5 days missing in action was meant for my assistant. She did not turn up since last Friday. I feel like strangling her at times. Slap her silly on both cheeks. Knock on her head with my knuckles thus bring some sense into her ridiculous and stupid life that she is going thru now.
Therefore, a woman marries the man that she thinks...would love, cherish and treasure her. He became lazy.....refuse to take a simple job just to provide ends meet.....too demeaning...too humiliating...too embarrassing...shameful of a lowly job. Working as a security guard is not the right job for him....it's meant for older/elderly people who have nothing better to do on their hands and while their time away by sitting down and recording incoming and outgoing traffic.
So they had a child...due to the dead mother-in-law....they began feeding the poor baby with sweets, treats and unhealthy foodstuff. So he develop sweet tooth and not able to handle his sugar surges and huge appetite.
So husband job hops as though life is easy....son drinks expensive milk....mother wash her hands off everything....if anything goes wrong to her baby.."Well, I did not do it" how easy she would claim. Being father-in-law and knows that his son is down-right bloody freaking Hell lazy like a fat pig after her heavy dinner....lets the son marry a runway girl. Son never changes after marriage and runaway girl regret it big time. She was running away from her stressed out family. Father was never at home and loan sharks keep harassing them.
Her mum does not know how to maintain the 5 children but she produces them like kittens. Stress, low-self esteem, being molested once by her boyfriend father/grandfather...she seeks solace in marrying. choosing to end her single life in order to be free and live on her own.
So father-in-law chased out of the house as son was drinking cough syrup like plain water. He gets high, he can't go to work, he smokes all the time, hardly gives any money to the wife, can't take of his little son, played computer games till in the wee hours of the morning, complains about the constant back pain, complains of being tired and sleepy all the time, not able to help the wife in shouldering the house chores. Changing a baby pooed diapers is disgusting....so why doesn't he think about it before he screwed his wife and got her pregnant. Wife are not maid....they don't wash your dirty clothes, get laid, have babies, breed babies, grow babies and get laid all over again.
Husband has money in the savings but do not wish to buy a house and rather opt to rent out. Let me check this correctly...wife works at $1200 salary....house rental....cheapest around $300 + childcare (as her mum have not decided to take care of the 2yrs old grandchild since the daughter is facing problems with a USELESS FREAKING ASSHOLE WIFE SCREWER husband!!) + transportation to work + money for baby supplies + money for their food consumption. Buying a house means....paying that money and eventually the house is yours or even let out the extra room to relatives for extra income.
She is resigning today and I have yet to see her here tendering the resignation letter. I have alot of patience but I do not think the new company can accept her work attitude. Showing up as when she likes due to family problems.
She is too weak to complain her problems to her Chinese dad. Which I am sure that old man would wallop his son-in-law for ill-treating the wife by not doing his responsibilities as a father or the head of the family. She defends him even he is in the wrong. She lies for him. She covers for him. Put in good word to everyone. She trusted the husband when he out-rightly lies straight to her face when everyone in the family already knew that he is a born LIAR.
Need I say more...I am beyond angry but then what can I do...she choose to hang on to a broken and impossible dream. I hope he change for the better and she would have a peaceful life. I hope by the end of another 1yr...He does not improve...best she lives him and asks for child support.
The Singapore govt does not treat child support lightly. You do not pay...you go to jail! I think he deserves to be in the jail.
More to be continued after this............
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
He went Offline
He had enough he said...that's what he claims. All the trust and hope that he placed on me where dash. I had crushed it!!
It does not last till the supposedly 3years grace but each day was like a living Hell for me. Living Hell when all the promises were never fulfilled. He left. He ran with his tail behind his back with loans/debts to clear.
I should listen but I don't and now I'm paying back for all the help that I rendered. I'm having an headache...would spill out the guts when I'm feeling better.
It does not last till the supposedly 3years grace but each day was like a living Hell for me. Living Hell when all the promises were never fulfilled. He left. He ran with his tail behind his back with loans/debts to clear.
I should listen but I don't and now I'm paying back for all the help that I rendered. I'm having an headache...would spill out the guts when I'm feeling better.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Pride Before His Fall?
This post was written on 16th Sep 2006.
I am baffled, amused, sad and kept thinking of my conversation with my colleague this morning. This is a long rant of my dept version of teamwork.
One of the B worker decided that he wants to go home after being paid peanuts working here (you mean after 4yrs, it finally dawned upon him that the company is cheating his hard-earned, sweat and blood money!!) So manpower is down...and we had to re-adjust and as usual that would means me...have to adjust it.
Let me understand this correctly...I'm a CAD Operator....supposed to be doing drawings...I get tangled up in the earth monitoring crap, forever planning the schedules (wonder when DBoss plans to even follow them), explains to BCA about the whole monitoring collection of data.
Continued 19th Sep 2006
I try to prevent myself from typing this out but it's making sick to the point that I can't bring myself to go to work today. Yup! That's right...I skipped work today. I did not call in sick. I am too depressed by the turn of events. The B worker finally decided to accept the company decision of deducting his one month salary in order for him to go back home.
Did I mentioned that he plans to come back and then work in other company that pays him so much more....almost 3 times his present salary. Well I hope he gets what he wants and be happy now.
Time frame was given to renewed the workers work permit. The B guy in-charge of all the workers...he had made them signed an agrement saying that 1 month of their salary would be dedcuted if they decided to go home before their work permit expired or not giving one month of notice before leaving for home. How true it is I'm not sure but the B-guy himself have spoken to me about the agreement.
The B worker that was going home had even told me that the B-guy had merely said to signed this for your work permit renewal and had not explained clearly to them. told my boss about it. He said he cannot do anything about it as it's the Admin way of handling things.
((I had called over the phone (as it was not convenient to chat at his table as his table was an open cubicle. Everyone is there and you are not allowed to talk freely as the voice will carry to the next person and can hear each word. Word per word. How frustrating) telling him about B-worker claim and immediately before I can further explained. He keep on insisting that there is nothing he can do about it. He can't do this, he can't do that. I have a boss who is so scared to do anything right for humankind. He is afraid being riled by the PM. But if I tell him to do something right, he can't follow that as well. I simply just don't understand what can he actually do.))
A fellow coleague had left the company but to the stupidity of the purchaser and admin manager...they had let him scot-free. He did not complete the full year of work but had taken the whole year of annual leave. So when a person leaves a company, his leaves is being pro-rated and had to be adjusted accordingly to the next salary that he would be getting them. He had tendered in 1 month in advance isn't that the norm for all the company in Singapore. But no....they had waited till the last day to do any work. The resignation letter was KIV by the admin assistant. The surveyor got his salary, extra 10days of work that he did not work for. The annual leave that he was supposed to pay back.
Another fellow colleague of mine resigned and for 2 months the company held back his salary...reason being they need to hold for his income-tax clearance. That is super-duper bull-shit. Hold back 2 months just to clear his taxes when all the people knows that ...we pay income-tax of this year...next year. besides he is a Singapore PR....If he decided to leave Singapore for good....the ICA can always re-imburse income tax from his CPF Account.
