I'm finally assigned tasks, oh goodbye pure boredom. The things that perturbs me the most is that my biggest challenge assigned so far is answering and diverting phone calls. I'm never good at public relations and I stumble and stutter a lot, which is unnerving.
My senior came back today and announced he was going for a $3200 wisdom tooth operation soon, I'm suddenly reminded of my impending erupted wisdom teeth (all 3 of them) as well.
Wonder what's going to hurt more, the toothache or the bill?
28 September 2009
25 September 2009
23 September 2009
Rookie
This was why the stress endurance question was asked repeatedly and emphasized heavily yesterday, it turns out I'm already feeling the heat of the job on my first day. There are indeed much arduous days ahead, and I really have to tread my path carefully to avoid unnecessary troubles and problems. But overall, my boss and colleagues are really nice people - in fact, I feel less relaxed when people whom I know for the first time are really relaxed.
My dad enjoys showing me off though, he's really proud introducing me as his son to his friends. We happened to work in the same building now and interestingly, people are also intrigued that my father is working in the same place as well.
Being in the office the entire day is surprisingly tired, sitting down in the cold air-con room is unexpectedly torturous as opposed to the BMT days. At least now I see the source of my dad's sleeping obsession.
My dad enjoys showing me off though, he's really proud introducing me as his son to his friends. We happened to work in the same building now and interestingly, people are also intrigued that my father is working in the same place as well.
Being in the office the entire day is surprisingly tired, sitting down in the cold air-con room is unexpectedly torturous as opposed to the BMT days. At least now I see the source of my dad's sleeping obsession.
All Over Again
I have to restart being in a whole new environment again, turns out yesterday wasn't a one shot process. There were interviews we had to go through to determine whether if we're suitable for the units and posts. Out of 7 people, in the end a guy and I were chosen to be booted out for Bukit Gombak camp - but not that I'm complaining because it's only a 5 to 10 minutes journey from my home!
The best part is, my dad works there so i can hitch a free ride. The person in charge sounds quite friendly over the phone so I guess I have nothing much to worry about. But adjusting to office life can be a tedious process, because there's no idea what's in store for you in the day's ahead. We were asked to help out around a little yesterday and it was basically shredding papers and more sitting around until 5.30pm when it was time to leave.
Luck is shining on me unknowingly, the other guy who was with me - turns out he was from the same company albeit different platoon and also, he was from the same secondary school as me.
The next two years of my life will be no less interesting after all.
P.S - Kanye West wins the bastard for life award, look at what "heinous" crimes he commited recently.
The best part is, my dad works there so i can hitch a free ride. The person in charge sounds quite friendly over the phone so I guess I have nothing much to worry about. But adjusting to office life can be a tedious process, because there's no idea what's in store for you in the day's ahead. We were asked to help out around a little yesterday and it was basically shredding papers and more sitting around until 5.30pm when it was time to leave.
Luck is shining on me unknowingly, the other guy who was with me - turns out he was from the same company albeit different platoon and also, he was from the same secondary school as me.
The next two years of my life will be no less interesting after all.
P.S - Kanye West wins the bastard for life award, look at what "heinous" crimes he commited recently.
21 September 2009
Already There
Tomorrow is coming already, guess you can't avoid forever from what's coming. I'm reporting to my new unit tomorrow and apparently, it's a desk job. I have mixed feelings about this though judging from the reactions and replies I'm getting; it's probably one helluva awesome job many would traded body parts for. The few things I managed to find out I like about my new unit:
1) It's a 8-5
2) Air-Con all the way, actually no - I dread air conditioning, I can't tolerate cold temeperatures
3) It's in the west area, no doubt still quite a distance
Managed to finish my friend's blogpost for his contest entry, though I'm definitely won't be doing this for a long while again. It's exhausting and I always would have to travel to his home area for discussion which is a ridiculous hour plus worth of journey from my place. At least I finally learned how to bargain with people, and made him pay for my game when we hit town later at night.
