Wed, 27-07-2005:: It has been N months back since I had to wake up this early, almost 6.30am just to make sure that I won’t be late for the ceremony. Okie I admit it I’m sort of excited about it. Who doesn’t? After all it’s the hard-earned paper that I will finally get after spending my 3 years of youth studying the can’t-get-a-decent-job course. Another thing is of course, to get to see and take pictures with friends/classmates that I would hardly see around nowadays. Oh yeah and my parents come. ;)
Alright I feel like bring up this a bit. Thanks JRobin for his jacket during the graduation ceremony. If wasn’t because of the jacket, my blood would most probably be freezed into ice already. And I recognized that as a very gentleman act since we were like, converse in less than 10 sentences in a whole year? Hehe.. okie to clarify it’s NOT that I have a big crush on him or something like that ok.. It’s just that, he does look like one of my cousin JJun who we would hardly talk to each other as well.
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
I know I read this e-mail far too late. Yet it still not that late. Sorry think I'm a bit clueless to find the exact word to describe my feelings now.
I just read this e-mail from my friend YShin, sent on 5 Jul 2005:
"za bo... really miss u all frens ler...guess y i suddenly like tat? actually u nearly (really is nearly) cannot c me anymore liao ler. yesterday morning i go swimming then nearly drown at 1.8m there, i only 1.58m, u can imagine how panic i m. then i alone, nobody surrounding oso, straggle & straggle, tink i'll die v soon liao la, swallow alot water, nose choking oso...now i know how ppl feel when they are drown, panic until no voice come out altot like to scream help... then heng i m at lane 3, altot my hand cannot swim as usual but i try to force my legs to push me forward to lane 1 then i finally can touch the wall. really v scat, v v scat but i pretend like nothing cos if let ppl c my pale face then too lose face liao... ha... then the thing tat make me angry most is when i touch the wall and rest, i saw 2 saving persons chatting in front of me, ard 3m far away from me... THEY ARE BLIND. that's all i can say abt tat 2 fuckers... then after this experience, i keep tinking tat will u ppl sad 4 me if i really die? will my frens sad or cry 4 me? of course da pang will la, if not i'll come visit him everynight and scat him until he cry... but i tink for u all, sad abt 1 week then say some sorry phrase then will forget me alr la... those who working keep on working, those who studying keep on studying, those who dating with bf oso wont stop dating, earth still rotating, sun still rising, the 2 fuckers still chit-chatting... but i wont blame u all la, blame liao oso cannot give me back my life. but i'll become ghost and visit u when u r sleeping, eating, day dreaming... ha...ok la, just wan to tell u tis incident only, take care... :)"
I guess I almost lose another friend by this way. The water. Something similar several years back when PSze drown. What if something bad really happen to your friend around you? Will you get notify? Will someone tell you? How long will it take for the news to reach you? Of course la if that is the case he/she won't be e-mailing you telling the incident that he/she has went through. But I guess some people you loved would never get notify? The world is so small, yet so big. Darn I don't know what the hell i'm talking about now. Just leave me alone.
I just read this e-mail from my friend YShin, sent on 5 Jul 2005:
"za bo... really miss u all frens ler...guess y i suddenly like tat? actually u nearly (really is nearly) cannot c me anymore liao ler. yesterday morning i go swimming then nearly drown at 1.8m there, i only 1.58m, u can imagine how panic i m. then i alone, nobody surrounding oso, straggle & straggle, tink i'll die v soon liao la, swallow alot water, nose choking oso...now i know how ppl feel when they are drown, panic until no voice come out altot like to scream help... then heng i m at lane 3, altot my hand cannot swim as usual but i try to force my legs to push me forward to lane 1 then i finally can touch the wall. really v scat, v v scat but i pretend like nothing cos if let ppl c my pale face then too lose face liao... ha... then the thing tat make me angry most is when i touch the wall and rest, i saw 2 saving persons chatting in front of me, ard 3m far away from me... THEY ARE BLIND. that's all i can say abt tat 2 fuckers... then after this experience, i keep tinking tat will u ppl sad 4 me if i really die? will my frens sad or cry 4 me? of course da pang will la, if not i'll come visit him everynight and scat him until he cry... but i tink for u all, sad abt 1 week then say some sorry phrase then will forget me alr la... those who working keep on working, those who studying keep on studying, those who dating with bf oso wont stop dating, earth still rotating, sun still rising, the 2 fuckers still chit-chatting... but i wont blame u all la, blame liao oso cannot give me back my life. but i'll become ghost and visit u when u r sleeping, eating, day dreaming... ha...ok la, just wan to tell u tis incident only, take care... :)"
I guess I almost lose another friend by this way. The water. Something similar several years back when PSze drown. What if something bad really happen to your friend around you? Will you get notify? Will someone tell you? How long will it take for the news to reach you? Of course la if that is the case he/she won't be e-mailing you telling the incident that he/she has went through. But I guess some people you loved would never get notify? The world is so small, yet so big. Darn I don't know what the hell i'm talking about now. Just leave me alone.