Yesterday, I saw that the Kambings get to get their salary in advance. Doraemon was earning S$7500 while Bigfoot S$9000. So all these kucing kurap earn more than they deserve...all they ever do is too smoking all the time. I think if I bow a bit lower to the Pengantin...you think I can get a higher salary?? I'm afraid I can't do that, I can't lower myself...or should I say debase myself. I have pride in myself. Pride that would not make me falls into the category of ass-licking bastards.
Seething with anger as I wrote now. My mind are in swirl and I had to let all my pent-up anger and frustration come true this or else I would just go mad.
Continuing to the bit whereby...I was talking about myself being a CAD Operator. The guy that I was talking to is a Surveyor....who nearly got chopped off for his laziness, incapability of learning new ropes and incapability of understandinig simple instructions and following it properly.
He placed himself so high up there...thinking that he knew about computers, Excel, AutoCAD and how the surveying instruments work. Due to the split and due to the fact that getting new surveyors means they have to come from Philippines. Processing for work permit is uppredictable and thank his lucky stars that he is an SPR. He proudly talks about his country. So if he is damn proud of his country and the development that they had achieved...why is it he is not there..working..building..propering himself there...rather than slogging his life here....sending the child to an outsider school...saying that by doing this the child can escape the mandatory requirement of serving for the Nation.
Anyway...he told me of a story when he was working with another company. Saying that a senior colleague had told him to pegged ONE bloddy point with a rebar. He had said to the senior colleague that...HAVE YOU GONE MAD!! YOU WANT ME TO DO THAT KIND OF JOB WHEN YOU HAVE SO MANY B WORKERS AND COULD TELL THEM TO DO IT INSTEAD OF HIM. When Japanese Soldier was told to peg on site...he had do it willingly and with the heavy concrete hammer and his worker...they both had done the work and not complained about it. He merely said that it's just part of a work. To think that Fizzy Drink would take it that it means degrading him to the point ofmerely being a labourer after all the high studies that he had done. So funny!!
I told him that Mr Smart our Survey Manager had found nothing wrong in driving the workers to work...while does he feel such a way. In fact, Mr Smart qualification was even higher than the surveyor and had felt nothing was wrong with it.
He even said that Dboss must have sense the pride and rather humiliating job meant for the scratchy Myammar Geo-Engineer and had not let him take such a lowly job of taking and checking the crack meters on the civilians houses/factories. Too funy for me.
Come to think of it....I rather work for the British and the Americans...as they don't find it too demeaning for them if they simply take pictures. Whereas that narrow-minded, idiotic, stubborn little dark brownish prick wuold never make it in life. He thinks of making it rich and always telling me about his friends doing well and supporting the needy. He could not even bring himself from sky....do you think God would grant him riches and not fully make used of it??
Feeling better now...no more anger left in me now. Time to go. as so damn cold at the library. Going to ladies and read more books.
I am baffled, amused, sad and kept thinking of my conversation with my colleague this morning. This is a long rant of my dept version of teamwork.
One of the B worker decided that he wants to go home after being paid peanuts working here (you mean after 4yrs, it finally dawned upon him that the company is cheating his hard-earned, sweat and blood money!!) So manpower is down...and we had to re-adjust and as usual that would means me...have to adjust it.
Let me understand this correctly...I'm a CAD Operator....supposed to be doing drawings...I get tangled up in the earth monitoring crap, forever planning the schedules (wonder when DBoss plans to even follow them), explains to BCA about the whole monitoring collection of data.
Continued 19th Sep 2006
I try to prevent myself from typing this out but it's making sick to the point that I can't bring myself to go to work today. Yup! That's right...I skipped work today. I did not call in sick. I am too depressed by the turn of events. The B worker finally decided to accept the company decision of deducting his one month salary in order for him to go back home.
Did I mentioned that he plans to come back and then work in other company that pays him so much more....almost 3 times his present salary. Well I hope he gets what he wants and be happy now.
Time frame was given to renewed the workers work permit. The B guy in-charge of all the workers...he had made them signed an agrement saying that 1 month of their salary would be dedcuted if they decided to go home before their work permit expired or not giving one month of notice before leaving for home. How true it is I'm not sure but the B-guy himself have spoken to me about the agreement.
The B worker that was going home had even told me that the B-guy had merely said to signed this for your work permit renewal and had not explained clearly to them. told my boss about it. He said he cannot do anything about it as it's the Admin way of handling things.
((I had called over the phone (as it was not convenient to chat at his table as his table was an open cubicle. Everyone is there and you are not allowed to talk freely as the voice will carry to the next person and can hear each word. Word per word. How frustrating) telling him about B-worker claim and immediately before I can further explained. He keep on insisting that there is nothing he can do about it. He can't do this, he can't do that. I have a boss who is so scared to do anything right for humankind. He is afraid being riled by the PM. But if I tell him to do something right, he can't follow that as well. I simply just don't understand what can he actually do.))
A fellow coleague had left the company but to the stupidity of the purchaser and admin manager...they had let him scot-free. He did not complete the full year of work but had taken the whole year of annual leave. So when a person leaves a company, his leaves is being pro-rated and had to be adjusted accordingly to the next salary that he would be getting them. He had tendered in 1 month in advance isn't that the norm for all the company in Singapore. But no....they had waited till the last day to do any work. The resignation letter was KIV by the admin assistant. The surveyor got his salary, extra 10days of work that he did not work for. The annual leave that he was supposed to pay back.
Another fellow colleague of mine resigned and for 2 months the company held back his salary...reason being they need to hold for his income-tax clearance. That is super-duper bull-shit. Hold back 2 months just to clear his taxes when all the people knows that ...we pay income-tax of this year...next year. besides he is a Singapore PR....If he decided to leave Singapore for good....the ICA can always re-imburse income tax from his CPF Account.
Yesterday, I saw that the Kambings get to get their salary in advance. Doraemon was earning S$7500 while Bigfoot S$9000. So all these kucing kurap earn more than they deserve...all they ever do is too smoking all the time. I think if I bow a bit lower to the Pengantin...you think I can get a higher salary?? I'm afraid I can't do that, I can't lower myself...or should I say debase myself. I have pride in myself. Pride that would not make me falls into the category of ass-licking bastards.
Seething with anger as I wrote now. My mind are in swirl and I had to let all my pent-up anger and frustration come true this or else I would just go mad.
Continuing to the bit whereby...I was talking about myself being a CAD Operator. The guy that I was talking to is a Surveyor....who nearly got chopped off for his laziness, incapability of learning new ropes and incapability of understandinig simple instructions and following it properly.
