-RANT AHEAD-
I was just briefly looking thru my previous entries under THE AHMI LIFE, and i realised that how much happier i am today than i was 10-12 months ago. I won't say i've been through hell lots of shit, but i am certain i had my fair share of it. Since the 1st day of conscription, i keep thinking how i am going to be able to adapt to all the regimented nonsense that is to be become of me. And now, day after day, week after week, one paycheque after another, its all growing numb, and being happy isn't all the important anymore.
As we consciously segment our lives with different phases and stages, it shows how we're all very short sighted about our lives in general. And i hate that feeling that my life needs to be split into years, it all seems so short. When i hear of my superiors saying how short life is, and how much life they had wasted (sadly) in the service, in terms of minutes and seconds, his one day and mine are exactly the same.
Now, i start to worry, if i am going to waste another good 1-2 years of my life floating around aimlessly doing nothing productive, or not as productive as another path in which i would have taken, well.... nothing we can do about it. It hurts even more to realise how i'm still complaining about my ahmi life when so many others are out there suffering from natural disaster or having their families taken away by diseases or accidents.
My life is good, and i have to start to be thankful about it. Less the toothaches of course =(
-END RANT. -
Still, the thought of walking into school and doing funny crazy things is just exhilarating. 6 more months to go.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
330 : Toothfairy
The doc said i am gonna be in for some pain this season. And suddenly i just feel like watching this movie :
Heh, if this is true, then i hope it will offset the cost of surgery and painkillers i need to take. Upon futher reading, i only realise only baby teeth can be exchanged for money. And the guy who came up with the mythical tooth fairy was probably very clever or was a kinder-garden teacher who found the co-relation between losing baby teeth and teaching little kids about economics. So in other words, if the fairy's even real, i won't get a single friggin cent.
However, i am willing to sell my extracted tooth for a quick buck or a bottle of booze, or something equivalent. To potential buyers, please, limited supply only, but i got lots coming back. Here's a picture of your first pair.
To quote my understudy who's standing in for me today, "No pain no gain."
Monday, January 25, 2010
329 : Shoes
Clockwise from top right, Lloyd's (2007), Adidas (2007), Crocs(2010), and Puma (2009).
Insanity percentage proportionate to amount shoe blush.
I'm gonna be so well equipped for this coming CNY celebrations. One shoe for each occasion. Weddings, beach party, shopping, water sports, buying lunch from a nearby kopitiam. Oh yes, grandma's gonna be so pleased = fatter ang pao = more shoes.
328 : 45th
You know what they say, random :
The BMX has gone mad, and he's lashing out at any passer-bys without proper bearings and people who do not respond to his phone calls. He's calling emergency paratroopers and we're the ones eating the bullets for them. My sleep deprived friend is currently a proxy for the company meat bag, with the queen calming everyone down and telling us to take the chill pill. I say coup d'etat and bring the show down.
And luckily, i'm just saying. New week, no surprises, new threats, one man to appease, and its the SSDD again. Thankfully i've got lots of medical distractions coming up. Its about time i let go.
Interestingly i'm a communist on crack.
The BMX has gone mad, and he's lashing out at any passer-bys without proper bearings and people who do not respond to his phone calls. He's calling emergency paratroopers and we're the ones eating the bullets for them. My sleep deprived friend is currently a proxy for the company meat bag, with the queen calming everyone down and telling us to take the chill pill. I say coup d'etat and bring the show down.
And luckily, i'm just saying. New week, no surprises, new threats, one man to appease, and its the SSDD again. Thankfully i've got lots of medical distractions coming up. Its about time i let go.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
327 : Enough
A recent stunt by the shire's boss, henceforth known as BMX had left me baffled. To cut a tremendously long story short, he had decided to convert his "Mediterranean" hair style, otherwise known as 地中海, to a more jialat appearance known to some as HAGE (har-ghey), bald. Yes, he paid 5 bucks to shave off what little hair he had left on his sides, and now we all have come to acknowledge him in his transcended stage.
As to why we shirefolks named him BMX, that is a whole new story altogether.
With his lack of hair, he had apparently lost his common sense too. There had been 1 too many incidents to prove that point. But, to prevent the deepest darkest shire secrets from leaking into the mortal world, i've decided to speak in analogies.
