Wednesday, August 27, 2008

this is a nouncement.

Hey dear readers some of whom identities I don't know. As you all have eyes, it's pretty clear I have a new blog template to spice up(yeah right I was forced into this[by myself somehow]) my blog. It's not really new. It's just new to me because the one I was using seemed extremely incompatible with firefox 3.0.1, which is not compatible with my temper. I was extremely unhappy at how it screwed up my dropdown menu of my frequently visited sites(some of which undesirable) into some other random long forgotten sites. As well as the enjoyable black on white viewing of the old template. Now it's just dull and gray, like how the posts have become. But since it's a rather irreversible change(I'm a tech noob), I shall just have to get on with it. In today's world, adaptability is key. So is not being kay kiang and thinking all updates are good. Sometimes they make you angry.

justin.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

hell? oh sungei gedong.

I walked out of the room with fists clenched in celebration. Posting results were desirable. I had a spring in my step as I made my way down the stairs. "Eh, come back!" My heart sank. There was a mistake after all. Fists clenched in celebration became fists clenched in despair. Same bodily action but the difference couldn't be greater. It could actually, but I like to exaggerate.

Interpersonal relationships are very vital for the enjoyment of one's job, as well as survival. In where I'm going, let's just say the working relationship with the superior is extremely poor. The management standards are also down in the dumps. So morale is low despite the current low workload. As the workload rises, the inverse relationship between workload and morale ensures that the morale sinks even lower, resulting in extreme tension between colleagues. At a place where one is so miserable, a good bet would be to quit. Unfortunately, that is unthinkable. To quit is equivalent to quitting life itself, for in this case, my immediate superior is only my supervisor. The big boss is the Ah Pek himself.

Put it simply, given a choice between where I'm supposed to go to and hell, I know where I'd rather be.

justin.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

lemon tree syndrome.

Today is Sunday. It is a boring day. And yet I wish it lasts forever. Boredom > Bullshit. I wish the weekends never end. Though Saturday would be preferable.

justin.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

power corrupts.

But it might be that some people are just major fuckers.

justin.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

limbo rocks.

The postman did his job today, as well as yesterday. Both days his job had nothing to do with me. But I did not collect my posting today as well. I was supposed to collect it on Friday. So with mass chaos and confusion and both camps not expecting us, we were left in limbo. Because of this we had a half day off. Limbo rocks.

justin.

Monday, August 18, 2008

post.

The postman works tomorrow. Like he works today. But tomorrow he brings important news of my posting. Actually he doesn't. I have to go and collect the posting myself. And it doesn't even have to go through the postman. He's just doing his own job.

justin.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

bore's kingdom.

At the crack of noon, Boar awoke to the bright sun smiling up his butt crack. He frowned at the sun, for he did not like people smiling up his butt crack. It was for his own personal viewing, though it wasn't easy. Bore was a king, and kings have kingdoms. Boar was no different. Boar's kingdom is usually known as boredom. And it did fit, since Boar wasn't very interesting. He loved to sleep, eat and......

I wonder why I typed the paragraph above. My brain is so thoughtless that it might as well have been a nice steak. Then I could eat it.

Football has made me very tired. In terms of fatigue. I'm never tired of football.

justin.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

weekends...

...are finally becoming meaningful again. The Barclays Premier League is coming back on Saturday. Can't wait. There are though, many things I can wait for. Ironically, I can't name anything at the moment. But just because I can't name them doesn't mean they don't exist. They do.

justin.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

inner city pressure.

Inner city life.
Inner city pressure.
The concrete world is starting to get ya.
The city is alive, the city is expanding.
Living in the city can be demanding.
You pawned everything, everything you owned.
Your tooth brush jar and a camera phone.
You don't know where you're going.
You cross the street, you don't know why you did.
You walk back across the street.
Standing in the sitting room.
Totally stint. And your favorite jersey is covered in lint.
You want to sit down but you sold your chair.
So you just stand there. You just stand there...
(YOU JUST STAND THERE!)

Inner. Inner city. Inner city pressure.

Counting coins on the counter of the 7/11.
From a quarter past six till a quarter to seven.
The manager, Bevin, starts to abuse me.
Hey man, I just want some muesli.
Neon signs, hidden messages.
Questions, answers, fetishes.
You know you're not in high finance.
Considering second hand underpants.
Check your mind, how'd it get so bad?
What happened to those other underpants you had?
Look in your pockets, haven't found a cent yet.
Tenants on your balls, "have you payed your rent yet?"

