*fuming fuming* im hopping mad cuz words and words of the entry I wrote yesterday was gone within a sec after pressing some button by accident.
anyway i've haven been blogging for quite some while and im finally back after the hiatus. well i had a busy month as i started my first job as an office boy working at my uncle's office! but anyway after working for a month, im quite glad that my tenure was over. well on 2 feb which was the day i left the office, it wasnt a parting filled with sadness. and having had worked for a month, i guess none of my colleagues would really miss my departure. except only that they might miss me as an odd job worker who helped around with monotonous, boring tasks.
in fact, im quite glad to quit my job as im out of the 9 to 5 working cycle. life was like a routine to me. imagine i had to drag my unwilling body off from bed and trudging dragged my tired legs to the office in the morning. while i was in the office, what im told to do is to upload pictures and information to the database. one day was quite bad enuff but try multiplying it by 19 times, and you will understand the sheer agony [well, agony in boredom] that i've to go through everyday. and what i absolutely abhor hate detest about working life is that i have to squeeze myself with all other commuters in the morning train that is as packed as a can of sardines. why must there be a huge surge of people in public transport everyday during rush hours?
you know what is a normal day for me in the office?
• 9am or later [but mostly later]: report to the workplace, dillydallied for an hour while checking updates on friendster and my friend’s blog.
• 10am: really started doing work. but I wld always be interrupted by occasional msn messaging, calls, and smses by my friends. not really concentrating working uh!
• 12pm: lunch! im always punctual for lunch.
• 2pm or earlier: back to work. and this depends whether I got take ‘extended lunch breaks’.
• after 2pm: browse friendster or read the book. well, I can slack openly cuz most of my co-mates are away for lunch.
• around 3 to 4pm: oh no! the empress dowager is back! *rushes back to work. and this is the time where I really concentrate on my work for the day
• 5.30pm: work’s almost over! immediately stops my work, tidy up my desk, pack my stuff, get changed into something more casual, and begins to countdown for the end of the day.
• 6pm: thank God its 6pm! and you know what it means??? WORK IS OVER! without further a due, I grabbed by bag, dashed out from the office, pressed the lift button frantically, anticipate for the lift to arrive at 36th floor, rushed into the lift, ran to the shuttle bus, waiting impatiently for the bus to be filled up with passengers and began its short journey to the mrt station, ran to the platform and to the train, be with close proximity with anonymous Joes and Janes on the train, alight from the train and ran in top speed to catch the shuttle bus in time, boarded the shuttle bus and im on my way to somewhere I wuld call as ‘Home Sweet Home”. yippie~
but nevertheless im really thankful towards my uncle for allowing me to work in my office! indeed, even thou my job is really boring and monotonous [how exciting can it be for an office boy?], I really learnt many invaluable lessons that one culdnt learn in school. well, no wonder people wuld say that the youths of our days lack a sense of drive and purpose in them as they are too sheltered by their parents. just throw them into an unfamiliar environment, like an office, and they will emerge as responsible, socially apt individuals. well one of the most valuable lessons I learnt in office is tolerance! with her 市侩嘴脸, I think she’s really there to make my life in the office miserable and unbearable. even thou I disliked her, but she’s a person that I really respect. I learnt that in life, there wuld bound to people who are always above you. yes, they are called ‘figures of authorities’. well, with my feisty and adamant attitude, I dun think I wuld go anywhere far. but I reckon that ms empress dowager is so many times better than those mean, fierce officers in the army. therefore I really need to quell down my attitude. but meanwhile I wuld continue to be disobedient and pray for good officers in the army~ God, tolong tolong ah! *keep my fingers crossed.
and well, unbeknownst to me, my uncle actually thinks highly of me. he is like full of praises of me when he called my mum on the phone. well, he thinks that im intelligent, a critical thinker, and a good worker who can do things fast and efficient. hmmmm, well I thot im a himbo who’s dumb and shallow, and a bummer who wuld slack around whenever theres an opportunity. but I can vouch for one thing and it is that despite of my laziness, I will manage to complete my tasks on time and within the deadline!
so yah, now freedom is granted to me and im glad to have more time for myself. well im going to be enlisted soon and I heard that there’s no such thing called privacy and individuality in the army. well, wat privacy can you get when you will be around with a group of people even up to the bedtime. and if everyone’s individualistic, there wuld be no such thing called ‘strict discipline’ and ‘blind conformity’ in the army. one for all, all for one…. and here booms the loudspeaker blasting army propaganda. so meanwhile, I really ought to take some time off to be alone cuz afterall, you will never be alone in the army. and oso, I shld really meet up all my frens, be it my close frens or frens that I haven’t been contacting for a while, cuz I wuld be away from civilization verrry soon~~~
and yeah, to sidetrack, my friend bought me to SAJC few days ago! cant believe it right? but I aint joking~~ really!! well.. we actually have to detour all the way to saint andrew primary school to get in to the compound due the the tight security. and you know what, a woman who supposedly be some sch cleaner saw me walking in the gate and she remarked that ‘outsiders shouldn’t be allowed in the school premises’. well I dun even know that she was making that remark to me! and I heck care her and we walked into the compound. and as we were on our long journey to SAJC, I can sense that many eyes were on me as I walked past students of pri and sec school in saint andrew village. well tis can be exlained by the fact that im exceeding conspicuous and noticeable as I was the only student in the whole village who dyed his hair and was not dressed in school uniform. and when we were in SAJC, we have to make dodges on several noticeable people who are the figures of authorities cuz I do not want to be sued by the school for ‘trespassing the school premises’ and to be brought to the police. anyway I passed by their school library and the wall mural is realllllllllly cute~~ its decorated with many many stick figures with halos on their hands. and you know what? the opening of the book slot was depicted as a wooden box in the mural, and four little saints are carrying it! the little saints are tooooo cute for words, but too bad I cant take a picture of it as I wuld be in suspicion! and you know what, as I walked past a grp of students who were studying at the benches, the saints were agape as I smiled at them meekly! I think the boy saint and the girl saint are simply too hot for words!!! well, after touring the school compound, the trip is finally ended as we exited from the side gate.. well im really happy as I have my dreams fulfilled by stepping into my dream school.
and on a last note, to all people who are bored to death by my long and boring rantings, here’s a picture to feast ur eyes!!!! hahahahaha!!
don't i look like a swimsuit model?
p.s: i know i look fat in the pic but plz dont poke fun of my body~~~ oh man i wuld really turn aneroxic if you do.
p.s.s: dont puke in front of the computer cuz im miles away to be a swimsuit model. and if you do, dont tell me cuz i have a fragile ego. hahaha.
10:43 PM;
old man ist tot (old man is dead)
old man ist tot (old man is dead)