Imagine yourself going on a trip, say to germany for 3 weeks holiday during summer, and luckily we in sunny island sg are summer clothing friendly. But the thing is you're only flying over in 4 months time. All of a sudden, amidst your exams, which is your busiest period, your parents come running to you with a luggage, and demands you pack 3 weeks worth of clothes into the luggage. Reason because "YOU'LL HAVE TO START PREPARING." Then again, won't you need the clothes to wear for the next 4 months before you fly off ? The counter argument, or should i say solution your parents provided was that you can always treat the luggage as your wardrobe for quite some time, and 3 weeks worth of clothes is a lot to pack, and they worry you won't have time.
INSANITY, CHECK. PARANOIA, CHECK.
Imagine yourself kidnapped by armed robbers demanding a ransom of say 1 million bucks. You have in your pocket 200 dollars, and your mobile phone. The police know where you are, your family is informed, your work colleagues are as blur as sotong as to what had happened to you as you have failed to answer the phone. Your phone rings and rings non stop while the police outside the robber's safehouse are trying to strike a deal with your kidnappers, a safe passage out, and 1 million bucks. The guard watching over you got annoyed and picks up the phone in the pocket for you as your hands are tied.
Your boss was on the other line looking for you, asking why you didn't report for work for the last 2 days. The guard of course immediately informs the one on the line of your dire situation, and the big amount of ransom on your head. Your boss without a second thought inquired the guard of much is there in your wallet. The guard, being naive and thinking "hey it wouldn't hurt if we did that" checked, and reported 200 bucks to your boss.
With this information, your boss suggested to the guard to grab your 200 bucks first and let you off for an hour or so, considering that you will live another good 40 years or so, taking 1 million bucks divide by the number of hours you will live before dying of natural causes, and there you have it, a few hours off the kidnappers' hands, and a few hours inside your boss's office solving shit before releasing you back to your kidnappers. Reason being ? The show must still run with or without you, captured or not.
PROFESSIONALISM, CHECK. CARE FOR CHEAP AND HARDWORKING SHIREFOLK, MISSING.
And friends, thats just the tip of the iceberg.
During office hours, my slumber chamber was unlocked, and in slipped a fellow colleague to catch some winks. He noticed a nicely pulled bed, a clear pillow and bed side table in the corner of the room. There were someone elses' shoes beneath the bed, hinting that the bed is currently owned. Compared to the rest of the occupied beds which was made blatantly obvious with ruffled bedsheets, unkempt shoes laying about, and worst off, weeks old mouldy laundry piled up in a corner, one tend to choose a nicer bed to lie on, if only a little while. Needless to say, that nicer bed with a nice pot-pourri of spring flowers stationed on a side desk belongs to me. The worst happened, this colleague drooled on my pillow, kicked down my towel which hunged at the edge of the bed, and to top it off, he slept with boots on. Even if he needs to use my bed, he could have asked but didn't. He didn't even try to arrange back nicely after sleeping. HE FREAKING SOILED MY BED SHEET. I have to do a tiny investigation to find out who this fker is, but out of respect of our working relationship i let the matter rest. Imagine the shock i had when i came back to change out to out-of-office wear, only to see my towel on the floor, bottom part of bed sheet with mud, pillow flipped the other side, and to add off, a not so desired sweat stench on my bed.
6 more pay checks.... 6 more.
As to why we shirefolks named him BMX, that is a whole new story altogether.
With his lack of hair, he had apparently lost his common sense too. There had been 1 too many incidents to prove that point. But, to prevent the deepest darkest shire secrets from leaking into the mortal world, i've decided to speak in analogies.
Imagine yourself going on a trip, say to germany for 3 weeks holiday during summer, and luckily we in sunny island sg are summer clothing friendly. But the thing is you're only flying over in 4 months time. All of a sudden, amidst your exams, which is your busiest period, your parents come running to you with a luggage, and demands you pack 3 weeks worth of clothes into the luggage. Reason because "YOU'LL HAVE TO START PREPARING." Then again, won't you need the clothes to wear for the next 4 months before you fly off ? The counter argument, or should i say solution your parents provided was that you can always treat the luggage as your wardrobe for quite some time, and 3 weeks worth of clothes is a lot to pack, and they worry you won't have time.
INSANITY, CHECK. PARANOIA, CHECK.
Imagine yourself kidnapped by armed robbers demanding a ransom of say 1 million bucks. You have in your pocket 200 dollars, and your mobile phone. The police know where you are, your family is informed, your work colleagues are as blur as sotong as to what had happened to you as you have failed to answer the phone. Your phone rings and rings non stop while the police outside the robber's safehouse are trying to strike a deal with your kidnappers, a safe passage out, and 1 million bucks. The guard watching over you got annoyed and picks up the phone in the pocket for you as your hands are tied.
