hurt

Actually today, I wanted to blog about my really fun day, but now, I'm so incensed with anger with a particular someone (said with a spit) that I just want to say this:

JOANNE TAN YING YING IS THE MOST DECEITFUL, UNFORIVING, DESPICABLE, HATEFUL, CONNIVING, FUCKED UP PERSON I'VE EVER KNOWN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. ROT IN HELL, YOU BITCH. I HOPE YOU DROP DEAD ONE DAY.

And if you're reading this, you fucking rat, please know that if you continue in this manner, even hell won't accept your entry when you die. Have a nice day, you scheming, thankless, Machiavellian bitch.

chinese new year...still

[that's what I played today]







Yeah, I had only myself to thank for losing at mahjong 3 times in a row. With no end in sight, I despaired. Thankfully we only played 3 games (yes, only) so I lost a grand total of 5 bucks. Wtf? And my aunt was kind enough to give me an extra 3 bucks for trying so hard NOT to lose. I really need more practice. I couldn't even flip the cards/cubes/tiles properly. Like you know, take one entire row of them and flip them? Yeah. One instance I even chucked the entire row onto the table, exposing my hand. Talk about bad luck.

Went to watch I Not Stupid 2 after that. There's something I still don't understand: how come so many people are against that show? I mean, come on, give Jack Neo some long-deserved credit. He's one of the more successful directors ever to jump onto the filming bandwagon. What's more, he's a local! I know the storyline of his movies may not appeal to some, childish maybe, but he really delves deep into the human psyche and brings to light some of the issues that we face today, or those that we shy away from. I love watching Neo's movies because in the midst of Hollywood films, stereotyped Japanese geishas, gay cowboys etc, comes an honest, gripping, and very real portrayal of Singapore life. He's real maestro in infusing the fallacies of the Sg Govt. together with the effect it has on it's citizens. Combining it with his trademark humour and fun-poking at the garmen's expense, he has created a real work of art. Well done, Jack.

Came home and went online, talked to Sherylene for a while. Met her rather cute looking friend online, Steph (Stephanie?) and talked to her. Haha. Can't imagine me taking an interest in a Sec 2 gal can you? Nah, nothing wrong in that. Haha, come on, I was interested in her after all. Nothing doing, I can assure you.

And Gilbert, please stop chewing me out. You know there'll be nothing left if you continue knawing.

happy cny to all

That's the new car my dad bought. A Ferrari F50, fastest road vehicle ever made.
that's my dog

newly acquired toy to play with. it's black, solid, and wireless. it's my new handphone.
pretty so-so picture quality there. just got my Motorola E398. Some say new, some say old, some say in the trash 3 years ago. But i think it's great. I mean, just look at it. It's super-solid. Absolutely nothing rolling about inside if you shake it about. It's got stereo speakers, Bluetooth, MP3 player, camera with flash, almost everything you could want in a phone. And at a real steal too, got it at only $180, complete with charger, handsfree and screen protector. Are you kidding me?

So how's all pickings this year? Rich? HCNY to all. Didn't really do much this year. Went to my uncle's place this year. ONLY. But not bad, the money's good. I think lots of people would have gotten more than me. Damn. But it's ok, least I didn't visit the OTHER side.

Not working these few days, which means i'm going to lose a grand total of $105. It's a helluva sum, especially since if you have my spending tendencies, not to mention my saving habit (where?). The bookshop had to go and lose an entire file I was supposed to print for this guy, so now everyday I have this irate Chinaman storming into my printing room demanding to know what in the name of Mao Zedong happened to his "wenr jianr jiar". I really hate it. One of these days I'm gonna shove his head down the shredder. It's not even my fault. Ok fine, I know it's my responsibility and all, but come on, I wasn't even there on the day they lost it! It's an entire file, for Qing Shihuang's sake!

I need more money. I need a new Transflash card for my phone, a new batt, a pair of shades, a new graphics card, a new bag and a new home (ok I put the last one in for a laugh). The first one is all the more impt, since the Motorola only came with a measly 64mb TF card. You couldn't say 'peanuts' even if you wanted to. I mean, 12 songs? With my photos too? Wtf? I might as well buy a floppy disk. It's bigger than that card even.