Left 4 Dead never fails to complete my day, it was sad a certain friend couldn't been with us though. :(
1) It's a 8-5
2) Air-Con all the way, actually no - I dread air conditioning, I can't tolerate cold temeperatures
3) It's in the west area, no doubt still quite a distance
Managed to finish my friend's blogpost for his contest entry, though I'm definitely won't be doing this for a long while again. It's exhausting and I always would have to travel to his home area for discussion which is a ridiculous hour plus worth of journey from my place. At least I finally learned how to bargain with people, and made him pay for my game when we hit town later at night.
Left 4 Dead never fails to complete my day, it was sad a certain friend couldn't been with us though. :(
18 September 2009
What It Takes
It's been a while since I felt a great sense of burden, challenge and responsibility on my shoulders. I only recalled feeling that way in my schooling days, but this time round, I'm doing it for a friend and a contest.
It's one of those new fangled blogging contests which screams of blatant advertisement purposes. And the idea is to come up with a blogpost and a follow up video (if you want to win the prize) depicting the tagline by Pringles; the participating sponsor. 5000 SGD sounds attractive no doubt, but I am hardly motivated by money; it's my friend however who's swooned over by this contest and roped me in to help. Apparently, my last editor job for one of his blogpost was unknowingly a contest entry which actually won. To be specific, it was tied for 50 winning spots among thousands of entries.
I could feel my jaw drop when my friend revealed that little tidbit to me, was I really that good?
No doubt I'm getting a share of the prize if it does win, but I really have to throw in a lot of creativity and that winning touch of writing skills. I have read a lot of good blogs and I fear I may not live up to the challenge. I'm more preoccupied with the thought about my new vocation which will be made known in exactly 6 hours more.
It weighs a ton, but the sense of achievement is great if I'm able to uphold it all.
It's one of those new fangled blogging contests which screams of blatant advertisement purposes. And the idea is to come up with a blogpost and a follow up video (if you want to win the prize) depicting the tagline by Pringles; the participating sponsor. 5000 SGD sounds attractive no doubt, but I am hardly motivated by money; it's my friend however who's swooned over by this contest and roped me in to help. Apparently, my last editor job for one of his blogpost was unknowingly a contest entry which actually won. To be specific, it was tied for 50 winning spots among thousands of entries.
I could feel my jaw drop when my friend revealed that little tidbit to me, was I really that good?
No doubt I'm getting a share of the prize if it does win, but I really have to throw in a lot of creativity and that winning touch of writing skills. I have read a lot of good blogs and I fear I may not live up to the challenge. I'm more preoccupied with the thought about my new vocation which will be made known in exactly 6 hours more.
It weighs a ton, but the sense of achievement is great if I'm able to uphold it all.
15 September 2009
Gaining
"Never in my life will I want to start another one of them social networking nonsense,"
I could still remember that "vow" I made when Facebook was first released. I can say it almost worked until one day out of the blue, I was looking through my emails and saw the Facebook request via my friends who already had these accounts. No matter how long I spent deleting, they would still find their way into my inbox eventually. Curiosity finally got the better of me as I stepped into a world I thought I would hate...
And fast forward today, suddenly it's become a part of me. I often unconsciously find myself tagging this button on Facebook. Even with people I have only interacted with once or twice, I would just shamelessly add them, striving to expand my ever growing friend list.
One part of me was also curious, how are these people getting on with their lives now? For better or for worst? At the same time I would worry if they had cleanly forgotten about me, and thus rejecting my friend request.
As a friend quotes - seeing me that "addicted" to Facebook was the last thing she'd ever expect in her life from me.
So I lost a vow, but I gained a big stride in my life.
That's called change.
I could still remember that "vow" I made when Facebook was first released. I can say it almost worked until one day out of the blue, I was looking through my emails and saw the Facebook request via my friends who already had these accounts. No matter how long I spent deleting, they would still find their way into my inbox eventually. Curiosity finally got the better of me as I stepped into a world I thought I would hate...
And fast forward today, suddenly it's become a part of me. I often unconsciously find myself tagging this button on Facebook. Even with people I have only interacted with once or twice, I would just shamelessly add them, striving to expand my ever growing friend list.
One part of me was also curious, how are these people getting on with their lives now? For better or for worst? At the same time I would worry if they had cleanly forgotten about me, and thus rejecting my friend request.