He placed himself so high up there...thinking that he knew about computers, Excel, AutoCAD and how the surveying instruments work. Due to the split and due to the fact that getting new surveyors means they have to come from Philippines. Processing for work permit is uppredictable and thank his lucky stars that he is an SPR. He proudly talks about his country. So if he is damn proud of his country and the development that they had achieved...why is it he is not there..working..building..propering himself there...rather than slogging his life here....sending the child to an outsider school...saying that by doing this the child can escape the mandatory requirement of serving for the Nation.
Anyway...he told me of a story when he was working with another company. Saying that a senior colleague had told him to pegged ONE bloddy point with a rebar. He had said to the senior colleague that...HAVE YOU GONE MAD!! YOU WANT ME TO DO THAT KIND OF JOB WHEN YOU HAVE SO MANY B WORKERS AND COULD TELL THEM TO DO IT INSTEAD OF HIM. When Japanese Soldier was told to peg on site...he had do it willingly and with the heavy concrete hammer and his worker...they both had done the work and not complained about it. He merely said that it's just part of a work. To think that Fizzy Drink would take it that it means degrading him to the point ofmerely being a labourer after all the high studies that he had done. So funny!!
I told him that Mr Smart our Survey Manager had found nothing wrong in driving the workers to work...while does he feel such a way. In fact, Mr Smart qualification was even higher than the surveyor and had felt nothing was wrong with it.
He even said that Dboss must have sense the pride and rather humiliating job meant for the scratchy Myammar Geo-Engineer and had not let him take such a lowly job of taking and checking the crack meters on the civilians houses/factories. Too funy for me.
Come to think of it....I rather work for the British and the Americans...as they don't find it too demeaning for them if they simply take pictures. Whereas that narrow-minded, idiotic, stubborn little dark brownish prick wuold never make it in life. He thinks of making it rich and always telling me about his friends doing well and supporting the needy. He could not even bring himself from sky....do you think God would grant him riches and not fully make used of it??
Feeling better now...no more anger left in me now. Time to go. as so damn cold at the library. Going to ladies and read more books.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Jump at the Slightest
Today is 16th Aug and I've decided that rather than cramping/bottling up my pent up feelings, desires, frustrations and not being able to focus properly on work, on hobby, on son and on myself. I think it is time to unscrew the bottle cap and let all flow out.
As we speak, nah...as I typed...I am going insane every minute. They always said the truth is always the best. A little lie is good than the truth. Therefore, who is right then? To tell or not to tell. ..sigh...long sigh.
I stopped playing pacman years ago as the thought or the idea on being chase by the colourful smiley eating blob scares the wit out if me. I would say...faster, faster, no, no that side...and cursed the keyboard for not going any faster or slows down when you pc slows down. Damn the colourful blobs, feels as though they are triggering a heart attack for me.
I enjoy the chased and enjoy getting back at them by eating them. Now it only last for 30secs. Anymore than that,...I would definitely get a heart attack. I am waiting for the long dreaded call from so many people. You cannot run away from the reality and you cannot turn back the hands of time.
Given a choice, I turn it back to the time when I was nine years old. I probably would not be so timid in class. I be more out-spoken. I will be much more confidence of myself. I will be wiser. I will learn how to drive a pickup when I was nine years old. In addition, drives a car when I am still in secondary school. I read more books. I will discover fantasy book at an early stage. I will teach myself two foreign languages - French and Japanese. Very practical and useful. Forget the fact that I would be working in a Korean company years later. For, if I can turn back the time....no way in Hell I will be working in a Korean company.
And I study Science; I have always wanted to be working in Lab...after the flop in all Science studies...I settled for Buildings. Nah...no regret on me studying Buildings...maybe becomes a Civil Engineer or Quantity Surveyor. Very practical job and always an opening for one anyway. Do not have to hope that there would be an ad in the newspaper looking for draftspersons. Job has gone so bad...that they requested for full deluxe package for a bag of peanuts. I am seriously in wrong trade here.
I can see the bubbles escaping and my head is getting lighter and lighter. Tomorrow is another day that I dread. I have stopped smiling. I have stop thinking for tomorrow. Oh, the four monsters are coming on Friday and I have to celebrate Adam's 3rd birthday...1 month in advance. Coz his cousins are sitting for exams in September. Better now than never. I thought the saying should go...better late than never. So planning a nice party for five wild kids. We asked Adam if he would like to celebrate his birthday. He said just place on the table and he blows out the candle. The little monster is so innocent. My heart wrenched each time I look into his future in Singapore. He is starting school next year and I have yet to register for it. Money has been so tight. Too tight to the point it drives me crazy every minute.
Today is Wednesday. How do you stay positive each day? How do you smile each day and push back all your troubles and worries to the side. How do you walked with a spring in your feet each morning when you practically hate coming to work each morning. Work has become a chore to me. Out of seven, we are left with four persons in the office now. Morale feels low.
As we speak, nah...as I typed...I am going insane every minute. They always said the truth is always the best. A little lie is good than the truth. Therefore, who is right then? To tell or not to tell. ..sigh...long sigh.
I stopped playing pacman years ago as the thought or the idea on being chase by the colourful smiley eating blob scares the wit out if me. I would say...faster, faster, no, no that side...and cursed the keyboard for not going any faster or slows down when you pc slows down. Damn the colourful blobs, feels as though they are triggering a heart attack for me.
I enjoy the chased and enjoy getting back at them by eating them. Now it only last for 30secs. Anymore than that,...I would definitely get a heart attack. I am waiting for the long dreaded call from so many people. You cannot run away from the reality and you cannot turn back the hands of time.
Given a choice, I turn it back to the time when I was nine years old. I probably would not be so timid in class. I be more out-spoken. I will be much more confidence of myself. I will be wiser. I will learn how to drive a pickup when I was nine years old. In addition, drives a car when I am still in secondary school. I read more books. I will discover fantasy book at an early stage. I will teach myself two foreign languages - French and Japanese. Very practical and useful. Forget the fact that I would be working in a Korean company years later. For, if I can turn back the time....no way in Hell I will be working in a Korean company.
And I study Science; I have always wanted to be working in Lab...after the flop in all Science studies...I settled for Buildings. Nah...no regret on me studying Buildings...maybe becomes a Civil Engineer or Quantity Surveyor. Very practical job and always an opening for one anyway. Do not have to hope that there would be an ad in the newspaper looking for draftspersons. Job has gone so bad...that they requested for full deluxe package for a bag of peanuts. I am seriously in wrong trade here.
I can see the bubbles escaping and my head is getting lighter and lighter. Tomorrow is another day that I dread. I have stopped smiling. I have stop thinking for tomorrow. Oh, the four monsters are coming on Friday and I have to celebrate Adam's 3rd birthday...1 month in advance. Coz his cousins are sitting for exams in September. Better now than never. I thought the saying should go...better late than never. So planning a nice party for five wild kids. We asked Adam if he would like to celebrate his birthday. He said just place on the table and he blows out the candle. The little monster is so innocent. My heart wrenched each time I look into his future in Singapore. He is starting school next year and I have yet to register for it. Money has been so tight. Too tight to the point it drives me crazy every minute.