Your boss was on the other line looking for you, asking why you didn't report for work for the last 2 days. The guard of course immediately informs the one on the line of your dire situation, and the big amount of ransom on your head. Your boss without a second thought inquired the guard of much is there in your wallet. The guard, being naive and thinking "hey it wouldn't hurt if we did that" checked, and reported 200 bucks to your boss.
With this information, your boss suggested to the guard to grab your 200 bucks first and let you off for an hour or so, considering that you will live another good 40 years or so, taking 1 million bucks divide by the number of hours you will live before dying of natural causes, and there you have it, a few hours off the kidnappers' hands, and a few hours inside your boss's office solving shit before releasing you back to your kidnappers. Reason being ? The show must still run with or without you, captured or not.
PROFESSIONALISM, CHECK. CARE FOR CHEAP AND HARDWORKING SHIREFOLK, MISSING.
And friends, thats just the tip of the iceberg.
During office hours, my slumber chamber was unlocked, and in slipped a fellow colleague to catch some winks. He noticed a nicely pulled bed, a clear pillow and bed side table in the corner of the room. There were someone elses' shoes beneath the bed, hinting that the bed is currently owned. Compared to the rest of the occupied beds which was made blatantly obvious with ruffled bedsheets, unkempt shoes laying about, and worst off, weeks old mouldy laundry piled up in a corner, one tend to choose a nicer bed to lie on, if only a little while. Needless to say, that nicer bed with a nice pot-pourri of spring flowers stationed on a side desk belongs to me. The worst happened, this colleague drooled on my pillow, kicked down my towel which hunged at the edge of the bed, and to top it off, he slept with boots on. Even if he needs to use my bed, he could have asked but didn't. He didn't even try to arrange back nicely after sleeping. HE FREAKING SOILED MY BED SHEET. I have to do a tiny investigation to find out who this fker is, but out of respect of our working relationship i let the matter rest. Imagine the shock i had when i came back to change out to out-of-office wear, only to see my towel on the floor, bottom part of bed sheet with mud, pillow flipped the other side, and to add off, a not so desired sweat stench on my bed.
6 more pay checks.... 6 more.
Monday, January 18, 2010
326 : Choices
Seeing today's papers, and all the advertisements from polys, jcs, and even art colleges touting their various courses blah blah blah, one tend to be confused in the correct choice to make at this crossroad of their life. Looking back, i can't remember how i even picked archi as my course of choice as i had not started journalling/blogging to mark down the important events that happened. I think it had something to do with JJC booting me to arts stream and i turned to poly for salvation, and by some twist of fate i landed in an arts course. Ah the irony.
My younger cousin from m'sia had the lucky opportunity to consult me for advice on "what's next", after she had finished her SPM or our 'o' level equivalent . She had a mild interest in design, in which she had expressed to her parents before she got her results. That immediately raised the red flag on her mom's mind and almost instantly gave my mom a call. To not my surprised, i was asked to give the young lady a brief on what's design and the prospects and how studying it is gonna be like... and to her slight surprised, she realised it was a tad similar to what she had been doing when she had to submit her art project a year back, "Working thru the night".
In the end, i manage to talk her into following her parent's decisions and be a good girl. She should just follow in her dad's footsteps and become a great lawyer. Leave the not so "worthy" and "no prospect" stuff like being a designer to not so zai people like us.
My younger cousin from m'sia had the lucky opportunity to consult me for advice on "what's next", after she had finished her SPM or our 'o' level equivalent . She had a mild interest in design, in which she had expressed to her parents before she got her results. That immediately raised the red flag on her mom's mind and almost instantly gave my mom a call. To not my surprised, i was asked to give the young lady a brief on what's design and the prospects and how studying it is gonna be like... and to her slight surprised, she realised it was a tad similar to what she had been doing when she had to submit her art project a year back, "Working thru the night".
In the end, i manage to talk her into following her parent's decisions and be a good girl. She should just follow in her dad's footsteps and become a great lawyer. Leave the not so "worthy" and "no prospect" stuff like being a designer to not so zai people like us.
Sunday, January 03, 2010
325 : Intel
Nothing like jump starting the year with a post on a not so chilly sunday night. November December was a pretty much slacking off period for myself, didn't do too much sketching either... I'm heading back to my 2nd home in about a few more minutes time, i can't wait to see the smiles on all those good hardworking people i came to be familiar with the past 1 year in my workplace. Hmm, instead of calling it 'kamp' or '2nd home', lets just call that place the shire from here on out. Why that name ? First thing that came into my mind was that, the place is filled with small, happy, some grumpy and insignificant people. Yeah, that includes me.