Sunday, July 10, 2005
People who know me well enough are aware that I'm not that good in English. Both grammar and vocabulary. Reason behind is that I’m just too lazy for all those things. Memorize vocab? Sorry, count me out please. I suppose I'm not cut out for learning different languages. Recall Nicole Kidman "The Interpreter" -- I think the job is a damn great a challenge.
I guess I have a much better command of the Chinese language— both in speaking and writing. I can express myself better. Far better. And I hate to admit that ever since I came to Singapore to pursue my diploma, my Chinese level was like, drop —bling bling blong blong. Darn.
So, please bear with me if the blog entry appear to be completely or partially Mars language to you readers if I write in Chinese yea ;)
I guess I have a much better command of the Chinese language— both in speaking and writing. I can express myself better. Far better. And I hate to admit that ever since I came to Singapore to pursue my diploma, my Chinese level was like, drop —bling bling blong blong. Darn.
So, please bear with me if the blog entry appear to be completely or partially Mars language to you readers if I write in Chinese yea ;)
Thursday, July 07, 2005
What Good Is A Heart- Code Red
I told you how I felt
I told you what it meant
But I still haven't changed your mind
I know that you're afraid,
You're frightened of the pain
But you can let down your guard
Cause when we run, we hide
We deny what's inside
What good is a heart, if you're not gonna use it?
What good is your love, if you're too scared to choose it?
If your heart is beating, then it's for a reason
If you're not even willing to start, what good is a heart?
Don't make the same mistake that people often make
And miss out on a chance for love
You've got to make your move, you've got to make it soon
Cuz you're dying inside
Cuz I'm a man, but I cry
I have fears, I won't lie
What good is a heart, if you're not gonna use it?
What good is your love, if you're too scared to choose it?
If your heart is beating, then it's for a reason
If you're not even willing to start, what good is a heart?
Come on baby, you know it
Girl anyone who looks can see that I'm right
There's a chance, we should take it
Or regret it for the rest of our lives
What good is a heart, if you're not gonna use it?
What good is your love, if you're too scared to choose it?
If your heart is beating, then it's for a reason
If you're not even willing to start, what good is a heart?
I told you how I felt
I told you what it meant
But I still haven't changed your mind
I know that you're afraid,
You're frightened of the pain
But you can let down your guard
Cause when we run, we hide
We deny what's inside
What good is a heart, if you're not gonna use it?
What good is your love, if you're too scared to choose it?
If your heart is beating, then it's for a reason
If you're not even willing to start, what good is a heart?
Don't make the same mistake that people often make
And miss out on a chance for love
You've got to make your move, you've got to make it soon
Cuz you're dying inside
Cuz I'm a man, but I cry
I have fears, I won't lie
What good is a heart, if you're not gonna use it?
What good is your love, if you're too scared to choose it?
If your heart is beating, then it's for a reason
If you're not even willing to start, what good is a heart?
Come on baby, you know it
Girl anyone who looks can see that I'm right
There's a chance, we should take it
Or regret it for the rest of our lives
What good is a heart, if you're not gonna use it?
What good is your love, if you're too scared to choose it?
If your heart is beating, then it's for a reason
If you're not even willing to start, what good is a heart?
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Sometimes I really can't tolerate customers who think that they are always right. Though I know that my manager favaorite quote of the day is "Customers are always right". Bull shit.
