After So Long....

I haven't posted for the longest time!!!!!

I do believe you'll find a record of my last update chronicled alongside King Tut's burial somewhere in the British Museum.


Anyway, loads of stuff has happened since then. I lost my last few faithful blog readers. Trees and grass everywhere grew a few more micro=centimetres. Israel attacked Gaza, held it hostage, got part of its ransom payment it demanded, and is now waitng to bargain for more.



But lets not get all political shall we?



Anyway, with regards to my previous posts, about my office in camp and all, just to let you guys know, things have definitely improved. I'll have the whole of next week off and will be looking forward to some stray angpaos that always seem to come my way from somewhere.


And forget about the global financial crisis. Here, in this blog, i'll be revealing a financial crisis that has been going on since before the Lehman Brothers and Fannie Mae had an orgy, without proper protection, and is now wasted by much deserved STDs: My bank account.


Yes.


I know it does not at all impact anyone else, nor is it worth billions of dollars, nor is it tied to any other institution(except for POSBANK), nor is it significant to the world economy.


But i wanted to write about something i really feel strongly about.


Anyway, I believe Click 5 wrote a song about the state of my bank account= "It's empty........"


How did it happen? Well it's really quite simple. There wasn't much to begin with. I paid for my exam fees during my A level years, I paid for my misc. school fees (my family was in a spot rith then) and, most damagingly, i paid for my own food, so when i entered NS, i basically had around....hmmm....can't rmbr. Around 200 bucks?

Anyway, after i entered NS, i began receiving a monthly allowance from the government. thus, i stopped receiving an allowance from my parents. i began paying for my own food, clothes, transport....$500 goes into my account and $500 goes out every month.


I am really looking forward to payment from my xmas carolling.





Hope i've not bored you guys too much. I'm trying to learn this new song called "A Quiet Place'
and....well, lets just say that when the composer of this song actually composed this song, I wished he had kept quiet about it....

So much for Facebook.


I signed up, really I did. You might have already added me as a friend, even.

But just one day after signing up, a huge problem occurred. Huge, huge, huge.
I can't log in.

Okay, so I might have forgotten my password. Big deal. Just reset it right? Wrong. Everytime i try to reset it, it says my email is unregistered. But if my email is unregistered, how can facebook be sending me all my alerts regarding friends being added and all that?



Gaaahhhhhhhh..........................till date, blogspot has been the one thing that remained hassle free.




I really should update more often.


Oh, and Malacca was great. Barbequed turkey was heaven made and sent. Barbecued mutton was a bit too dry. Must have something to do with the fact that my dear ol'Dad and his friend who was roasting the meat disappeared halfway to....somewhere...leaving my younger brother and my younger cousin in charge of the meat. Hmmm........


I was in charge of the turkey btw.....heheh....early xmas dinner...


I cut my feet while walking along the beach. Ow. It was painful.

Reached Singapore around four o'clock this morning.


Found out new shows were scheduled for me, on dates when I won't be able to make it.



Gaaaaah......


But of course, I'm Mr Brightside, and the bright side of all this is.....the rainy weather is so nice for sleeping in.

If and when I have the time......ggaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh

F*cked Up

Life in the office is quite effed up right now. Sometimes, too much is too much. It it was a regular job, I would have resigned last week. As it is, I can only hope to endure the storm that is surely to come soon and hope that whatever umbrella that's suppossed to shelter me appear magically in my hand very very soon.


Some people 'up there' should order a complete revamp of my department. We are understaffed, overworked, underpaid, stressed out and will soon be contemplating mass suicide.


Anyway......I found this song accidentally while on youtube and could vaguely remember it being on TV for some reason or other. Turned out to be quite inspirational. The song is by Anggun, an international superstar, originally from Indonesia, who later moved to France and has since been a citizen there, with most of her songs originally in French. This is, to date, her biggest(English) hit. YOu can hear on youtube. I don't want to figure out how to put songs on my blog yet.


Snow on the Sahara

Only tell me that you still want me here
When you wander off out there
To those hills of dust and hard winds that blow
In that dry white ocean alone

Lost out in the desert
you are lost out in the desert

But to stand with you in a ring of fire
I'll forget the days gone by
I'll protect your body and guard your soul
From mirages in your sight

Lost out in the desert

If your hopes scatter like the dust across your track
I'll be the moon that shines on your path
The sun may blind our eyes, I'll pray the skies above
for snow to fall on the Sahara

If that's the only place where you can leave your doubts
I'll hold you up and be your way out
And if we burn away, I'll pray the skies above
for snow to fall on the Sahara

Just a wish and I will cover your shoulders
With veils of silk and gold
When the shadows come and darken your heart
Leaving you with regrets so cold

Lost out in the desert

If your hopes scatter like the dust across your track
I'll be the moon that shines on your path
The sun may blind our eyes, I'll pray the skies above
for snow to fall on the Sahara
If that's the only place where you can leave your doubts
I'll hold you up and be your way out
And if we burn away, I'll pray the skies above
for snow to fall on the Sahara


I would recommend more songs for you but I would probably just bore the three people who remembers to read my blog....

