I'm happy to be employed, and time seems to be passing indecently fast, but unfortunately it doesnt apply when I'm actually in the office. We're just practically living for two big moments during office hours from 8.30 to 5.30.
Typical day at work :
0830 Reach office, throws bag under the table, turn on computer, stone.
0845 Reads soccernet, manutd.com, newsnow - Man Utd.
0900 Goes to pantry, fills cup with whatever I feel like drinking.
0905 Working - zones out.
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1215 Promptly loses 100% efficiency rate and starts to disturb people around me.
1230 Lunch!
1315 Round of table tennis.
1330 Returns to work and promptly zones out.
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1715 Promptly loses 100% efficiency rate and starts to disturb people around me.
1730 Packs bag and joins the queue to tap out.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
employment.
A nail biting finale, in which on that fateful morning I finally received the call from my would-be employers that they would be offering me the job instead of the faceless two other (tempted to use a really appropriate expletive that accurately describes them but decides not to) competitors that popped outta no where.
The start of the month spells out a new chapter in life for me, as I donned the uncomfortable office attire and put on leather shoes to kick start my CPF account.
The excitement of joining the workforce promptly lasted 10mins after I left my house on the first day as I battled with frenzied ah sohs (who strangely have so much energy so early in the morning) to board the bus filled with sleepy students, the working force, and the Crazies.
(I dubbed those that prefer to do their own stuff in the wee hours of the morning than to sleep in as the Crazies.)
Incidentally, just so that my day gets worse, the bulk of the people on the bus alights at the stop just BEFORE mine. So I will only get a seat for one stop. Lovely. Not to mention the next bus I take, if I don't get a seat, means I'll be standing for 15-20mins depending on the traffic jam on the expressway.
Luckily, I found a new way to work, the company bus @ kovan. So its like going back to the JC days all over again.
Work is more bearable when you have good friends working in the building/beside you/floor itself. Especially when we "bump into each other" in the pantry.
The start of the month spells out a new chapter in life for me, as I donned the uncomfortable office attire and put on leather shoes to kick start my CPF account.
The excitement of joining the workforce promptly lasted 10mins after I left my house on the first day as I battled with frenzied ah sohs (who strangely have so much energy so early in the morning) to board the bus filled with sleepy students, the working force, and the Crazies.
(I dubbed those that prefer to do their own stuff in the wee hours of the morning than to sleep in as the Crazies.)
Incidentally, just so that my day gets worse, the bulk of the people on the bus alights at the stop just BEFORE mine. So I will only get a seat for one stop. Lovely. Not to mention the next bus I take, if I don't get a seat, means I'll be standing for 15-20mins depending on the traffic jam on the expressway.
Luckily, I found a new way to work, the company bus @ kovan. So its like going back to the JC days all over again.
Work is more bearable when you have good friends working in the building/beside you/floor itself. Especially when we "bump into each other" in the pantry.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
my best friends.
With all the technology now, where camera-less handphones are becoming rare breeds (eat that suffering pple in NS!), I find that it is still quite difficult to get a group photo with everyone present. Strange no?
Here are some rare photos of my favourite people all together with me.
The last photo is to make up for the bad photo of Alwin in the first photo. =D
Here are some rare photos of my favourite people all together with me.
The last photo is to make up for the bad photo of Alwin in the first photo. =DWednesday, January 28, 2009
it starts from young.
My baby cousins, Tiffany and Christine. They are so adorable, but I failed to get a photo of them dancing together. I bet lots of guys would be queueing up to woo them when they grow up.(If Facebook still exists 15yrs down the road, I bet Christine would have millions of self portraits uploaded on her account.)
Monday, January 26, 2009
young at heart.
If you knew me better, you would know that I really dislike kids. Especially those kids that throw temper tantrums, yell, shout, cry, and basically making a hell lot of noise that would invariably give me a headache.
I was even thinking along the lines of NOT having children after/if I get married.
(forgive me my future wife.)
Perhaps I'm growing old, or the idea of children is growing on me. Hmm. But I'm beginning to like children, well at least the more well behaved ones that respond to you. With their baby talk and scuttling around on their little legs, they are actually quite adorable.
I have been spending some time with my baby cousin during this festive period. She's so lovable. She doesn't cry when she fell over accidentally, she'd only run up to her father and show him where she hit herself, and the father only needs to acknowledge her complaint and she'd just scuttle happily away.
Here's a photo of her being amazed by a camera hand phone and she identifies people through the phone.
Maybe it is true that fathers favour daughters more, and mothers sons; I rather have a daughter.
I was even thinking along the lines of NOT having children after/if I get married.
(forgive me my future wife.)
Perhaps I'm growing old, or the idea of children is growing on me. Hmm. But I'm beginning to like children, well at least the more well behaved ones that respond to you. With their baby talk and scuttling around on their little legs, they are actually quite adorable.
I have been spending some time with my baby cousin during this festive period. She's so lovable. She doesn't cry when she fell over accidentally, she'd only run up to her father and show him where she hit herself, and the father only needs to acknowledge her complaint and she'd just scuttle happily away.