As a friend quotes - seeing me that "addicted" to Facebook was the last thing she'd ever expect in her life from me.
So I lost a vow, but I gained a big stride in my life.
That's called change.
13 September 2009
Sometimes...
As I grow up, I find myself immersed and exposed to all kinds of personalities and people out there. It's an odd world out there, those experiences can be fun, puzzling, a challenge or sometimes complicating.
It only takes a mere breeze to trigger a conflict, that's what I don't understand - or do I have to understand why such a breeze has the power to enable such a thing to happen. Personally, similar to working a result, it's not the beginning nor the end that matters - but handling the process in between.
I'm beginning to realize some insensitiveness that I sometimes exhibit. Can I help it? Or can I hide it? Right or wrong, when do we know when to or not to? Dealing with the aftermath isn't exactly a walk in the park, showing too much nonchalance may drive at meanings you don't exactly want either. It's such that relationships are often fragile, because of all the neverending and surprising imposed thought processes of each individual fighting for a standstill.
I never wish for bad things to happen, I just want to get to the other side of the bridge. Nothing else matters as long as it doesn't collapse, whatever happens, it still stays strong and we still move on. Such is the way human nature is to be, and of course, repenting for the fault helps to a certain degree sometimes.
I'm a blunt person, probably took that from my father's side. But I try to make things right, I just wonder sometimes if it's helping or not.
It only takes a mere breeze to trigger a conflict, that's what I don't understand - or do I have to understand why such a breeze has the power to enable such a thing to happen. Personally, similar to working a result, it's not the beginning nor the end that matters - but handling the process in between.
I'm beginning to realize some insensitiveness that I sometimes exhibit. Can I help it? Or can I hide it? Right or wrong, when do we know when to or not to? Dealing with the aftermath isn't exactly a walk in the park, showing too much nonchalance may drive at meanings you don't exactly want either. It's such that relationships are often fragile, because of all the neverending and surprising imposed thought processes of each individual fighting for a standstill.
I never wish for bad things to happen, I just want to get to the other side of the bridge. Nothing else matters as long as it doesn't collapse, whatever happens, it still stays strong and we still move on. Such is the way human nature is to be, and of course, repenting for the fault helps to a certain degree sometimes.
I'm a blunt person, probably took that from my father's side. But I try to make things right, I just wonder sometimes if it's helping or not.
11 September 2009
The Pen
I often have a writer's block when I really feel a need to pen down something, but I could spill a pageful of words when I'm not, or when I'm simply daydreaming. There really may be a need for the time where we start to mix blogging with science; such that one day we just spend the day thinking stuff and this machine will just extract that block of output from our brains.
It's essentially a human printer, without the paper that is.
I've been asked by a friend to be a editor for his blog, it's really an odd job but it perks my interest because I'm able to experiment with all the vocabulary, grammar and what-it-is accordingly. Frankly, nothing riles me up more than writing, maybe there's an opening for me in the future?
I don't know, considering I'm not the type who can easily be held down by something. My wanderlust personality really gets on me sometimes. Meanwhile, I'm still rotting at home while waiting for my new vocation results to arrive. Suddenly returning to Tekong doesn't sound half as bad...
It's essentially a human printer, without the paper that is.
I've been asked by a friend to be a editor for his blog, it's really an odd job but it perks my interest because I'm able to experiment with all the vocabulary, grammar and what-it-is accordingly. Frankly, nothing riles me up more than writing, maybe there's an opening for me in the future?
I don't know, considering I'm not the type who can easily be held down by something. My wanderlust personality really gets on me sometimes. Meanwhile, I'm still rotting at home while waiting for my new vocation results to arrive. Suddenly returning to Tekong doesn't sound half as bad...
07 September 2009
Blink Blink
It's over, it's all over. I can hardly justify for the rate of time passing by, but my BMT is finally over!
Everyone's a little regretful to leave but yet at the same time to get the fuck out of the hellhole known as Tekong. We may have left but we brought back "outstanding" memories, experiences and not to mention luggage. There was a last "everything" craze and even a madcap night of tricks on the last night. I found my hand completely smeared with green camouflage cream for no reason at all, but seeing the state of some others...I don't think I deserve to complain.