One Of These Days.....

One of these days...I'm gonna get myself a new pair of jeans.

One of these days...I'm gonna start cleaning my roon(again).

One of these days...I'm get myself a camera. One that is incapable of SMS and is not linked, in anyway, to M1, Singtel or StarHub.

One of these days...I'm gonna write a book. Still not sure what it will be about but yes, I wanna write a book. One that is good enough to get published AND bring in some much needed income.

One of these days...I'm gonna start reaquainting(sp?) myself with the gym and track. Then maybe whatever muscles I have can actually be seen.

One of these days...I'm gonna stop treating what others would consider a full meal as a light snack.

One of these days...I'm gonna learn how to read notes on the base clef(I forgot how).

One of these days...I'm gonna learn how to just be myself around new people. Especially around new people.

One of these days...I'm gonna stop making fun of certain people(with a couple of exceptions. Can't take ALL the fun out of my life, can I?)

ONe of these days...I'm gonna visit Australia and Egypt. That way, I would have visited every single continent with the exception of Antartica. Unless I get a strange and utterly unexplainable urge to watch penguins in their natural habitat.

One of these days...I'm gonna stop writing down about what I want to do and start to actually DO something about it!!

Cookies

Gah. I know. I know. I have NOT been updating. It is the one constant thing I have in my life right now. Un-up-to-date blogs. A few weeks ago, I was unable to log into a variety of webpages, such as youtube and, yes, blogger, because, apparently, my brother for one reason or the other changed a setting cookies. Now that my knowledge of computer technology has been sufficiently been given an update(and my brother severely..er..disciplined), life goes on as normal.



Or what passes as normal for me.



I have been reassigned in my unit to a the Admin IC. The previous one got kicked out after a series of blunders(not totally his fault) and he recommended me for the position to my captain(albet a case of me not being able to do worse than other candidates). So now my previously, rather interesting, job of going all over Singapore rounding up AWOLees has shifted to boring clerical duties. My Captain is fierce and strict, my Leftenant is easily frazzled, my assistant is a little...too helpful? Not to mention juniors who need proper mentoring and guidance. I wonder what they feel when their mentor and guide(me) gets openly f*cked by my Captain? Which seems to be happening quite a lot nowadays? Hmmm...


And it was only just now that I realised that I am likely to be stuck at the desk for more than a year(unless my time in NS gets prematurely terminated due to reasons I don't want to imagine). Of course, if my Captain deems my work unsatisfactory for the next few days, I'll probably get sacked. Hmmm...... an idea comes to mind......


Nah. An Admin IC does have its perks. I no longer have to bother with roll calls. I get to read when there is no work to do. I get to build something closely resembling a friendly relationship with my superiors(always a good thing). And I have several juniors at my beck and call, with no choice but to run errands for me like cleaning the office and buying food from the canteen for me, through no reason other by me being of a higher rank. Yay! And reliable air-conditioning for the whole day!!!!


Oh, and I sang at the International Acappella Concert(Jazz Night) at The Arts House on the eighteenth of this month. It was terrible. Thank God Key Elements was there to basically save the whole night!!



But I'll get paid anyway. Bwahaha!!


My back is aching now. I don't know why. Maybe I sit in the office too long.




Will start exercising as soon as I feel like it. Which is hopefully sometime before this year ends.

THe BIG bANg

One wonders, while meandering through life, our destination at the end of our long road. A road with too many junctions to remember, too many red lights to stop at. Some floored, putting the pedal to the metal and going "Wooohooo!!!" into the wind. Others are more cautious, with roof and windows up against unexpected rain. And yet whether we are driving a good-for-nothing pile of metal with an engine attached or cruising at the backseat of a limousine, we always seem to get wet. How serious the sudden presence of too much moisture would then depend on whether we are wearing a water-proof, anti-exposure jacket or a dry-clean only suit.

And there would be many checkpoints along the way. Petrol kiosks fuel you up. A change of batteries to recharge your soul. A shopping spree at a roadside bazaar. An emergency toilet-break amongst the deserted bushes. Not all wil be planned. Most won't. Others are necessary. A handful would be just for the fun of it.