Today is Wednesday. How do you stay positive each day? How do you smile each day and push back all your troubles and worries to the side. How do you walked with a spring in your feet each morning when you practically hate coming to work each morning. Work has become a chore to me. Out of seven, we are left with four persons in the office now. Morale feels low.
Friday, August 11, 2006
APP-MAZ-01
It was few days before my 30th birthday. People had said the number 13 is a bad luck. Those who are superstitious should avoid black cat, Friday the 13. Previously the Singapore MRT line does not have the number 13 on their northbound train line. Very odd I must say.
Besides, you cannot just skip to 14 after 12. Moreover, without 13 you cannot have 8 + 5 =. I wonder who planted the idea of it being bad and who the first one to follow it blindly is.
It has been two long years of waiting, looking to catch that glimpse, that familiar face, that familiar smell. 2 years of wondering, searching, what if that keeps popping into my mind. What if I had done this, what if I say, what if I was refused, what if MA was not acknowledged, what if this and what if that. 2 years of silently praying, wishing for a miracle to happen. Few days before my birthday, the long awaited prayers and for a miracle to happen...it came true.
I was shaking like a leaf. It is like seeing a past. It is like seeing a ghost. Words can described what I had felt then and even words failed me now. Wonder if this is what other person must have felt when the one that they wanted to see all their waits came true. First time in my life I stammer, first time in my life I fumbled with words, first time in my life...my mind was totally blank. All I wanted to do was to pinch myself and feel that it is not a dream. I am not dreaming. It is real. My heart was pounding...I literally could hear the loud pounds in my cheat. Feel as though my lung was going to burst.
Finally, I could smile again. All those months = 2yrs of waiting have bore the fruits.
Besides, you cannot just skip to 14 after 12. Moreover, without 13 you cannot have 8 + 5 =. I wonder who planted the idea of it being bad and who the first one to follow it blindly is.
It has been two long years of waiting, looking to catch that glimpse, that familiar face, that familiar smell. 2 years of wondering, searching, what if that keeps popping into my mind. What if I had done this, what if I say, what if I was refused, what if MA was not acknowledged, what if this and what if that. 2 years of silently praying, wishing for a miracle to happen. Few days before my birthday, the long awaited prayers and for a miracle to happen...it came true.
I was shaking like a leaf. It is like seeing a past. It is like seeing a ghost. Words can described what I had felt then and even words failed me now. Wonder if this is what other person must have felt when the one that they wanted to see all their waits came true. First time in my life I stammer, first time in my life I fumbled with words, first time in my life...my mind was totally blank. All I wanted to do was to pinch myself and feel that it is not a dream. I am not dreaming. It is real. My heart was pounding...I literally could hear the loud pounds in my cheat. Feel as though my lung was going to burst.
Finally, I could smile again. All those months = 2yrs of waiting have bore the fruits.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Your true color is Brown!
You're brown, a credible, stable color that's reminiscent of fine wood, rich leather, and wistful melancholy. Most likely, you're a logical, practical person ruled more by your head than your heart. With your inquisitive mind and insatiable curiosity, you're probably a great problem solver. And you always gather all of the facts before coming to a timely, informed decision. Easily intrigued, you're constantly finding new ways to challenge your mind, whether it's by reading the newspaper, playing a trivia game, or composing a piece of music. Brown is an impartial, neutral color, which means you tend to see the difference between fact and opinion easily and are open to many points of view. Trustworthy and steady, you really are a brown at heart.
APP-ALIK-01
It all started in 2002, it was during the 1st day of Chinese New Year and all or most of the shops in Singapore are closed. The Chinese own about 99.7% of the shops and since it is the Chinese lot that is celebrating their festival...so most of the shops are close except for restaurants.
Morning at Woodlands MRT control station, while waiting and looking at the throng of people that passes thru the MRT mini gates, I wonder alone. Never in my life that I would have gone out during Chinese New Year. I would normally spend the 2 days of public holiday...sleeping, watching cartoons, eating, lazing around and being a major bum for two solid days. No shops is open means no shopping; besides I find it rather silly to go out when I should be resting. Most of the time I would be working and complaining that I do not have enough time to rest and sleep longer.
Today here I am at Woodlands MRT control station waiting for someone. I had invited my colleague to visit the Zoo. I love the Zoo...the monkeys, snakes, smelly horse, cute hippo and the live shows. It is rather silly or should I say expensive but I do not have much of a choice. I want to go out and do something today.
I do not want to laze around and watched telly all day long. I looked at my watch...I am always early...in fact too early for a lot of things. I called and he was on his way here. Then I saw him. He was coming down the escalator with his traditional purple clothes. What had attracted me were his good looks. I believe that I should only go out with guys who looks good that way I can talk/speak and look at him rather than stare at something else, pretending that I am looking at him, and talk to him. I am not being fake but being very realistic. I believe that if man can demand that woman should look pretty, delicious, sexy for them in order for them to strike a conversation...likewise I should demand that for myself about man.
He walks walking towards me...and my eyes grew larger each time he came nearer. Next, he stood in front of me and asked about the phone booth. I pointed into the direction and he walks away. Ahhhhh...he is certainly tall and handsome. I wish I had asked him something or anything...oh well...life goes on right.
I looked at my watch and knew that my colleague is late. Wonder why man cannot be on time. :( And the next thing I know, the guy was standing besides me smiling.
Morning at Woodlands MRT control station, while waiting and looking at the throng of people that passes thru the MRT mini gates, I wonder alone. Never in my life that I would have gone out during Chinese New Year. I would normally spend the 2 days of public holiday...sleeping, watching cartoons, eating, lazing around and being a major bum for two solid days. No shops is open means no shopping; besides I find it rather silly to go out when I should be resting. Most of the time I would be working and complaining that I do not have enough time to rest and sleep longer.
Today here I am at Woodlands MRT control station waiting for someone. I had invited my colleague to visit the Zoo. I love the Zoo...the monkeys, snakes, smelly horse, cute hippo and the live shows. It is rather silly or should I say expensive but I do not have much of a choice. I want to go out and do something today.
I do not want to laze around and watched telly all day long. I looked at my watch...I am always early...in fact too early for a lot of things. I called and he was on his way here. Then I saw him. He was coming down the escalator with his traditional purple clothes. What had attracted me were his good looks. I believe that I should only go out with guys who looks good that way I can talk/speak and look at him rather than stare at something else, pretending that I am looking at him, and talk to him. I am not being fake but being very realistic. I believe that if man can demand that woman should look pretty, delicious, sexy for them in order for them to strike a conversation...likewise I should demand that for myself about man.
He walks walking towards me...and my eyes grew larger each time he came nearer. Next, he stood in front of me and asked about the phone booth. I pointed into the direction and he walks away. Ahhhhh...he is certainly tall and handsome. I wish I had asked him something or anything...oh well...life goes on right.
I looked at my watch and knew that my colleague is late. Wonder why man cannot be on time. :( And the next thing I know, the guy was standing besides me smiling.