Pittance.

only me

man haven't been blogging for so many days. Let's see where I should start. Oh yes, my quitting Mos burger.

Guess I haven't told anyone. Yeah, I've quit. Helluva job, but I'm not quite keen on it no more. Maybe the timing and everything has been getting to me. The last night on the job, I was so frustrated, tears just welled up in my eyes while I was cleaning and finishing all the rounds. I was so frustrated that I actually raised my voice at the manager-attached who was ordering me to do this and that. I was so frustrated I can tell you. I had to turn away from people lest they see me with red eyes and such. So there. No phone. No mos. But I still have to chase them for my pay I guess. I don't work charity here.

Still working at the bookshop, Gilbert paid a visit today. You know, usual slapping and bitch-calling and sorts. Ass didn't want to go back to class. Ponned two hours of work to go out with Amy today. She almost blew my wallet open with her spending. Took some neoprints, treated her lunch. She had to bring her dog to the vet for treatment, so couldn't stay long. Wished it had been longer though =P. Nice. Miss her.

Now wondering what am I to do for my NCC stuff. Have to ask people to fill in a questionnaire, and write a report, and write a testimonial. God. How am I to have time to rest. You know, being a CLT has its good points, but sometimes it really gets hard.

I'll live by the motto: When the going gets tough, the tough get going.

German class resumed, as per normal.

Guten Tag

just started work at cat high bookshop. I'm getting paid $5 an hour. Can you believe that? It's an even sweeter deal than what I make at Mos now. In fact, maybe even considering quitting Mos and working full-time at school there. Just heard from auntie that in Mos there's a lot of politicking going on. I'm part of it too - on the receiving end, that is. Heard from her that the manager is the sort that, I'm-not-happy-with-you-out-you-go-on-the-wrong-end-of-my-boot kind of guy. Apparently the crew leader had told the manager about me doing things too slowly. You remember the gal I talked about previously? Yeah she's the one. The world's all topsy turvy. Handsome guys are gays and cute gals are well, not so cute.

Went for my German class at Goethe-Institut today. In my whole class, luckily I'm not the youngest. There's an Indian girl, Sec 3. Thank goodness. Didn't get to talk to another gal there. Tanned and good looking. But nevermind. May turn out to be another horror. In spite of all this, my teacher was a real looker though. Ok everyone shut up. I know I have a history of teachers (thanks Bert, Jerold, Patrick) for pulling that completely screwball but hilarious stunt in Sec 2. Yeah telling me to go clean the board while you 3 asses put up that sign like a Nike advert. Don't ask me what it said. Too embarassing. Hey but yeah man, my teacher is totally Teutonic. Blonde, tall, really all WOMAN. Typical Deutsch. The moment she stepped in I went like "Whoa, ho!" although I wished I could have said it out loud.

I'm wasted on this world.

You're right there, and I'm here waiting...

With a flick of my wrist, I open the flaps, and step out.

It is 3 o' clock in the morning, nary a movement to be seen anywhere.

I stand there, waiting, watching, listening.

All around me, spread out to the farthest reaches of my eye, lie a farmland dotted with small, unremarkable little square huts: tents.

The sky, a carpet of black velvet stretching out to eternity, lies before me, sprinkled with millions of sparkling jewels. It is as though they are winking to me.

Dozens of insects, hundreds, chitter excitedly in the grasses before me, unseen.

At that instant, like a sheet of satin on soft skin, a cool breeze rolls past me into the night.

As I stand there, savouring the wind's feathery touch, the breeze touches the tips of the tree leaves, making them rustle ever so softly, so quietly.

I inhale, filling to the depths of my lungs the fresh, unpolluted air of the early morning.

A deep, calm solitude takes me into its arms, enveloping me into its bosom.

I savour every minute of this,

Because I know that this will not last long.

This might be the last time I ever see the sky.

This might even be the last time I ever see my family.

My friends.

My relatives.

My comrades.

My brothers in arms.

Today may be the last day I am alive.

For today marks a turning point in the battle, even the war.

Today will be the day that will change the course of the war, perhaps even history.

It will be a day like no other.

For today will see the single, most concentrated effort to push the aggressors back to their homeland.

It will be a day that will see the ultimate sacrifice paid by some. For others, it will be postponed to the next day. Or the next day. Or next week.

