Due to my poor time management skills... Always using the same phrases, lame excuses and all those boring - incomplete entries... Due to my poor management of human relationships and lack of resources... Due to listening to too many CDs... I've decided to temporarily stop blogging. Please don't bother to check back for a week!!
I need to sort out my thinking. I will be visiting the library to go for retraining... Remember! Learn, Relearn and Unlearn! The library is a fascinating place to live in. I've been busy reading on the cosmos... Nah.
No more jobs for me (see the incomplete 'Misadventure'). My hands are full with tackling the choir and guitar course...
My loyal readers, thank you for all your support! =D (Sorry for the inconvenience...)
Thursday, April 08, 2004
Thursday, April 01, 2004
No Surprises.
A heart that's full up like a landfill,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won't heal.
You look so tired-unhappy,
bring down the government,
they don't, they don't speak for us.
I'll take a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,
with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
Silent - silence.
This is my final fit,
my final bellyache,
with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises please.
Such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden.
No alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises please.
It's amazing how they can make a melody out of such grim lyrics...
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won't heal.
You look so tired-unhappy,
bring down the government,
they don't, they don't speak for us.
I'll take a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,
with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
Silent - silence.
This is my final fit,
my final bellyache,
with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises please.
Such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden.
No alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises please.
It's amazing how they can make a melody out of such grim lyrics...
Tuesday, March 30, 2004
OK Computer rocks!!
Now that I've bought the album, I'm convinced OK Computer is the Best Rock Album of the 20th Century! ^_^
Airbag - flying around in space...
Paranoid Android - 'Gigantic' song, a fine example of progressive rock.
Subterranean Homesick Alien - alien abduction?
Exit Music (For A Film) - Romeo and Juliet film credits.
Let Down - spaced out. Helpless. My favourite!
Karma Police - arrest me! Cool.
Fitter Happier = more productive
Electioneering - I trust I can rely on your vote. Is this Rock N' Roll?
Climbing Up The Walls - scary screaming.
No Surprises - nice, lovely song!
Lucky - cool electric guitar solo in the middle...
The Tourist - almost perfect! Ending the album by striking a triangle...
Coldplay's Parachutes is also very good. X_x I mean it has very affecting songs too. How to illustrate how I feel?
Coldplay + Radiohead = Coldhead + Radioplay
Not meaning... I'VE BECOME SO DUMB I CAN'T FEEL U THERE... BECOME MORE LIKE ME AND BE LESS LIKE U!! ^_^
Err... Sorry, I'm not thinking straight.
"I'll be alright. I'm just UPTIGHT!"
Airbag - flying around in space...
Paranoid Android - 'Gigantic' song, a fine example of progressive rock.
Subterranean Homesick Alien - alien abduction?
Exit Music (For A Film) - Romeo and Juliet film credits.
Let Down - spaced out. Helpless. My favourite!
Karma Police - arrest me! Cool.
Fitter Happier = more productive
Electioneering - I trust I can rely on your vote. Is this Rock N' Roll?
Climbing Up The Walls - scary screaming.
No Surprises - nice, lovely song!
Lucky - cool electric guitar solo in the middle...
The Tourist - almost perfect! Ending the album by striking a triangle...
Coldplay's Parachutes is also very good. X_x I mean it has very affecting songs too. How to illustrate how I feel?
Coldplay + Radiohead = Coldhead + Radioplay
Not meaning... I'VE BECOME SO DUMB I CAN'T FEEL U THERE... BECOME MORE LIKE ME AND BE LESS LIKE U!! ^_^
Err... Sorry, I'm not thinking straight.
"I'll be alright. I'm just UPTIGHT!"
Friday, March 26, 2004
Misadventure.
Me and 2 other friends (Shi Ming & Wong Chyi) went job-seeking. We arrived on our appointment 30 minutes late. A day in the life of a gardener, this whole experience was due... TO GREED.