Monday, July 24, 2006
APP-RINO-01
I was on my way to work this morning, when I saw him. The boy that I used to spend time talking on the phone from schoolwork to anything under the stars. I have known him for 16yrs. Someone that easy to talked to and listen to his chatters on the phone. All the talks on the phone led to only one meeting. He was awkward and I wonder why. I have always like him and even told him that I really like him a lot.
Thoughts of those silly days fills my head...wonder what makes me say such thing to him and wonder what makes us close by phone but far when we meet up. I had like him then and I still like him now...but interesting to know that I am not in love with him.
Thoughts of those silly days fills my head...wonder what makes me say such thing to him and wonder what makes us close by phone but far when we meet up. I had like him then and I still like him now...but interesting to know that I am not in love with him.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
APP-DRA-01
In a split second, everything would change before your eyesight. Someone whom you have held in high esteem and regards...loves with all your soul. With every breathe she took was only in his name...the world came crushing down.
In addition, of the entire place for it to happen was in a crowded place. Weary students, teenagers who have been partying the night away, those who had stayed and slogged the extra hours were all there. Grace was in shocked and soon moves into a defensive mode. Grace was wondering what had actually happen...how can Grace see the person that she was going to marry with another woman. Standing by the brown tiled parapet wall, I leaned against it and could hear the conversation. When the person walked away, Grace followed and asking...Who is that woman and why are you with her? The person simply replies, this is what I have been telling you and now you may ask her what the relationship is.
Grace held on to the person’s hand and asked why she went out with him, as he is her husband. The woman smiles, I could have sworn, I could hear her laughing silently when she said that. The woman asked...what prove does she have saying this is her husband...when she has the marriage certificate saying that she and the man is legally bonded in law as husband and wife. Grace let his hand slips thru. Her eyes grew even larger when she finally let the reality of the whole thing sinks in.
In addition, of the entire place for it to happen was in a crowded place. Weary students, teenagers who have been partying the night away, those who had stayed and slogged the extra hours were all there. Grace was in shocked and soon moves into a defensive mode. Grace was wondering what had actually happen...how can Grace see the person that she was going to marry with another woman. Standing by the brown tiled parapet wall, I leaned against it and could hear the conversation. When the person walked away, Grace followed and asking...Who is that woman and why are you with her? The person simply replies, this is what I have been telling you and now you may ask her what the relationship is.
Grace held on to the person’s hand and asked why she went out with him, as he is her husband. The woman smiles, I could have sworn, I could hear her laughing silently when she said that. The woman asked...what prove does she have saying this is her husband...when she has the marriage certificate saying that she and the man is legally bonded in law as husband and wife. Grace let his hand slips thru. Her eyes grew even larger when she finally let the reality of the whole thing sinks in.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
The Year in Review
1981 In Review
1. Prince Charles got married
2. Liverpool were crowned soccer Champions of Europe
3. Australia lost the cricket Ashes tournament
4. The Pope died
2005 In Review
1. Prince Charles got married
2. Liverpool were crowned soccer Champions of Europe
3. Australia lost the cricket Ashes tournament
4. The Pope died
Note: In future, if Prince Charles decides to remarry, will someone please warn the Pope. Thank You.
1. Prince Charles got married
2. Liverpool were crowned soccer Champions of Europe
3. Australia lost the cricket Ashes tournament
4. The Pope died
2005 In Review
1. Prince Charles got married
2. Liverpool were crowned soccer Champions of Europe
3. Australia lost the cricket Ashes tournament
4. The Pope died
Note: In future, if Prince Charles decides to remarry, will someone please warn the Pope. Thank You.
Art Gallery
Liz goes to her first show at an art gallery and is looking at the paintings. One is a huge canvas that has black with yellow blobs of paint splattered all over it. The next painting is a murky gray color that has drips of purple paint streaked across it. Liz walks over to the artist and says, "I don't understand your paintings."
"I paint what I feel inside me," explains the artist.
"Have you ever tried Alka-Seltzer?"
"I paint what I feel inside me," explains the artist.
"Have you ever tried Alka-Seltzer?"
Timex N Rolex
Two New Dogs
A girl was visiting her blonde friend who had acquired two new dogs, and asked her what their names were.
The blonde responded by saying that one was named Rolex and one was named Timex.
Her friend said, "Whoever heard of someone naming dogs like that?"
"Hellooooo," answered the blonde, "They're watch dogs!"
A girl was visiting her blonde friend who had acquired two new dogs, and asked her what their names were.
The blonde responded by saying that one was named Rolex and one was named Timex.
Her friend said, "Whoever heard of someone naming dogs like that?"
"Hellooooo," answered the blonde, "They're watch dogs!"
How to EARN the Points?
In the world of romance, one single rule applies to the men: Make the woman happy. Do something she likes, and you get points. Do something she dislikes and points are subtracted. You don't get any points for doing something she expects. Sorry, that's the way the game is played.
Here is a guide to the point system:
SIMPLE DUTIES
You make the bed (+1)
You make the bed, but forget the decorative pillow (0)
You throw the bedspread over rumpled sheets (-1)
You go out to buy her what she wants (+5)
In the rain (+
But return with Beer (-5)
You check out a suspicious noise at night (+1)
You check out a suspicious noise, and it is nothing (0)
You check out a suspicious noise and it is something (+5)
You pummel it with iron rod (+10)
It's her pet (-10)
SOCIAL ENGAGEMENTS
You stay by her side the entire party (0)
You stay by her side for a while, then leave to chat with a college
buddy (-2)
Named Tina (-4)
Tina is a dancer (-6)
Tina has silicon implants (-80)
HER BIRTHDAY
You take her out to dinner (0)
You take her out to dinner and it's not a sports bar (+1)
Okay, it's a sports bar (-2)
And it's all-you-can-eat night (-3)
It's a sports bar, it's all-you-can-eat night, and your face is painted
the colours of your favourite team (-10)
A NIGHT OUT
You take her to a movie (+2)
You take her to a movie she likes (+4)
You take her to a movie you hate (+6)
You take her to a movie you like (-2)
It's called 'DeathCop' (-3)
You lied and said it was a foreign film about orphans (-15)
YOUR PHYSIQUE
You develop a noticeable potbelly (-15)
You develop a noticeable potbelly and exercise to get rid of
it (+10)
You develop a noticeable potbelly and resort to baggy jeans
and baggy Hawaiian shirts (-30)
You say, "It doesn't matter, you have one too." (-8000)
COMMUNICATION
When she wants to talk about a problem , you listen, displaying what looks like a concerned __ _ex-pression (0)
You listen, for over 30 minutes (+50)
You listen for more than 30 minutes without looking at the TV(+500)
She realizes this is because you have fallen asleep (-10000)
Now what chance do you have???