Nevertheless, it will come.

We are not in Belgium or Holland, in Africa or the Pacific.

We are not even in the United States.

We are in Uppottery, England.

Target: Normandy, France.

Today is D-Day.

Just a little something I spend almost 45 mins to write. Being a World War II nut really does help you write some good lines =p. For your info, Uppottery is the place where the 101st Airborne was marshalled at. It is 10 miles from the English coast, beyond which lies the English Channel and of course, the French coastline of Normandy. I don't know why I'm writing this, but I think it could be improved. Any comments welcomed

Just another working day

I smell like a fry.

A french fry, to be exact.

Every part of me.

Literally, from head to toe.

Oil stains my clothes from top to bottom.

And I almost slipped n fell in the kitchen of Mos.

Yes, thanks to me.

I was helping this guy unscrew the hose of the oil-extractor. For your info, that little widget is basically a huge steel tub with a pump attached to it. Attached to the pump is a meter-long hose, which is shaped like one of those you see at the petrol station pumps. At the end of every work day, you're supposed to filter the oil using some highly specialized technique, top secret only to those in the business. I was helping unscrew the hose for washing, completely forgetting that there was residual oil left in the hose, and that you had to upend the two ends of the hose to prevent it from spilling out. I forgot.

The next thing I knew, I had turned the washing area into an ice skating rink. Only thing was, there were no skates, only shoes.

I think the guy whom I was learning from was cursing under his breath. I didn't hear him clearly, but could possibly be something along the lines of "this goddamn rookie, I'll........". To which I can only reply hey man it's only the second day of work for me. Tomorrow - or today, rather - will be my third. By the way, today I took more notice of the only girl in the store. Pretty enough, though I won't get more interested in her than what I am now. For one thing, she's the squeaky kind who goes all bimbotic on, guess who, the manager. But she does her job well too. Efficient worker.

Made friends with the auntie who does closing with me. Almost told me her entire life story in the grand space of ten minutes. We were chatting in the lobby, waiting for the manager and another guy to finish up. Then she was telling me all sorts of things. The really interesting one was, there was apparently a fight yesterday, 13th Jan, outside the store. This beng was walking his bimboesque girl when somehow somehow they got into a fight with 2 more gals. He was cheating on the gal he was walking, it seemed. So in the end it came to blows, with the gals getting in their fare share of uppercuts and hooks. Scolded the guy something like "pian char bo", or "girl-bluffer", however you want to translate it. The boxers took their leave when 5 patrol cars popped by to say hello. Bundled them all into the cars. MAN I should have been there to see it. Pity the guy to get hit by a girl. Moron.

Amy went to Chinatown today to get her clothes. Dammit. I'm so envious can. I don't think I'll be getting any new clothes this year. Maybe my uniform counts? Asked her to get me some Victoria's Secret stuff but I'm not sure if they have my size. Thanks anyway =D

I really need to get more jobs, or I'll be living on hopes and dreams. I don't think my paycheck will even reach eighty. I'll be lucky to get seventy I tell you.

Orientation

Cat High orientation today, and all the CLTs went back. Great to be back after so long. The school has changed slightly, like the dug-up field and tennis court. God knows why the tennis court has such midget walls. Does that genius of a principal realise that balls - especially tennis balls - bounce? Oh I'm sorry, he doesn't have balls, so he doesn't understand. So sorry.

First time as an officer was tough. Kept thinking I was an NCO, walking here and there. The only bad thing about being an officer is that you HAVE to sit back and shake leg, which I don't fancy. I think I was probably the most active officer there, talking and talking and talking. Some of the cadets have much to learn in terms of people skills. They need to to be more open and receptive. Never mind, we'll teach them. All in good time. I still have to get used to people calling me Sir. Usually it's 'senior' or 'Staff', now it's 'Sir'. Just got presidential status if you didn't realise.

Came home and ate. Amy scared the shit out of me by calling right when my mum was beside me. Had to run upstairs and talk, forsaking my precious soup. Never mind. Like talking to her. She's great =D.

Now feeling feverish. Just took two panadol, feel like sleeping soon. Tomorrow's back to Mos to work, starting at 2300. God what a timing. It's the graveyard shift.

I usually feel like a corpse after that.

