2s13
Batch of SRJC '05
Singapore

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Ang Meishi Audrey
Chen Weiliang
Chen Zhicai
Cheok Yiyang
Choo Ming Hui Raymond
Chow Chung Chai Joseph
Foo Yong Sheng Glenn
Goh Wai Gang
Kelvin Goh
Koh Shu Hui Sylvia
Lee Li Fang Yvonne
Lee Liyun
Leow Zixiang
Lim Hiang He Andrew
Lim Peng Fei Darrell
Lim Si Jie
Lin Hui Ting
Ling Ting Jun
Tan Pei Kim Sally
Tan Wen De Sigmund
Tee Liang Shi
Teh Jie Er Sophia
Teng Li Qin Ellyn
Yeo Yang Theng


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Friday, June 06, 2008

My workplace seems not to be of any difference from army. I'm surrounded by "elite" evrywhere. Work seems torturous to me. It became more of a chore. But of course I'm earning in $$ right now even if I'm updating this blog. Erm.. They called it passive income? Lolx. But there's restriction of course. I need to be alert at all times. Always prepared to Alt-Tab when people walk past me. And the worst is my manager. She probably weights say 80-90kg? And she walks without a sound. God-damn stealth. I think she must have been through some reconnaissance course before. Maybe from the Marines or SEAls. Damn zai. More up than the NSmen Infantry(Guards) Recce Specialist who is me. Zzz. There's another sniper here. Always camping. Waiting for the right opportunity to snipe you down and you died without knowing who shot you. But too bad. I lived long enough to be able to find out who shot me from behind. And now I'm putting up a all round defense against him. There a f**ked up Officer(in banking service, their position is also called officer, don't ask me why.) who always can't perform basic daily chores. Like paying bills, getting her own lunch, staple some papers and even to the extend of filling 1 sheet of bloody paper. Think she's retard. But don't ask me why she's here as a officer and not in some special needs work place. Another is a blur/dumb/noisy officer. Wah lan. If she's here, you'll never fail to hear her irritating voice(cause she's short-tongued)and trying to act as though she came from Mensa school. Perhaps Mensa feels that she's too clever(she don't even know that you could copy texts from internet. Zzz.) and decides that she should be here teaching us(students from mentally retards school which I think suit her better.). Not mentioning some other kind souls who also share the same sentiments. And of course we discussed about their high end intelligence and superiority that we can't matched. And looks are decieving. Almost none of the new-comers that came into our department believe that I'm going university. Never mind. I won't try to convince them the cruel fact that I got a place in NTU. Well. There's always a black sheep(I should be named Hei Yang instead of Yiyang) everywhere you go. Lolx. Feel that I'm a blackie( no racism intended) brought to slavery by the high up "White Masters" who thought they could control my fate. Lolx. Argh. Sianz. Long hours. Life screwed you up somehow, some what along your life. So don't ever ask me or say that you, youself is a virgin. I won't believe it. Lolx. Can't believe I'm that bored till I could be crapping down here. Zzz. 45 mins to lunch and my mind is flying via Boeing A380 to my dream paradise. Wahaha. Enough of fantasies. Back to the reality of work(Chores to me). Yawn.

Yang shared @ 12:18 PM

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