Here is a guide to the point system:
SIMPLE DUTIES
You make the bed (+1)
You make the bed, but forget the decorative pillow (0)
You throw the bedspread over rumpled sheets (-1)
You go out to buy her what she wants (+5)
In the rain (+
But return with Beer (-5)
You check out a suspicious noise at night (+1)
You check out a suspicious noise, and it is nothing (0)
You check out a suspicious noise and it is something (+5)
You pummel it with iron rod (+10)
It's her pet (-10)
SOCIAL ENGAGEMENTS
You stay by her side the entire party (0)
You stay by her side for a while, then leave to chat with a college
buddy (-2)
Named Tina (-4)
Tina is a dancer (-6)
Tina has silicon implants (-80)
HER BIRTHDAY
You take her out to dinner (0)
You take her out to dinner and it's not a sports bar (+1)
Okay, it's a sports bar (-2)
And it's all-you-can-eat night (-3)
It's a sports bar, it's all-you-can-eat night, and your face is painted
the colours of your favourite team (-10)
A NIGHT OUT
You take her to a movie (+2)
You take her to a movie she likes (+4)
You take her to a movie you hate (+6)
You take her to a movie you like (-2)
It's called 'DeathCop' (-3)
You lied and said it was a foreign film about orphans (-15)
YOUR PHYSIQUE
You develop a noticeable potbelly (-15)
You develop a noticeable potbelly and exercise to get rid of
it (+10)
You develop a noticeable potbelly and resort to baggy jeans
and baggy Hawaiian shirts (-30)
You say, "It doesn't matter, you have one too." (-8000)
COMMUNICATION
When she wants to talk about a problem , you listen, displaying what looks like a concerned __ _ex-pression (0)
You listen, for over 30 minutes (+50)
You listen for more than 30 minutes without looking at the TV(+500)
She realizes this is because you have fallen asleep (-10000)
Now what chance do you have???
Thursday Rants
Only 64%...Mildly stressed I must say but why do I feel as though I am too stressed out...maybe like 84% instead of what it's been shown. Anyway moving on to why I am feeling stressed out...answer is simple...MONEY.
I need money to pay for the house agent's fees. Example...if the house is...back track..not a house. I mean an apartment. In SG, you don't get a house (with garage, backyard, garden space and whatsoever)..you get a corridor which of course should be accessible for other folks to pass by. Having potted plants is not encourageable but tolerable. Plants/leaves/flowes should not obstruct flow of traffic. No bicycle should be parked outside your door as the chances are you would not see them tomorrow. New house you don't get the 2 steps before entering your hole. I am really going off line here. Example if a house cost S$220,000 (all currency use is SG Dollars), agent fee is 1% of it plus 5% GST (goods & service tax) out of that 1%. plus the hole report of your intended purchase...$178, processing fee + chooping the hole = roughly around S$3000. I don't have that kind of money lying around.
To make matters even worse, we have decided to change lawyer as the present is BLOODY, FREAKING LAZY BITCH!!! who delays meetings, does not answer her call. Can you imagin you telling your client that client should suits to her timing. And if she were to set up meeting, on the last hour she would cancelled them with interesting excuses. My sis had enough and decided to change the lawyer...and she refuses to returned back our money.
I need to rest my head...as work beckons me. :(
I need money to pay for the house agent's fees. Example...if the house is...back track..not a house. I mean an apartment. In SG, you don't get a house (with garage, backyard, garden space and whatsoever)..you get a corridor which of course should be accessible for other folks to pass by. Having potted plants is not encourageable but tolerable. Plants/leaves/flowes should not obstruct flow of traffic. No bicycle should be parked outside your door as the chances are you would not see them tomorrow. New house you don't get the 2 steps before entering your hole. I am really going off line here. Example if a house cost S$220,000 (all currency use is SG Dollars), agent fee is 1% of it plus 5% GST (goods & service tax) out of that 1%. plus the hole report of your intended purchase...$178, processing fee + chooping the hole = roughly around S$3000. I don't have that kind of money lying around.
To make matters even worse, we have decided to change lawyer as the present is BLOODY, FREAKING LAZY BITCH!!! who delays meetings, does not answer her call. Can you imagin you telling your client that client should suits to her timing. And if she were to set up meeting, on the last hour she would cancelled them with interesting excuses. My sis had enough and decided to change the lawyer...and she refuses to returned back our money.
I need to rest my head...as work beckons me. :(
How Stressed Are You?
| Your Stress Level is: 64% |
 You are prone to stress, and you're probably even pretty stressed right now. Life's problems seem to pile up on you, and this often makes you feel depressed and burned out. Learn to take time to relax and enjoy life, even if things are stressful. It's the only wa you'll get through the bad times. |
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Another 2 Days B4
The last time I stopped was at combing. Had to stop as today is Wednesday so it means nervous day...not for me but for DBo. He turns into a nervous wreck on Mon, Wed and Fri. That is when he has to see the monkeys and goats across the carpark. Back track...back to combing...
Combing my hair as I walked from my house to the driver's house for my daily lift to office. It took me 15mins of speed-walking as I have to climb that short hill and you are wondering hills in Singapore...there is no hills in here other than the Bukit Timah Hill. So over the hills, waddle thru the short lake (minor road), thru the forest canopies (covered walkway) and out into the open field I must pass to find the house that reside the One. Stopped, fan myself (I bring a small manual fan), wipe my glasses, sat down, unzip my bag, and start doing my cross-stitch. I manage a 10mins squeeze. By time, I reach the house, its 05:50hrs. The driver would come at 06:02hrs. Greet him, get on the mini van and well of course after packing my cross-stitch back into my bag. I feel like Mary Poppins. Everything can fit into the bag. Fell asleep until I reach the office.
Meanwhile, while I was asleep on the long and bumpy journey. The driver went to pick up his daily epok-epok to sell to the Banglas or local staffs. The smell of epok-epok was nice at first but smelling it every morning, it makes you feel sick only. No more sardine or potato for me. Besides the epok2 that he gets from his friends does not taste very nice especially the sardines. More onions than sardine. Might as well you called it epok2 bawang. At first, the sardines were not properly cooked...ok...I am getting off track now. Therefore, along the way, it goes and stops at various locations to pick my other colleagues and my boss and his boss..the Koreans. One thing for sure, they have never seen door in their entire life. As everyone that gets onto the minivan would slam it, so hard that it is just seconds away from the glass windows being shattered into pieces. I had a talked with one of the guys. I told them, if they were to do that again, I would personally slammed their head into the glass.
Reached the office, while still sleepy-eyed and yawning, they wake up and straight into the mess hall for breakfast. Do not ask me what they had but according to former boss, cat food has never tasted better. I am off to my office, switched on my pc and the rest of pcs. My pc is like the main brain. They could only access my pc to get all the required information’s. In addition, the rest of pc's where I had stored the original documents would be uploaded onto mine every evening before I left for house or morning before my Dbo finishes his breakfast. I even make additional back-up copies onto my second hard disk, just in case everyone crashed. Nope, I am not being Singaporean...all kiasu. This kiasuim is good coz; they used to amend my originals and even deleted them. I could have strangled them.