Just another rainy wednesday afternoon..and the day before..and the day before

Sigh. It's been raining for the past 3 days and still the weather shows no signs of letting up. Weatherman's saying it was going to carry on for another 3 days, and those 3 days just ended yesterday. Pssh. My shoes are not drying, my uniform isn't drying, my socks are not drying..what the fuck.

Electone teacher, she just called. Told me lessons were starting on Friday, 3rd Feb. Same day every week after that. Finally, some signs of life are stirring in my schedule. Supposed to give tuition, but Ali says not yet...another letdown. Mos is paying peanuts, I'm sick of all my games, no new books to read, and the weather's a bitch (just like someone). I'm so morose now..I'm like trying to scream at Bert on MSN but that asshole is giving me inane answers, just like I'm yelling retarded things at him, ie. why am I yelling at him. If you want a yelling bag, ask for Bert. He'll be happy to oblige. Trust me, I know.

Who has a good book to recommend me?

My First Day

of work, yes. Before I relate my day i have to warn you that I'm writing this at 0300 and my eyes can't open. My deepest apologies if I have forgetten to dot my i's and cross my t's.

Had an extremely hilarious night of watching Wallace and Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit. If there is a more satirical and humorous movie, I haven't seen it yet. The show made spoofs of other movies, most notably scenes from Jurassic Park: The Lost World and yes, King Kong. You know, the whole I'm wrapped-around-the-roof-of-the-Empire-State-Building thing? I got an absolute kick out of Victor Quatermaine, voiced by Ralph Fiennes of Red Dragon fame. The typical hero-who-wants-to-save-the-girl-but-bumbles-it-instead is portrayed here as him being a gruff, gun-toting safari type (wearing a toupee, i might add) and attempting vainly to get Lady Campanula Tottington's (voiced by Helena Bonham-Carter) hand in marriage. Naturally, he fails. Although he steals some of the limelight from the main characters at times, it is really Gromit, the lovely, droopy-eared dog that should take the credit for bringing this utterly delightful film to life. He doesn't talk, doesn't make a sound and doesn't disappoint. His eyebrows, ears, body language say it all. A companion, not so much of a sidekick to Wallace, he is an absolute love.

The film is typically British in every way, from the language to the characters' personalities to the plot. Mind you, this isn't some slapstick comedy or humour show. The jokes told here do take some brainwork to work out their meaning, which is probably why when you really understand the joke, you'll laugh. Long and loud, I guarantee it. Nick Park, the film's creator, has done a smashing job of slipping in some subtle jokes in the film (I believe Lady Tottington's outrageous dressing does conjure images of a prominent member of the English Royal Family). Oh yes, Hutch the Rabbit's most famous line: Cheeeeese, Gromit! (say that in a very strong English accent).

One Zinger meal and a train ride later, I was standing in front of MOS Ang Mo Kio. Heart pounding (literally), I pushed open the door and walked in. To my relief, the night manager was there already. Thinking that I just needed to inform him about my stay for the next 4 hours, I asked him how I should start. Much to my chagrin, I had to wait while he called his boss, confirmed that I was coming, and then let me through. Don't much like him, to tell the truth. I got my uniform, which by the way is two sizes too big (and I thought I was). Consisted of a XXXL (not kidding) prison style shirt - alternating horizontal black and white stripes - beige trousers long enough to be telephone poles, a good fitting blue apron and a do-rag. Yes. I particularly like the last one. You wear it by folding it into a right-angled triangle and by drawing the longest leg of it over your fringe, then tying the two loose ends together behind your head, tucking in the corners. Pretty cool.

After that, things started to happen. Very, very fast. One of the things I have learnt at a fastfood restaurant: don't stand around. Firstly, people are constantly running aroud, grabbing a patty out of the fryer, a lettuce out of a stainless steel container or squeezing mayonnaise from a bottle. Second reason is more simple: you'll look like a fool. People are running around taking orders. Look busy, even if it means simply grabbing a cloth and wiping an imaginary speck of dust. These guys don't like idlers. If you get shouted at, take it in good stride. These people have learnt the tricks of the trade the hard way, e.g. oversqueezing the mayo, burning their fingers on the cooker or simply fucking up the entire burger, of which I haven't yet have the privilege of doing. This guy Marvin was there, and we started chatting. He was the one who showed me all the ropes of the place, just like a fast food kitchen. Don't do this, don't burn that, don't overdo the mayo, put the lettuce just so, etc. I thanked God I had met him, otherwise I would really have been at a complete loss. You don't have formal training in a job that pays $3.50 an hour, just learn as time goes by. Anyway, this fellow Marvin (he's a street-wise individual, an euphemism for another term) has been only working there for about 6 days. This old woman was working there too. Word has it she's been there for nearly 3 years, not sure. But looking at how she treated the two rookies, I can almost believe it. I got chewed out on my burger prep skills and my cleaning. "Everything that has been used you have to clean!", she nearly screamed. Now you know why I didn't call her a lady.