Boss, a middle-aged, clean-shaven Chinese man, arrived in his lorry with a loadful of plants. He did not take our lateness kindly. We were instructed to unload the plant troughs...
"Why did you carry out so many? I said FOUR... only FOUR - and I mean EXACTLY FOUR."
"I am a DISCERNING person..." He said all this sternly, in English.
With the words drilled into my head, I returned the additional trough to the lorry. I got Shi Ming to sit with him in the front, while Wong Chyi and I clambered up the back of the lorry. The engine started.
The lorry sped away. It was my first time sitting in the back of a lorry. It was hard to get comfortable, squeezing in with the potted plants. Yet I felt a sense of compensation, with the wind blowing in my hair.
'Life is an adventure,' I thought.
We left the old Seletar Airfield. We were somewhere in the 'desolate' north, far away from our homes... We passed by fields of tall grass, from afar, an LRT station, and some shophouses in the town. We found ourselves - in the middle of nowhere at the gate of a private semi-detached house. We could distinctly hear drilling and hammering in the background. It was currently under construction.
This morning started at 6AM where the 'Big 3' met to take MRT from Paya Lebar to the North East Line, Sengkang. On arrival, I forced my friends to forget about punctuality and let's go have breakfast at Compass Point Mc Donalds. I could still taste that delicious Spanish Omelette Bagel in my mouth...
The Boss explained to us, "two of you stay here, one follow me."
We were to conduct weeding! Dig out the black roots of the abundant cyress-grass with a chang-kol. Roots that look like ginseng. Just kidding. It was harrd work and I worked like a communist...
WC and I were talking to each other half of the time. He was on the optimistic side. The supervisor, a men in his 40s laboured away by himself, and called us to help him, every once in a while. Carried fences we did, dug trenches we did...
"At least the working environment here is good," he said.
"Good?" It was questionable. There was a bit of quiet, mild sunlight - yes. The foreign workers labouring away on the house were calling out to each other frequently. Some carried along a radio. There was the occassional singing from a worker.
Three hours passed, we laboured away - without much success in weeding. Boss was disappointed. He drove the work supervisor, me and my friends to the Seletar Food Centre (near the neighbourhood police post).
Back to work, we met a damned salesperson. He said who hired 2 students to do the work? And I was angry - demoralised. I suffered pain from a blister in my right hand. I thought about the pay, all the time! Can I survive this day?
Instant cement - just add water. Twas some yellow sand that turned grey when sprayed with water... Was it clay?
"It is Professionalism. We don't play here." One of his memorable quotes.
We dug a little trench parallel to the wall under call of the supervisor. There, boss laid down pipes with holes likely to seed plants
I avoided eye contact with the boss. He was critical of me. If we were to be sacked, I would be the first to go!
At the end of the day, we sat a bus home. The journey almost erased our toils in the garden, as we discussed whether to return to work tomorrow.
We didn't.
Boss, a middle-aged, clean-shaven Chinese man, arrived in his lorry with a loadful of plants. He did not take our lateness kindly. We were instructed to unload the plant troughs...
"Why did you carry out so many? I said FOUR... only FOUR - and I mean EXACTLY FOUR."
"I am a DISCERNING person..." He said all this sternly, in English.
With the words drilled into my head, I returned the additional trough to the lorry. I got Shi Ming to sit with him in the front, while Wong Chyi and I clambered up the back of the lorry. The engine started.
The lorry sped away. It was my first time sitting in the back of a lorry. It was hard to get comfortable, squeezing in with the potted plants. Yet I felt a sense of compensation, with the wind blowing in my hair.
'Life is an adventure,' I thought.
We left the old Seletar Airfield. We were somewhere in the 'desolate' north, far away from our homes... We passed by fields of tall grass, from afar, an LRT station, and some shophouses in the town. We found ourselves - in the middle of nowhere at the gate of a private semi-detached house. We could distinctly hear drilling and hammering in the background. It was currently under construction.