Too tired now, would continue tomorrow. I do not there would be much changes as it is a routine.
Combing my hair as I walked from my house to the driver's house for my daily lift to office. It took me 15mins of speed-walking as I have to climb that short hill and you are wondering hills in Singapore...there is no hills in here other than the Bukit Timah Hill. So over the hills, waddle thru the short lake (minor road), thru the forest canopies (covered walkway) and out into the open field I must pass to find the house that reside the One. Stopped, fan myself (I bring a small manual fan), wipe my glasses, sat down, unzip my bag, and start doing my cross-stitch. I manage a 10mins squeeze. By time, I reach the house, its 05:50hrs. The driver would come at 06:02hrs. Greet him, get on the mini van and well of course after packing my cross-stitch back into my bag. I feel like Mary Poppins. Everything can fit into the bag. Fell asleep until I reach the office.
Meanwhile, while I was asleep on the long and bumpy journey. The driver went to pick up his daily epok-epok to sell to the Banglas or local staffs. The smell of epok-epok was nice at first but smelling it every morning, it makes you feel sick only. No more sardine or potato for me. Besides the epok2 that he gets from his friends does not taste very nice especially the sardines. More onions than sardine. Might as well you called it epok2 bawang. At first, the sardines were not properly cooked...ok...I am getting off track now. Therefore, along the way, it goes and stops at various locations to pick my other colleagues and my boss and his boss..the Koreans. One thing for sure, they have never seen door in their entire life. As everyone that gets onto the minivan would slam it, so hard that it is just seconds away from the glass windows being shattered into pieces. I had a talked with one of the guys. I told them, if they were to do that again, I would personally slammed their head into the glass.
Reached the office, while still sleepy-eyed and yawning, they wake up and straight into the mess hall for breakfast. Do not ask me what they had but according to former boss, cat food has never tasted better. I am off to my office, switched on my pc and the rest of pcs. My pc is like the main brain. They could only access my pc to get all the required information’s. In addition, the rest of pc's where I had stored the original documents would be uploaded onto mine every evening before I left for house or morning before my Dbo finishes his breakfast. I even make additional back-up copies onto my second hard disk, just in case everyone crashed. Nope, I am not being Singaporean...all kiasu. This kiasuim is good coz; they used to amend my originals and even deleted them. I could have strangled them.
Too tired now, would continue tomorrow. I do not there would be much changes as it is a routine.
Another 3 days B4
Let's talk about ME Aren't we doing that, you might be asking. Nope, not really about me so far...let's talk about the real me. I try to break away from a routine, but I simply can't. The moment, I reached the office...ok.. back track time.
The roosters crowing and cows are mooing early in the morning, Look at the alarm clock, it's 04:35hrs and my handphone it's 04:28hrs. I had set both alarms, one with a simply dreadful mad cow mooing and a high-pitched rooster. Well I can't call it a hen as the rooster is always doing it. The dread noise had woke me up from my brief slumber. It's just 10mins ago when I fall asleep. Damn another day at work still.....yamn...press the alarm...Die you cow and rooster and went back to sleep. I simply woke up at 05:37hrs without the dreadful noise. Man! I'm gonna be late....Spring out of the bed as though I've been jolted with the MRT volts. Grab my tootbrush off for a quick shower. I was done in 5mins flat.
Hmmm...now what to wear....what to wear. I have alot of clothes in my room, in the 2 cupboards, in the box, in the laundry basket and on the floor. Those that are strewn everywhere are clean clothes, washed and perfumed by Softlan. Those on the floors are meant to be wash. I only wash my clothes once a week. And I only have 7 set of clothes to wear every week. The whole reason for all the untidiness is my mom and eldest sis. They have a problem with my room and anything that is in my room. Anything that in my room is a curiosity to them eventhough thay are basically clothes, books, papers, more books and papers. They are the HUGE BUSYBODY in the family...oh next in line would be youngest sis. She have a thing for what she see and can wear it means she keep them. You can't imagine how full packed and about to burst the wardrobes are with all the 'goodies' she kapo from the house and on to her house. She must be watching too many of the orang-utan movies...u know Dungston Something. So if things is all over the place, they do not come in and said that you could probably see a snake in there. I have no problems with real snakes...it's the fake snakes that I'm having a problem.
Just grab my Egyptian skirt and beige tee, grab my bags that is full of cross-stitch threads, snip, charts, 2 magazines at least, wallet, house keys, comb (comb my hair along the way)
The roosters crowing and cows are mooing early in the morning, Look at the alarm clock, it's 04:35hrs and my handphone it's 04:28hrs. I had set both alarms, one with a simply dreadful mad cow mooing and a high-pitched rooster. Well I can't call it a hen as the rooster is always doing it. The dread noise had woke me up from my brief slumber. It's just 10mins ago when I fall asleep. Damn another day at work still.....yamn...press the alarm...Die you cow and rooster and went back to sleep. I simply woke up at 05:37hrs without the dreadful noise. Man! I'm gonna be late....Spring out of the bed as though I've been jolted with the MRT volts. Grab my tootbrush off for a quick shower. I was done in 5mins flat.
Hmmm...now what to wear....what to wear. I have alot of clothes in my room, in the 2 cupboards, in the box, in the laundry basket and on the floor. Those that are strewn everywhere are clean clothes, washed and perfumed by Softlan. Those on the floors are meant to be wash. I only wash my clothes once a week. And I only have 7 set of clothes to wear every week. The whole reason for all the untidiness is my mom and eldest sis. They have a problem with my room and anything that is in my room. Anything that in my room is a curiosity to them eventhough thay are basically clothes, books, papers, more books and papers. They are the HUGE BUSYBODY in the family...oh next in line would be youngest sis. She have a thing for what she see and can wear it means she keep them. You can't imagine how full packed and about to burst the wardrobes are with all the 'goodies' she kapo from the house and on to her house. She must be watching too many of the orang-utan movies...u know Dungston Something. So if things is all over the place, they do not come in and said that you could probably see a snake in there. I have no problems with real snakes...it's the fake snakes that I'm having a problem.
Just grab my Egyptian skirt and beige tee, grab my bags that is full of cross-stitch threads, snip, charts, 2 magazines at least, wallet, house keys, comb (comb my hair along the way)
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
5 Down
I weigh myself last night after dinner and resting. Yup 5kgs down but more to go. It's just a week. I'm really serious about losing all those extra baggages that I have been carrying around me for years.
After giving birth, I could fit into my jeans but now I can't. The jeans still in my closet and I'm going to do something about it. No more sewing big dresses or skirts for me. I've decided to make a change, live longer and healthily if not for myself at least for my son. I'm taking baby steps at the moment.
I was doing a brief cleaning last night of my old clothes, old bills, old papers. I found my cross-stitching books. More about them on the Xstitch site. I don't want to mixed but there is not black line as almost everything is intertwined. I had to pop the clothes in bag to throw them away or else would stop me from throwing and would think of ways to recycle them. That way, I would never get rid of them. So with my trusty scissors..snip. snip away and off to the bin.