Inner. Inner city. Inner city pressure.
Inner. Inner city. Inner city pressure.

So you think maybe you'll be a prostitute.
Just to pay for your lessons, you're learning the flute.
Ladies wouldn't pay you very much for this.
Looks like you'll never be a concert flutist.

You don't measure up to the expectation.
When you're unemployed, there's no vacation.
No one cares, no one sympathizes.
You just stay home and play synthesizers.

Inner. Inner city. Inner city pressure.
Inner. Inner city. Inner city pressure.

Saturday, August 09, 2008

need for speed. really.

Yesterday was a half day. But not for me. I had guard duty. Guard duty on a half day is not the best thing. In fact, it was quite bad. Managed to catch some of the Olympic opening ceremony, which was of no importance to me, because that was all the tv in the guard room could show.

In the morning, in addition to aching shoulders and legs, I had a consistent sharp pain in my stomach that cost $25. Because I cabbed all the way home from camp at Lim Chu Kang. Financially, it was not the best decision. But on hindsight, the need for speed was very important. The moment I reached home and sat on the throne, the brown tide burst forth, and sprayed an uneven, thin brown layer over the gleaming white funnel. The pain was immediately relieved. Had I waited for the bus, the brown layer would not be in the right place. In fact, it would haven been extremely embarrassing.

I also managed to catch the NDP this year, having not watched it since taking part in the 2001 NDP. Quite interesting. I mean the fact that I missed it for 7 years. The parade is alright only. =)

justin.

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

just do it.

"I'm going ahead with it," he said to himself. He needed all the determination he could muster for he was doing this against the wishes of his superiors. Taking a deep breath and wiping the perspiration off his forehead, he pushed the door open. The man sitting at the table smiled at him. "So what seems to be the problem?"

"I have a headache........"

justin.

pain.

"Pain is normal for another one to two weeks.....", the dentist/doctor concluded. My brain shut off after that. That meant only one thing for me. Tomorrow I have to trudge back to the cesspit I have successfully avoided(not without sacrifices) for 11 days. In my extreme depression(you would feel it if you had to go there), I thought of the 1st 3 words of the phrase. Pain is normal. Is it?

Based on my knowledge(not a lot I must admit), pain is the body sending signals that something is not right. Basically, like if your hand is on an extremely hot surface like a frying pan(I don't see how anyone would put their hand ON a frying pan though. It's just an example.), pain tells you to take your damn hands off or you'd be eating your own fried/grilled fingers. In other words, pain is normal, but when you feel it, something else in your body is not. In my case, I guess swollen gums and pain is not enough to warrant another day of rest. I wish it did though.

justin.

Saturday, August 02, 2008

well, why are you still here?

That's a question I keep asking myself. Today(yesterday) is(was) the first day of August. August is the eighth month on the normal(I forget what it's really called) calendar. However, the 1st of August this year also happens to be the 7th month of the lunar calendar. The significance of this little factoid is negligible though. It happens to be a mere coincidence. The fact that I thought of it also happens to be a mere coincidence. The only reason I mention it is because I don't have anything else of note to mention. Which is why I ask myself the question. Well, why are you still here?

I feel I have drifted from the purpose of me making a blog in the first place, which is to share interesting ideas. Right now, it seems much more like a mind dump, where I just type random uninteresting stuff without thinking. It used to be random more interesting stuff without thinking. Have all the interesting stuff been tapped from my brain, along with the 4 wisdom teeth?

As interesting stuff goes, Mr Roald Dahl has always been quite an inspiration. Having been reading his short stories for adults(a probably more hidden side of his works), I found them pretty interesting, though sometimes less direct and slapstick, though just as compelling than the children's books. His stories are often unpredictable and ambiguous in nature and revolve closely around human nature. Some characters in his stories border on the absurd(just like his children's books characters), and are rather cunning and devious(sometimes too cunning and devious for themselves). I suppose they deal with the two-facedness of humans(even more so than a certain Harvey Dent). The plot also slowly unveils itself, rather than jumping straight at you. The ending is also often ambiguous and there is much to be deciphered by the reader. Not for the shallow reader and probably good Literature material. Perhaps a Dahl style short story in the near future for my own entertainment.

This is post number 444 by the way. Just thought it would be just another uninteresting factoid to add to the pile of uninterestings I have served up in the past. =)

justin.