work
Checking out erika's blog makes me wanna post pictures of my workplace, except that i don't know if what i do there is considered work or not....O_o. Well, the up side is i dont need to do much and get to lunge ponies, the downside is that well i get no ch$ng ch$ng, and now i look as dark as a Filipino maid. Yes, i was in a lift together with my maid, another maid and a seemingly Singaporean couple. The woman gave us this strange look, and said in chinese to her husband/male companion(?), "yesterday, my auntie's gong ren (worker/maid) ran away. i don't know what was that about". Cough. yeah, like i wouldn't understand Chinese. :P
Aside from not knowing how to entertain kids, i guess my time there is not so bad, as the public enemy isnt really giving me any trouble, and i'm just there for the experience. Though it frustrates me when i can't get around the brats and make them fucking listen and pay attention. I guess its like mike syndrome. for me riding is no games and no nonsense, and that doesn't work with kids -_- :(((
Recently i met up with the hexies at Marine parade to celebrate, or rather cheer manda up on her return to Singapore. If i were her, i'd want an aussie PR too. or japanese, or german. But well, too many things in singapore that i don't want to give up to make me move to another country now. Somehow its come to a point where i don't want to work myself too hard for the sake of a career and high income cos i keep thinking that one day, or tomorrow, i might just unexpectedly be 1) knocked down by a bus, 2) the taxi i'm in gets into some serious accident, 3)my plane crashes, 4) get robbed/raped/killed on my way home 5) a flower pot drops on my head when i walk below a HDB, or 6) get choked on a fishball and die like my cousin a long long time ago. The point is, life seems too short now that im gonna be 30 in 4 years. I dont want my last minutes of my life remembering nothing but yesterday's shitty day at work. Its like now is the point of age and time where i've passed the part where i'm gung ho about everything new and wanna go out and make a name for myself. Perhaps its different since my mom is no longer around and my dad is disabled and i can't take for granted the fact that they are around and be out of the house all the time. Yeah so basically, i still don't know what to do with my life. Bumming is a beautiful thing.
Ana is going for home leave soon too. dunno what to do with her not around, but i've invited some friend's acquaintance to come over and help. The filipine embassy is giving me SHIT because i'm considered unemployed and asked me the stupid question if i could financially support the person who i have invited over to stay for a month. If i can support my maid, there is no reason why i cant support an extra person for one month. WTF. sick of all the red tape. go fuck yourself, guy at the counter. :P
Aside from not knowing how to entertain kids, i guess my time there is not so bad, as the public enemy isnt really giving me any trouble, and i'm just there for the experience. Though it frustrates me when i can't get around the brats and make them fucking listen and pay attention. I guess its like mike syndrome. for me riding is no games and no nonsense, and that doesn't work with kids -_- :(((
Recently i met up with the hexies at Marine parade to celebrate, or rather cheer manda up on her return to Singapore. If i were her, i'd want an aussie PR too. or japanese, or german. But well, too many things in singapore that i don't want to give up to make me move to another country now. Somehow its come to a point where i don't want to work myself too hard for the sake of a career and high income cos i keep thinking that one day, or tomorrow, i might just unexpectedly be 1) knocked down by a bus, 2) the taxi i'm in gets into some serious accident, 3)my plane crashes, 4) get robbed/raped/killed on my way home 5) a flower pot drops on my head when i walk below a HDB, or 6) get choked on a fishball and die like my cousin a long long time ago. The point is, life seems too short now that im gonna be 30 in 4 years. I dont want my last minutes of my life remembering nothing but yesterday's shitty day at work. Its like now is the point of age and time where i've passed the part where i'm gung ho about everything new and wanna go out and make a name for myself. Perhaps its different since my mom is no longer around and my dad is disabled and i can't take for granted the fact that they are around and be out of the house all the time. Yeah so basically, i still don't know what to do with my life. Bumming is a beautiful thing.
Ana is going for home leave soon too. dunno what to do with her not around, but i've invited some friend's acquaintance to come over and help. The filipine embassy is giving me SHIT because i'm considered unemployed and asked me the stupid question if i could financially support the person who i have invited over to stay for a month. If i can support my maid, there is no reason why i cant support an extra person for one month. WTF. sick of all the red tape. go fuck yourself, guy at the counter. :P