And the passengers. They who share the car with you, forever pointing at the directions you should take, at other cars driving past yours. They will irritate you. They will make you wish murder isn't against the law. But at the same time, they will be the ones to jerk you awake when you are about to fall asleep on the wheel. They are the ones you would be fighting to stay awake for( and who would be nagging at you to stop fro a break). And when in trouble, they will be the ones who would take the wheel, whether you want to or not, but always when you need them to.


Once in a while, you'd pick up that one special passenger that you hope would stay with you for the rest of your journey. They put an extra verve to the way you drive. From them, you'll learn when to speed up and when to slow down. They will teach you to balance between caring for them and keeping your eyes on the road. They will smack you senseless when you look at another passenger in another car. As you steer them along, remember that they have cars of their own too. And when they leave, bumps would seem to appear out of no where, and you would be tempted to stop. Sometimes to the extent of ending your journey there and then.

But bear in mind that the fuel in your tank should never be wasted and there are other passengers whose feelings ou would have to consider. The journey is still long but your chances of finding another 'special passenger' is just as high.

And what of the end of your journey? Would there be the proverbial pot of gold, always there at the end of every rainbow? Would you reach the ocean, vast and incomprehensible, to realise that there is always more to life? Would you reach the dreaded dead end, where you can either stay, despair and accumulate rust, or reverse, sometimes a long way, to pick another turn in the last junction. Maybe you would accidentally dive off a cliff, and realise that a car is a car and not a fighter jet.

Or, with a new found wisdom, you would realise that though your hands are old and lined, your fingers stained and bony, you would notice the younger, more energetic grip of your younger passengers. How eager they seem to be on their own way, to beging their own journey. It won't be easy surrendering the wheel to them. BUt you would know that you must. The engine still roars. The wheels still turn. The other cars won't ever stop comletely just for you. And so, the only thing to do would be to give your car over to your heirs. You will see them embark on a journey so much like yours, but one that is so different. And you are free to rest after a long journey, safe and content in the knowledge that though all roads are different. They all lead to the same place for all of us. Home......








It has been such a long time since I had avccess to a computer, much less blogged. Maybe i should find another analogy for life when i have the time. Using cars....i don't even have a freaking license!!!

Realizations And Whatever-ations

THINGS I HAVE REALISED (as of this moment)



In a couple of months, I'm gonna be considered one of the more senior members of my unit. And I would be able to legitimately order some people around. Great. I can tell people what to do and then blame the system which allows me to do so when they complain!!! Haha!





I miss IJC. To those of you who are currently studying in a JC now, mark my words, you WILL miss your JC days whether you like them or not. You'll miss those times when you were stressing out in the canteen, running for seats in the library, vandalising your table during a lecture, eating your favourite canteen lunch, the funny quirks of your teachers........



My knee is itching and I don't know why.





I hate Korean food. Except for kimchi. Those cabbage ones. And of course, with the almost exclusive exception of that in Seoul Garden.





Thai food is absurdly simillar to Malay food. Except for maybe things like papaya salad.( But hey, even then, we Malays have mango rojak!)







My spelling and sentence structures for my previous posts are horrendous. I shall shoot myslef later.







I realise I do not have a gun.







Oh, and I read that part about me killing myself if Nutella was ever banned in Singapore. How stupic of me! Duuuhhh. I'll just move to Malaysia!! It's probably cheaper there anyway!









Almost every post of mine has some reference to chocolate, in one way or another,





(Note to self: Dark chocolate is good for your heart.)





(Another note to self: Neither Nutella nor Kinder Bueno consists of Dark chocolate.)









I realise I know too much about some things. Like how to test for saggy breasts. No, I do not test it out on myself!! There was just this article in some health magazine....









I realise that some things are better left unsaid.











I think i am rambling.











I LOVE SINGAPORE!!!! (Sure, the feeling kicked in a little too late. National Day was over a week ago and I wasn't so enthusiastic then, was I? Oh, and the reason for this sudden burst of patriotism? No, not the silver medal thingy won by Singapore by Chinese atheletes. No. It's just that I read a book just now. It's tile? Singapore Food. By some New Zealander expat.)











My knee is still itching and it's irritating the hell out of me.





Oh, and a quote i read just now by some woman whose name I'll probably never, ever recall: "You will know death by living. And you will know life by dying. 'Tis a pity. A pity...."







I think the woman in question was emo'ing.....





NOw, on THAT subject.......











GDNITE!!!! =)