Working in the "service economy" in Singapore could be pain in the asshole sometimes. And this is when I come to realise why the typical Singaporean lacks of service DNA. It's because they themselve lack of respect DNA to the so-called lower rank of jobs. And apparently waitering is one of them.
Many people think that the job consists of simple taking orders, and bringing food to the table. They don’t realize the multitasking, laborious side work and cleaning, and 10 hours shifts on your feet. I'm dare to say out loud that I'm a very good customer and very nice to the wait person. 'Coz I've been there. And apparently I don't want to be an assholic customers in the eyes of others. I'm just too nice a person I guess. Can't help. *Grinz*
Working in the "service economy" in Singapore could be pain in the asshole sometimes. And this is when I come to realise why the typical Singaporean lacks of service DNA. It's because they themselve lack of respect DNA to the so-called lower rank of jobs. And apparently waitering is one of them.
Many people think that the job consists of simple taking orders, and bringing food to the table. They don’t realize the multitasking, laborious side work and cleaning, and 10 hours shifts on your feet. I'm dare to say out loud that I'm a very good customer and very nice to the wait person. 'Coz I've been there. And apparently I don't want to be an assholic customers in the eyes of others. I'm just too nice a person I guess. Can't help. *Grinz*
Monday, July 04, 2005
Bored
It has been nearly 2 months, of waiting and of paradox. It is a short time that seems long enough, and everything, yet nothing, seems to happen. Untill now, I still cant find a decent job. Something related to what I studied. What I graduated from. And I'm getting impatient. But it is amazing that with the number of people graduating every year, the increasing population, there is still enough jobs for most of the people. Does this mean that this equation can be establish?
Number of graduates = Increased job opportunities (e.g. the building of Integrated resorts) + retirees + other environmental factors
All the rivers run into the sea, yet the sea is not full; unto the place whither the rivers go, thither they go again. (Ecclesiastes 1:7)
It appears that I am consumed by the pleasures of the everyday - good food, sleeping, reading, friendship, internet, games, the natural world - whilst never being far from the monotony and the feeling of emptiness. Deep down inside.
And apparently I have too much time to let my thought run wild.
Bored.
Number of graduates = Increased job opportunities (e.g. the building of Integrated resorts) + retirees + other environmental factors
All the rivers run into the sea, yet the sea is not full; unto the place whither the rivers go, thither they go again. (Ecclesiastes 1:7)
It appears that I am consumed by the pleasures of the everyday - good food, sleeping, reading, friendship, internet, games, the natural world - whilst never being far from the monotony and the feeling of emptiness. Deep down inside.
And apparently I have too much time to let my thought run wild.
Bored.
We the part-timer (Kat, Jess, Fel, Jae and me) went to Paragon branch to chill out and visit Brad at the same time. All of us miss her like crazy. It was not until we knew that Karen was transferred back to Holland Village branch. How interesting. People always only realise how good things have been until they lost it. Darn.
Fall sick since Thursday night. And apparently the reason behind is lack of sleep and nutrition (I guess). People involve in service industry hardly keep their biological clock in normal pace. That is when I always sleep at 2am and wake up at 11am. I will have shorter live if this go on. And the immediate effect from the whole thing, except that I fall sick, is that people telling me I look more 'mature'. Crap. I know that equivalent to old. Just to express it in a better way. Please, I need people to be frank to me.
I rather be NOT that mature though. Yeah I know that I'm stepping into adulthood in 3 more days. Stop reminding me. It's not all about excitement.
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Fall sick since Thursday night. And apparently the reason behind is lack of sleep and nutrition (I guess). People involve in service industry hardly keep their biological clock in normal pace. That is when I always sleep at 2am and wake up at 11am. I will have shorter live if this go on. And the immediate effect from the whole thing, except that I fall sick, is that people telling me I look more 'mature'. Crap. I know that equivalent to old. Just to express it in a better way. Please, I need people to be frank to me.
Mature = Dull skin tone + more visible wrinkles + always in tired state + eye bags and black eye rings
I rather be NOT that mature though. Yeah I know that I'm stepping into adulthood in 3 more days. Stop reminding me. It's not all about excitement.
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