This morning started at 6AM where the 'Big 3' met to take MRT from Paya Lebar to the North East Line, Sengkang. On arrival, I forced my friends to forget about punctuality and let's go have breakfast at Compass Point Mc Donalds. I could still taste that delicious Spanish Omelette Bagel in my mouth...
The Boss explained to us, "two of you stay here, one follow me."
We were to conduct weeding! Dig out the black roots of the abundant cyress-grass with a chang-kol. Roots that look like ginseng. Just kidding. It was harrd work and I worked like a communist...
WC and I were talking to each other half of the time. He was on the optimistic side. The supervisor, a men in his 40s laboured away by himself, and called us to help him, every once in a while. Carried fences we did, dug trenches we did...
"At least the working environment here is good," he said.
"Good?" It was questionable. There was a bit of quiet, mild sunlight - yes. The foreign workers labouring away on the house were calling out to each other frequently. Some carried along a radio. There was the occassional singing from a worker.
Three hours passed, we laboured away - without much success in weeding. Boss was disappointed. He drove the work supervisor, me and my friends to the Seletar Food Centre (near the neighbourhood police post).
Back to work, we met a damned salesperson. He said who hired 2 students to do the work? And I was angry - demoralised. I suffered pain from a blister in my right hand. I thought about the pay, all the time! Can I survive this day?
Instant cement - just add water. Twas some yellow sand that turned grey when sprayed with water... Was it clay?
"It is Professionalism. We don't play here." One of his memorable quotes.
We dug a little trench parallel to the wall under call of the supervisor. There, boss laid down pipes with holes likely to seed plants
I avoided eye contact with the boss. He was critical of me. If we were to be sacked, I would be the first to go!
At the end of the day, we sat a bus home. The journey almost erased our toils in the garden, as we discussed whether to return to work tomorrow.
We didn't.
Monday, March 22, 2004
Hail To The Thief.
What a weekend!
Armed robbers nabbed in Singapore.
Chen Shui Bian wins the Taiwan Presidential Election.
Barisan Nasional secures landslide victory over Parliament and States.
Zhong Hao gets posted into Temasek Polytechnic.
* * *
Armed robbers nabbed... I have nothing to say about that. But did the police find all the firearms?
Chen Shui Bian secures sympathy vote by shooting himself in the stomach. What the hell? China doesn't like this guy at all. With such a marginal victory, there would be chaos and disunity among the Taiwanese. It would be difficult to be president. Why are there so many void votes? I urge Mr Chen to step down. Yeah. For the sake of the gamblers.
Armed robbers nabbed in Singapore.
Chen Shui Bian wins the Taiwan Presidential Election.
Barisan Nasional secures landslide victory over Parliament and States.
Zhong Hao gets posted into Temasek Polytechnic.
* * *
Armed robbers nabbed... I have nothing to say about that. But did the police find all the firearms?
Chen Shui Bian secures sympathy vote by shooting himself in the stomach. What the hell? China doesn't like this guy at all. With such a marginal victory, there would be chaos and disunity among the Taiwanese. It would be difficult to be president. Why are there so many void votes? I urge Mr Chen to step down. Yeah. For the sake of the gamblers.
Friday, March 19, 2004
It's not the same here without you.
On Thursday I had a great P.E. lesson with 3 other friends from 10 AM to around 12 Noon. We played basketball and street-soccer. I amused my friends with my cheap 'flying-shoe' antics. I had them in awe with a winning streak...
The end result? Sunburnt. I fell sick.
This afternoon, I almost got hit by a flying cue ball at Marine Parade Pool Junction. I was trying to take a nap when it smashed above into the wall behind me. I felt lucky to be alive now...
Besides, lately... everything's alright...
The end result? Sunburnt. I fell sick.
This afternoon, I almost got hit by a flying cue ball at Marine Parade Pool Junction. I was trying to take a nap when it smashed above into the wall behind me. I felt lucky to be alive now...
Besides, lately... everything's alright...
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