.. and because of LRI checking this monday, my weekend is burnt... how to explain that I have an appointment, without any physical proof to show my blunt superior?
Monday, January 09, 2006
Weakling
I feel weak.... a visit to the physio proved to be a killer. 3 hours of leg exercise, most of which, I had to take a break in between. 30 reps of leg press? it becomes 2 sets of 15 reps, and 4 plates for one leg only... kaoz....
and I haven't gone the other exercises.. yet.
leg curl? 3 plates.
knee extension? 2 plates.
doing a wide squat with 3kg medicine ball? 2 sets of 15....
crap... and I thought going to the gym and missing out the physio for 3 months would not affect me much.... argh....
and I haven't gone the other exercises.. yet.
leg curl? 3 plates.
knee extension? 2 plates.
doing a wide squat with 3kg medicine ball? 2 sets of 15....
crap... and I thought going to the gym and missing out the physio for 3 months would not affect me much.... argh....
Boring shit
Gah... my PS2.... spoilt.... my brother accidentally pulled the cable to the ps2, yanking the PS2 along with it... while most things are ok, the dvd-rom drive was not.... in short cannot play ah.... fuck...
Also it's been a long time since i ironed my clothes... that also means it's a long time since i wore formal wear, or prepared my smartest 4.... hmm... blah blah blah
Also it's been a long time since i ironed my clothes... that also means it's a long time since i wore formal wear, or prepared my smartest 4.... hmm... blah blah blah
Friday, January 06, 2006
Feel Good Day
Just went for a swim.... nothing special in all.... except for the fact I went 4 laps freestyle without stopping.... shiok....
After which was helping my mum with the peeling and cleaning of prawns, and the making of mayo tuna after washing of dinner dishes... nothing much I guess....
but it's a feel good day.... :-)
After which was helping my mum with the peeling and cleaning of prawns, and the making of mayo tuna after washing of dinner dishes... nothing much I guess....
but it's a feel good day.... :-)
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Yu Ling's Wedding
It was a blast!
First time ever I have ever been to such a grand wedding!!! nearly missed up on the manners man, must make sure, i drink no alcohol on big occasions too.... nearly went berserk again...
then again... maybe i'm just thinking too much.... hmm...
Too bad I missed out on MoS.... gah.... next time when I'm free.... when I'm Officially on Leave....
First time ever I have ever been to such a grand wedding!!! nearly missed up on the manners man, must make sure, i drink no alcohol on big occasions too.... nearly went berserk again...
then again... maybe i'm just thinking too much.... hmm...
Too bad I missed out on MoS.... gah.... next time when I'm free.... when I'm Officially on Leave....
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Clothes.... ARgh!
Can't find any clothes to wear for Yu Ling's wedding dinner.... I guess I'll end with people saying deja vu over yeah... haha...
Time to go....
Time to go....
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Belated Thanksgiving
I just realised... my life is turning into some factory assembly point of sorts... I'm really taking things for granted too.
When at home, I wake up, eat bread that's baked by my father, spread with mayo tuna that's made by my parents...
Then I'll wash the dishes and slack off at the computer, occasionally glancing to see my mother handwashing the clothes, dunking the others into the washing machine, getting excess water from the washing machine to the bathroom, and hanging out the clothes. Then she'll read a novel or two, before going for work... but after she whipped up a afternoon dish of noodles or kuay teow...
After which, my siblings and I will sweep (rarely, and my mum...), and on certain days, I'll mop the floor.
After coming back from work, Mum will read another chinese novel, before getting ready to cook a five dish dinner... and the day ends like that...
I just got a flu, along with a high fever, and it got me imagining things...
If my parents weren't there for me, what will happen?
It's been at least a year, and parents are still as fit as a fiddle. The last time she cut her finger during cooking, my sister and I had a hard time adapting...
I seem to be taking things for granted.... I can't help but start appreciating my parents, especially my mum, who brought me up to who I am now...
I just seem like an unfilial child until now huh?
People start thinking about returning deeds when the time is right... but I guess I have to think otherwise... my dad's already 55, and my mom's 50 already.... seems like it's time for my sis and I to take over as the supporting pillars in the family....
When at home, I wake up, eat bread that's baked by my father, spread with mayo tuna that's made by my parents...
Then I'll wash the dishes and slack off at the computer, occasionally glancing to see my mother handwashing the clothes, dunking the others into the washing machine, getting excess water from the washing machine to the bathroom, and hanging out the clothes. Then she'll read a novel or two, before going for work... but after she whipped up a afternoon dish of noodles or kuay teow...
After which, my siblings and I will sweep (rarely, and my mum...), and on certain days, I'll mop the floor.
After coming back from work, Mum will read another chinese novel, before getting ready to cook a five dish dinner... and the day ends like that...
I just got a flu, along with a high fever, and it got me imagining things...
If my parents weren't there for me, what will happen?
It's been at least a year, and parents are still as fit as a fiddle. The last time she cut her finger during cooking, my sister and I had a hard time adapting...
I seem to be taking things for granted.... I can't help but start appreciating my parents, especially my mum, who brought me up to who I am now...
I just seem like an unfilial child until now huh?
People start thinking about returning deeds when the time is right... but I guess I have to think otherwise... my dad's already 55, and my mom's 50 already.... seems like it's time for my sis and I to take over as the supporting pillars in the family....
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