the ups and downs of mistaken identity
Saturday, August 25, 2007 (2:05 PM)
i was reading alvin's page and i thought it may not necessarily be a bad thing being mistaken for someone he is not. at least his name is the right one.
prof chng mistook him for someone in a mentoring program. she knows he is alvin chua
prof ho mistook me for someone who has been skipping lessons. he thinks i am edwin seah.
which is worse?
fairness is a weak argument
Friday, August 17, 2007 (9:24 PM)
that was what i was telling alicia today when she told me that the new students matriculated this academic year can choose to exercise the s/u option after the release of the examination results. and upon verification, i found it true.
check this page out.
and for us? still the same. s/u option before recess week. unfair? i dunno but i guess at every point a policy alters, there are bound to be some who benefit and others who don't. what's most important is that it is justified although the first thing that screamed in my mind when i found this out was the very same lexis alicia roared.
i don't care if it's a weak argument. is it coz i'm attaining nirvana soon? no. i think i'm just too lazy to challenge something that will never come to fruition.
i think i'm falling into the abyss of argumentation, but to complain? i don't wanna be another cedric.
neverending shocking list
Thursday, August 16, 2007 (11:06 PM)
i was slightly early for a module i didn't bid for and hence wasn't allocated. as i lingered outside the classroom, a few people opened the door and went in. i happened to spot this chinese guy going in and thought to myself, "hmm... never seen this guy taking malay level 1 before." but the thing is, the class was so big for level 1, that it was practically impossible for me to have spotted everyone.
after a while, i went into the freezing room and saw that same guy standing in front at the pc. i was like, "hm?" next moment, he asked if anyone knows the system password. then i thought, "oh, technician?" but why would a technician not know the password?
i didn't really cared till he started talking again then i realised.
this chinese guy is the lecturer for level 2000 malay. shocking.
he showed us his credentials. masters in malay linguistics. shocking.
from a university in new zealand. shocking.
he says 1/2 = 1/4. shocking.
he says "please tug in" when inviting someone to eat. shocking.
he is super dramatic. shocking.
he seems more interested in talking about the national song than teaching malay. shocking.
his laughter. shocking.
this list actually ends. shocking.
never hire someone you can't fire
Friday, August 10, 2007 (9:40 PM)
i decided to redo this. somehow the mess made me feel uneasy. i'm not schizophrenic. yet. neither do i have some kind of disorder. but when things don't flow, i feel like there's a bug in my butt-crack, stuck in between moving in and out. the only way out is to garner a fart huge enough and fire it straight out. bull's eye! i'm doing it right and accurate.
i didn't hire this bug but i had to fire it.
when i came to know that the company i'm currently working for is largely run by the family, - or rather, the owner's sister-in-laws - nanz chong-komo's lesson came to my mind. never hire someone you can't fire. i'm beginning to wonder how long more it can last. perhaps long enough but not earning as much as it should. perhaps.
i'm missing out on a lot of things since i started working. but if i don't, i might miss out on more. even simple things like feeding myself. i had to make sure my frame doesn't fall under anorexia. i'm not used to media attention, so stay away! i'm not anorexic. my bones are small. that's what all the anorexic people say, isn't it? but it's big enough for the bug to get between my butt-crack anyway.
the next time you smell fart from me, look out for a bug.
or rather, the next time you see a bug, hold your breath. a huge one is coming.
guys
Monday, August 06, 2007 (6:35 PM)
this speaks volume of your marksmanship (taken at cdc gents)
driew dna redriew
(1:23 PM)
the weirdest thing happened some 2 days ago. for the first time, i was actually enjoying my work, albeit a mere 3 hours of the entire 9-hour session.
today's the day where the angel hops onto my right shoulder and say, "time to get some work done" while the devil floats above my left and say "just blog." i need some salt.
after today, just another 6 more days, i'll be officially off the salaryman's list. time to work on my stuff seriously. i need a literary executive. i need an administrative manager. all these are just some crappy fronts we use to shield our bruised egos in this society where the slightest criticism can send one to the un-integrated resort in some north-eastern part of my world. not the best of places, i'd have to say. the place is depressing. in phoebe's words, "if i have to work here, i'd kill myself"
time to get working on my ideal so i'd live up to the fallcious designation imprinted on some paper. we rest our egos on these.
mazda 3. december 2008. go turret!
the customer is always right
Thursday, August 02, 2007 (10:55 PM)
this is a fundamentally flawed concept. whoever came up with this idea must have been crazed. probably some evil residents thought about it 28 days later but i am totally against this.
simply put, i am not cut out for retail. i typed a whole lot of content here but i decided to remove them. i need some anger management.
i just don't like some of them. smug-faced. and i still have to smile like some idiot. but what to do? in retail, you're bound to meet fucked-up customers. i thought i've learnt that during my mj stint. and i had. just that, it's been so long, i kinda forgot the feeling. then again, i believe it's a process. so people, don't make things unnecessarily hard for retailers.
despite the few black sheeps, i'm thankful most of them are nice people. deepest gratitude to the great customers.