The passing out ceremony was so simple, it felt more like a primary school assembly. In and out, and that was it; unlike my friend who's going to get a grand scale passing out parade tomorrow, there's really some form of envy when you see them marching around with pride in front of families and friends.
Leaving the bunk, I took one last look at the Raven company block, it'll be probably 11 more years before I set foot on Tekong again when it's my brother's turn to enlist. As once mentioned by someone, it's not the beginning nor the end that's memorable, but the process in between where we face our ups and downs. And that would be the 7 weeks in all for my BMT.
Raven 03/09; Pes C9 L2 - Soaring above all! :D
Everyone's a little regretful to leave but yet at the same time to get the fuck out of the hellhole known as Tekong. We may have left but we brought back "outstanding" memories, experiences and not to mention luggage. There was a last "everything" craze and even a madcap night of tricks on the last night. I found my hand completely smeared with green camouflage cream for no reason at all, but seeing the state of some others...I don't think I deserve to complain.
The passing out ceremony was so simple, it felt more like a primary school assembly. In and out, and that was it; unlike my friend who's going to get a grand scale passing out parade tomorrow, there's really some form of envy when you see them marching around with pride in front of families and friends.
Leaving the bunk, I took one last look at the Raven company block, it'll be probably 11 more years before I set foot on Tekong again when it's my brother's turn to enlist. As once mentioned by someone, it's not the beginning nor the end that's memorable, but the process in between where we face our ups and downs. And that would be the 7 weeks in all for my BMT.
Raven 03/09; Pes C9 L2 - Soaring above all! :D
05 September 2009
Almost Over
My last book in and book out will be this week, it's almost hard to believe these 7 weeks are almost over. When I first enlisted, it's like I dreaded the coming days and wished it passed by faster but now I take my words back.
On one of the last few days of the week before we had Games Day and it's unbelievable that Raven COY actually snagged the first place title in the challenge trophy. There was a lot of celebration going on that day and the cheering was almost unstoppable and overzealous. I managed to catch a glimpse of one of my friends in Ulysses COY but didn't approach him because I was worried how awkward it would be if it was the wrong person. I was however, extremely lucky to find his buddy, which I then managed to confirm it really was him.
Before the week was over, I had to get a fever. I was feeling like crap but I was forced to still continue the 10km route march. I was pretty much half dead by the time it ended, I don't know my body's limits but I'm amazed that I never collapsed all this while, yet. Initially I was told to drop out but I need to tell my duty instructor first. But his response irked me...
"37.5 degrees? Nah, it's alright, fall back in."
I had temperatures soaring to 37.9 degrees that day, lucky it was already book out day so I just hung on for as long as I could.
Pretty soon I'm going to be posted into a my new vocation, it's another restart of new environment, people and challenges again. I wonder if I can breeze through it with ease, I'll miss my old section but they won't be gone since I managed to get their contacts before today.
Life goes on.
On one of the last few days of the week before we had Games Day and it's unbelievable that Raven COY actually snagged the first place title in the challenge trophy. There was a lot of celebration going on that day and the cheering was almost unstoppable and overzealous. I managed to catch a glimpse of one of my friends in Ulysses COY but didn't approach him because I was worried how awkward it would be if it was the wrong person. I was however, extremely lucky to find his buddy, which I then managed to confirm it really was him.
Before the week was over, I had to get a fever. I was feeling like crap but I was forced to still continue the 10km route march. I was pretty much half dead by the time it ended, I don't know my body's limits but I'm amazed that I never collapsed all this while, yet. Initially I was told to drop out but I need to tell my duty instructor first. But his response irked me...
"37.5 degrees? Nah, it's alright, fall back in."
I had temperatures soaring to 37.9 degrees that day, lucky it was already book out day so I just hung on for as long as I could.
Pretty soon I'm going to be posted into a my new vocation, it's another restart of new environment, people and challenges again. I wonder if I can breeze through it with ease, I'll miss my old section but they won't be gone since I managed to get their contacts before today.
Life goes on.
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