Before I knew it, 2 1/2 hours had passed and it was time for cleaning, aka sai kang. Now this was really my element (thank you NCC). Sloshed and washed, cleaned and mopped, splashed and cursed. Not long until Marvin and I were left. Now the fun started. He showed me how to cut corners a bit here and there, how to wash the floors without doing an imitation of a vacuum cleaner, how to drain the oil and so forth. (A little tidbit: fastfood restaurants change the cooking oil only once every 2 days, so for the health conscious, you might want to reconsider your next Big Mac). Talked a bit while we cleaned, since only 4 active people were in the store then, not counting the manager. Asked me where I studied, how come I took up this job, etc. Though I did my best to talk the talk, I think he still knew I'm a non-HDB dweller, ie not your average street guy. Told me he had left school when he was 14 and had been working ever since. I tell you, I really admire these people. What they lack in formal education, they more than make up for it in being streetwise. This guy had been here barely a week and yet he was hosing and washing away like a pro. Even in the taxi back home, he casually mentioned he held two jobs, a day one and a night one, the latter being this job. To me, these are the people whom we should really admire. Though he may not have much finesse or eloquence, people such like him are true survivors. They know that their lives suck, and that they'll not amount to a Sim Wong Hoo or Lee Hsien Loong, but they are willing to make a living out of what they have. They are the people - who possess true grit and determination - whom we should salute. Socialites and celebrities who make the news for all the wrong reasons? No thanks, Ms Hilton.


Hope tomorrow's not going to be a long day, I need a lot of sleep. Going to start German classes soon. Oh ya by the way, sorry for the plain look of my site, planning to keep it this way. Easier on the eye, I believe. Ya la, slightly lazy too =D

getting to work

wondering what I am doing at home when other people are going about their daily lives. Usually I'd be at school now, doing absolutely nothing but sitting aroung. Good god, i'm going for movies 3 days in a row. Trying to find some odd jobs here and there, mostly unsuccessful. Say, anyone have a job opening?

Just took up German classes at Goethe-Institut. Planning to go all Heil Hitler on you guys when I finish (kidding). I was thinking, since I had plenty of time to burn because I'm no longer schooling, might as well spend it wisely. Yes, I'm not in school now. Supposed to be enrolled into Pioneer JC for PAE, but I guess I'm not a JC person, so I upped and left =D. To be honest I'm not particularly enamoured of JCs and their rigidity, particularly their schedules. If anything, JCs are almost like advanced secondary school. Though it is agreeable that JCs allow their students far more autonomy compared to sec schools, their structured nature still doesn't allow for much display of originality and creativity (thank you MOE). Poly is still the route for me. Sorry JCians, but you don't get to wear your own clothes ;)

Tomorrow is going to be the first day of work at MOS. No not Ministry of Sound, but the slightly better known cousin, MOS Burger. Think I'm selling burgers? Think again. Working the graveyard shift from 2200 to 0100 doesn't exactly qualify me for a cashier's job. No, I'm CLEANING the place up. Yes, clean. Or as I've aptly and rightly termed myself: Area Sanitation Specialist. Yes. Something like a pseudonym for taxi drivers, which I also came up myself: Personnel Transportation Vehicle Managers.

All right, I must be really exhausted. It's 0100 and I'm listening to Eminem spout trash. It's his new song, When I'm Gone. Which I am just about to.........



Now.

just the start

hi all to anyone who's reading my newly-created blog..welcome. Wilkommen. Hi. =D just checking out how it looks like. ought to be getting additions in like a chatbox and perhaps music. do check back for more. cya!