Had a blast of a time these 3 days of extended holidays at home/outside/virtualand. Did so many things. At times, we instinctively look for ways of fulfilment, ways to keep ourselves busies. You know its time, when all of a sudden out pops the word "sian" or "tsuman"... And we would normally do something about it. I find it sad that there are some people who simply sleep their days away because they can't find themselves something to do. We're already sleeping 1/3 of our lives away, and by the time we're 60, 20 years spent in dreamland. Oh deary.
In this coming year, despite all the big hoo haa of climate change, financial meltdowns and political upheavals going about in other parts of the world, i seem to smell a hint of what's left of humanity left in us. At least i'm being a little more of an optimist than i really am. Hmm seems that i am a bit brainwashed after some korean secret agent drama, they tend to be really optimistic about life too, since they have all the intelligence in their office and they most probably feel that they are in control of shit...
Looking at my new year resolution of last year.... Holy crap ! Korean agents took away an aerial photo of the shire that i posted last year (post 272). What's the coincidence. Haha, seems like the ahmi have prying eyes more powderful than all of us can imagine... there was one part in the drama in which the head of security ordered some zai IT lady to filter through the to look for "unofficial info" and rumors regarding some assassination blah blah blah. Seems like publicly available photos are not safe after all. I wondered if the ahmihired forced some sarges no wait, pvts ok fine the FNG (google this) to do all these prying work, or maybe some zai spiders and bots that disappeared under my radar.
Removed the link from that post to prevent men inwhite black showing up in my doorstep.
Ah yes, new year resolution. Last year's theme was "being happy" Sure enough, none of that happened, but i did consciously work hard for that to happen, and it didn't. Its tsurai to remain happy in the ahmi because, haha we all know the reason why.
So for this year, to remain realistic and sane, i will not come out with a huge list of things that needs to be done or things to achieve and being detailed about all this, because fact remains life is unpredictable. But there is always a nice forecast of things to come :
2010 Outlook (AGE 22)
JAN-JUNE : The last leg of my 1year10months stint in the shire.
JULY : Wisdom tooth etc leave etc you name it.
AUGUST-DEC : NUS here i come. Hmm when's the school break again ?
A lot of people, ok wrong, children look forward to growing taller, older, doing more things. I think i now realise, what sets adults and children apart. Its all about mentality and perspective of life. =)
Had a blast of a time these 3 days of extended holidays at home/outside/virtualand. Did so many things. At times, we instinctively look for ways of fulfilment, ways to keep ourselves busies. You know its time, when all of a sudden out pops the word "sian" or "tsuman"... And we would normally do something about it. I find it sad that there are some people who simply sleep their days away because they can't find themselves something to do. We're already sleeping 1/3 of our lives away, and by the time we're 60, 20 years spent in dreamland. Oh deary.
In this coming year, despite all the big hoo haa of climate change, financial meltdowns and political upheavals going about in other parts of the world, i seem to smell a hint of what's left of humanity left in us. At least i'm being a little more of an optimist than i really am. Hmm seems that i am a bit brainwashed after some korean secret agent drama, they tend to be really optimistic about life too, since they have all the intelligence in their office and they most probably feel that they are in control of shit...
Looking at my new year resolution of last year.... Holy crap ! Korean agents took away an aerial photo of the shire that i posted last year (post 272). What's the coincidence. Haha, seems like the ahmi have prying eyes more powderful than all of us can imagine... there was one part in the drama in which the head of security ordered some zai IT lady to filter through the to look for "unofficial info" and rumors regarding some assassination blah blah blah. Seems like publicly available photos are not safe after all. I wondered if the ahmi
Removed the link from that post to prevent men in
Ah yes, new year resolution. Last year's theme was "being happy" Sure enough, none of that happened, but i did consciously work hard for that to happen, and it didn't. Its tsurai to remain happy in the ahmi because, haha we all know the reason why.
So for this year, to remain realistic and sane, i will not come out with a huge list of things that needs to be done or things to achieve and being detailed about all this, because fact remains life is unpredictable. But there is always a nice forecast of things to come :
2010 Outlook (AGE 22)
JAN-JUNE : The last leg of my 1year10months stint in the shire.
JULY : Wisdom tooth etc leave etc you name it.
AUGUST-DEC : NUS here i come. Hmm when's the school break again ?
A lot of people, ok wrong, children look forward to growing taller, older, doing more things. I think i now realise, what sets adults and children apart. Its all about mentality and perspective of life. =)
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