I wonder why I had kept all those old bills. It all started from my former boss, Mr Ian Winfieldale. Good man and I miss him. I wish I can continue working with him but he had gone to Taiwan to concentrate on a new job. Everyone should have a father like him. He is so kind, wonderful, funny. Yes very funny in fact, he can make all kinds of Merry Melodies cartoon songs. I think he likes to do tweety bird. He have cats at home and whenever he did a tweety, I asked him, "Are you safe staying at home with the cats?" We all laugh. My project manager, Mr John Latham aka smiling tiger, The secretary, Ms Norizan, Engineer, Mr Mark Wood, Quality guy, Mr Antony Tindale, the train guy, Mr Malcolm Stevenson. It was like a happy family. I can certainly blend in with the Brits. Their sense of humour is interesting and you have to really understand what they actually joke about.
More after this as DBoss is here....ciao....lol
After giving birth, I could fit into my jeans but now I can't. The jeans still in my closet and I'm going to do something about it. No more sewing big dresses or skirts for me. I've decided to make a change, live longer and healthily if not for myself at least for my son. I'm taking baby steps at the moment.
I was doing a brief cleaning last night of my old clothes, old bills, old papers. I found my cross-stitching books. More about them on the Xstitch site. I don't want to mixed but there is not black line as almost everything is intertwined. I had to pop the clothes in bag to throw them away or else would stop me from throwing and would think of ways to recycle them. That way, I would never get rid of them. So with my trusty scissors..snip. snip away and off to the bin.
I wonder why I had kept all those old bills. It all started from my former boss, Mr Ian Winfieldale. Good man and I miss him. I wish I can continue working with him but he had gone to Taiwan to concentrate on a new job. Everyone should have a father like him. He is so kind, wonderful, funny. Yes very funny in fact, he can make all kinds of Merry Melodies cartoon songs. I think he likes to do tweety bird. He have cats at home and whenever he did a tweety, I asked him, "Are you safe staying at home with the cats?" We all laugh. My project manager, Mr John Latham aka smiling tiger, The secretary, Ms Norizan, Engineer, Mr Mark Wood, Quality guy, Mr Antony Tindale, the train guy, Mr Malcolm Stevenson. It was like a happy family. I can certainly blend in with the Brits. Their sense of humour is interesting and you have to really understand what they actually joke about.
More after this as DBoss is here....ciao....lol
Monday, June 13, 2005
An Update
I have been crappy the whole of last week, something just cropped up at the last minute and all best laid plans do not proceed smoothly. I even get into a heated row over sms not verbally as it is too stressful. Smsing is much easier as you can edit and add before you press SEND.
Monday, yet another day. The monkey across the office called me early in the morning. Well not really early considering the time they start work at 8:30am. Oh by the way, Geotechnical "big people" came in late almost all the time. Not surprising if he doesn't know what is going on site. Enough about the "big people" (name have been concealed to protect me from being eliminated from the working industry), let's get back to his monkey and goat. The goat does not bother me so much now that monkey is back in charge. Rang me up and told him I've transferred the files to them. Surprisingly in the afternoon, the boss asked my boss and another useless kucing kurap if I had transferred. What the world have come to. Look, there is limit to my patience and tolerance level. But to make me a scapegoat for your own laziness and ignorance, that is not acceptable. Simply not acceptable.
One escape the frying pan and onto a greener pastures. Good for him. It's about time, 'he' realised that 'he' employed useless people to work for him. Really stressful, how I wish I can rant without being so vague about it.
Gassy man: I would not be able to work the whole points on Sat morning.
Me: That's all right, you can start on Friday and continue on Sat.
Gassy Man: But not enough time as I have to start somewhere else and no time to go to the other location.
Gassy man left the room
Me: Fixed Ear, you tell me, how long does it take to monitor the whole building.
Fixed Ear: About 30mins and a short walk to the next building. Another 30mins for that...most likely 1hr 30mins the max.
Me: So why in the Hell, he tell me he can't finish it. There is no such thing as being lazy. Not to worry, I get him screwed for sure.
Inilah manusia, bila sudah ada kerja, tak mahu bekerja dan mengada-ngada aje. Ikut cakap orang pun tak nak, semua tak boleh. Dia ingat da bos kompeni nie agaknya. Tak sedar diri, kalau macam gini dari dual dah panggil Mr Chris buang dia. Absolute rubbish and useless bugger. I wonder why we employ him in the first place. Well it takes a stupid person to employ another stupid person. If he works in "G", I've fired him long time ago. Lazy cow.
We would see what tomorrow brings now that big boss had the letter from a good fren. I'm most definitely not going to take up the extra workload left by him. It was me who gives up in the 1st place...lol.. Anyway, worse come to worse, I applied my important documents. Get the approval and tata...bye-bye goodbye.
Monday, yet another day. The monkey across the office called me early in the morning. Well not really early considering the time they start work at 8:30am. Oh by the way, Geotechnical "big people" came in late almost all the time. Not surprising if he doesn't know what is going on site. Enough about the "big people" (name have been concealed to protect me from being eliminated from the working industry), let's get back to his monkey and goat. The goat does not bother me so much now that monkey is back in charge. Rang me up and told him I've transferred the files to them. Surprisingly in the afternoon, the boss asked my boss and another useless kucing kurap if I had transferred. What the world have come to. Look, there is limit to my patience and tolerance level. But to make me a scapegoat for your own laziness and ignorance, that is not acceptable. Simply not acceptable.
One escape the frying pan and onto a greener pastures. Good for him. It's about time, 'he' realised that 'he' employed useless people to work for him. Really stressful, how I wish I can rant without being so vague about it.
Gassy man: I would not be able to work the whole points on Sat morning.
Me: That's all right, you can start on Friday and continue on Sat.
Gassy Man: But not enough time as I have to start somewhere else and no time to go to the other location.
Gassy man left the room
Me: Fixed Ear, you tell me, how long does it take to monitor the whole building.
Fixed Ear: About 30mins and a short walk to the next building. Another 30mins for that...most likely 1hr 30mins the max.
Me: So why in the Hell, he tell me he can't finish it. There is no such thing as being lazy. Not to worry, I get him screwed for sure.
Inilah manusia, bila sudah ada kerja, tak mahu bekerja dan mengada-ngada aje. Ikut cakap orang pun tak nak, semua tak boleh. Dia ingat da bos kompeni nie agaknya. Tak sedar diri, kalau macam gini dari dual dah panggil Mr Chris buang dia. Absolute rubbish and useless bugger. I wonder why we employ him in the first place. Well it takes a stupid person to employ another stupid person. If he works in "G", I've fired him long time ago. Lazy cow.
We would see what tomorrow brings now that big boss had the letter from a good fren. I'm most definitely not going to take up the extra workload left by him. It was me who gives up in the 1st place...lol.. Anyway, worse come to worse, I applied my important documents. Get the approval and tata...bye-bye goodbye.
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