Here's a photo of her being amazed by a camera hand phone and she identifies people through the phone.
Maybe it is true that fathers favour daughters more, and mothers sons; I rather have a daughter.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
minor nuisances.
When you're late, or in a rush, things tend to go wrong. Having established that, I realised some things that always occur to me when I'm in a rush. (but this does NOT mean that I'm always late.)
One nuisance that is on the top of my list.
Before I go out, it is a habit of mine to bathe before leaving the house. Just when I closed the door and locked the padlock on my gate, I would suddenly ask myself if I switched off the heater. My heater is an external heater and it is a complete waste of electricity if you leave it switched on. The greater danger is that it may overheat and meltdown if left switched on for too long.
It is with this sense of danger that always leave me with no choice but to open the door again and check, only to find out that it has been switched off after I leave the toilet, leaving me even more irritated. But then again, if I fail to check, I'd feel uneasy throughout when I'm out.
By far, I have never really been able to ascertain with 100% confidence if I have switched off the heater after my bath when I'm standing there pondering about it at my doorstep. But the most irritating thing is, it is always AFTER I have locked my door then I'll ask the heater question.
Another nuisance.
When I'm in a rush, I tend to move faster, do everything faster, and therefore, start to perspire after my nice and cool bath. Nothing irks me more before I go out is that I'm perspiring like no one's business even before I do anything.
So, after I changed my clothes in my room, I will make sure the windows are open and the fan is turned on as I start preening my hair. I remember last time, before an important date, I turned on the aircon in my room before I went to bathe to maintain a cool temperature in the room when I'm changing.
I wonder if anyone else has the same heater problem as I do?
One nuisance that is on the top of my list.
Before I go out, it is a habit of mine to bathe before leaving the house. Just when I closed the door and locked the padlock on my gate, I would suddenly ask myself if I switched off the heater. My heater is an external heater and it is a complete waste of electricity if you leave it switched on. The greater danger is that it may overheat and meltdown if left switched on for too long.
It is with this sense of danger that always leave me with no choice but to open the door again and check, only to find out that it has been switched off after I leave the toilet, leaving me even more irritated. But then again, if I fail to check, I'd feel uneasy throughout when I'm out.
By far, I have never really been able to ascertain with 100% confidence if I have switched off the heater after my bath when I'm standing there pondering about it at my doorstep. But the most irritating thing is, it is always AFTER I have locked my door then I'll ask the heater question.
Another nuisance.
When I'm in a rush, I tend to move faster, do everything faster, and therefore, start to perspire after my nice and cool bath. Nothing irks me more before I go out is that I'm perspiring like no one's business even before I do anything.
So, after I changed my clothes in my room, I will make sure the windows are open and the fan is turned on as I start preening my hair. I remember last time, before an important date, I turned on the aircon in my room before I went to bathe to maintain a cool temperature in the room when I'm changing.
I wonder if anyone else has the same heater problem as I do?
Saturday, January 24, 2009
our PRINCEss of Tennis.
Tennis. Are we that obsessed with that particular sport? Maybe you don't perspire too much? That we can laugh (at wilander) together? But I believe the prime reason why we (apart from wilander, again.) like to get together and play tennis is the post-tennis slacking/jiao-weing session is sorely missed during our stint in NS.
We went to play tennis again at the birdcage, with this time zw bringing his girl along, finally. It had been an on-going joke that us as zw's best frens knew his colleague more than May herself. I remember myself only uttering ONE sentence to her when zw was in hospital, for the whole 2years plus they have been dating. But as it turns out, May seems like a pretty cool girl and she can understand our weird sense of humour. (As I would expect out of the 2yrs of training with zw, heh.)
Welcome new Slacker!
Somehow I feel that us as a group, has become even closer and more tightly knitted than before. And I feel that it has been this new Slacker that contributed quite a fair bit.
We drove around in zw's ride and after prata we ended up (somehow) at Sembawang Beach and we talked about the Sands of Time, about our past experiences and general rubbish. Mysteriously enough, I had quite a bit of the Sands from sembawang beach in my shoes after we went to play the swings.
I had the pleasure of sending our new Slacker back home.
(:
We went to play tennis again at the birdcage, with this time zw bringing his girl along, finally. It had been an on-going joke that us as zw's best frens knew his colleague more than May herself. I remember myself only uttering ONE sentence to her when zw was in hospital, for the whole 2years plus they have been dating. But as it turns out, May seems like a pretty cool girl and she can understand our weird sense of humour. (As I would expect out of the 2yrs of training with zw, heh.)
Welcome new Slacker!
Somehow I feel that us as a group, has become even closer and more tightly knitted than before. And I feel that it has been this new Slacker that contributed quite a fair bit.
We drove around in zw's ride and after prata we ended up (somehow) at Sembawang Beach and we talked about the Sands of Time, about our past experiences and general rubbish. Mysteriously enough, I had quite a bit of the Sands from sembawang beach in my shoes after we went to play the swings.
I had the pleasure of sending our new Slacker back home.
(:
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