男人要懂得沉默, 才能有魅力, 才會性感. 卻不是無話可說的沉默, 而是藏著萬千話語但無需言語的沉默.
女人要懂得笑, 才會迷人. 但也不是一味的甜笑, 而是帶著強烈的獨立感, 洋溢著智慧的笑, 才夠迷人.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Friday, June 23, 2006
money and time
I quitted my job today, the warehousing job. It is really tough work, and need to OT nearly everyday till 10pm, practically without any OT pay. Thats just lousy. So I made the clever choice of quitting before I psycho-ed myself it is quite a good job afterall.
Because I am such a competent, smart and handsome manual labourer, my boss couldnt bear to let me go. He laid on the ground and grabbed my legs refusing to let me leave. But I kicked him aside, and firmly told him that my talents shouldnt be wasted in such a place. So they held a farewell dinner in my honor which lasted over 2 days, to bid this temp worker who has been with them for the past 4days adieu.
Of course that was all bullshit. But it is really true that I quitted the stupid job. Worked my ass off to get only $280. I rather do the office work for 5days which got me $250.
But why am I working in the first place? To earn more money so I can buy stuff? or for savings? Not exactly. This is for daily expenses. My family is in this financial state now that my dad is roughly not earning any money at all. My sis is earning, but she just started working, so her pay is damn low, and she practically needs to support the whole family with her earnings.
So I needed to get some money, to use or to save whatever. But besides that, a man really need to have some spare cash by him. Lets be honest here: men of my age needs to jio pretty gals out for dates, dinner etc. And you really cant do that without any money, and I certainly could not ask my parents for money to date gals when we are already so poor. So I got to earn some myself to justify my expenditure.
Another problem is that given our financial status, it is highly unlikely that you can find another family in NUS who is very much worse off than us. So the probability of me finding a girlfriend who is much richer than me is near astronomical. Lets not say if there is any particular rich gal I am targetting at the moment; lets just put it this way: all eligible and non-eligible gals around me are all very much richer.
So they got to really not mind going out with a poor guy. Having the reputation for being poor is one thing, going out with someone who cant afford to treat you every now and then, who cant afford to go to posh places even infrequently, or cant even buy you too many roses, thats quite a serious negative point.
Thats why I had to earn a bit of spare cash: to at least be able to take the girl i like out for dates.
And now, I quitted my job. Even though it is bringing in a bit of cash, it really is bad paying; whats more, my back doesnt allow me to carry too heavy stuff, having slipped disc and all. So its better for me to quit, and quitting that mon-sat-everyday-OT-till10pm job also meant I can have time to actually date gals. lol.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Updates
The day before, my sis's pc shorted or crashed. Yesterday, mine followed it too. For a day, I have no computer access at home. Today I just got my pc back, which had recovered for no apparent reason. In the future, should i cease to blog or go online for a long period of time, it meant the same thing has probably happened.
Found a job at ST logistics. Warehousing; I am supposed to move this really heavy cartons of Hang Ten t-shirts around, each around 4-8kg. The pay is 5.5 per hour, and compulsory OT everyday till around 9pm, even though we start work at 8am. OT pay is 1.5times, but ONLY applicable if you had clocked 44hrs a week in the first place. That sucks great time.
Lazy to blog. Ciao.
Found a job at ST logistics. Warehousing; I am supposed to move this really heavy cartons of Hang Ten t-shirts around, each around 4-8kg. The pay is 5.5 per hour, and compulsory OT everyday till around 9pm, even though we start work at 8am. OT pay is 1.5times, but ONLY applicable if you had clocked 44hrs a week in the first place. That sucks great time.
Lazy to blog. Ciao.
Friday, June 16, 2006
The enigma
Some of us complain that we live in a boring age: where are the centuars and medusas; where are the Gods who used to walk amongst us, where are the weird and dangerous places which by their existence alone intrigue the curiosity and spawn deeds of bravery and legends? I mean, all we have are the lame Loch Ness Monster who never ate anyone, and the Bermuda Triangle which is in danger of fading into anonymity. Give us a break!
Nowadays everything is claimed to be explicable under the banner of Science; the holy light of Science promises to banish all the monsters under the bed, slaying the evil dragons by sheer reason alone. While this pompous claim seems much resented by the romantics, at the same time, reflection on reason itself will show that it is not really possible, despite its recent success.
However, science aside, perhaps not every myth and legend could really ever be rooted out, or indeed wished to be so. For despite the intervening eons since Adam and Eve, there still remains the greatest enigma of all time, the unfathomable knowledge -- the siren-like woman.
No one ever knows what a woman is thinking, can be thinking, or would be thinking; not another woman, and definitely not a man, maybe not even the woman herself. Trying to guess what a woman is thinking is not so much like trying to guage what direction she might jump while she jumped in an entirely different direction; trying to do so is more like trying to guage what direction she might jump when she suddenly turned into a flock of penguins and fly away.
If there is a vote on the "Greatest Mysteries of the 21st century", I would heartily vote woman to be the first, in addition to the "Greatest Mysteries of all time" and the "The Number one Mysteries probably solvable nowhere in the Future". It is said that even male porcupines dont understand the female porcupines.
To fully describe a woman, it would be best to mix tequila with some bailey, add a pinch of soda, a drop of volka and some raw ethanol, and some ice cubes. The resulting mixture still wouldnt help in describing woman, but drinking it may make the task seems easier.
And to complicate matters, women dont want to be understood, or fully described. There is nothing to irk a woman more than to be told that you understand her fully, or want to understand her someday. Being understood fully can be stifling: every move you make, every breath you take is predictable; every reason you have for doing anything can be told to you from another mouth as if its yours.
While this may be stifling even for men, woman however makes the quality of unknowable into an art, ingraining in us the feeling that the world may change, gravity may go away, but women will always be unfathomable.
Nowadays everything is claimed to be explicable under the banner of Science; the holy light of Science promises to banish all the monsters under the bed, slaying the evil dragons by sheer reason alone. While this pompous claim seems much resented by the romantics, at the same time, reflection on reason itself will show that it is not really possible, despite its recent success.
However, science aside, perhaps not every myth and legend could really ever be rooted out, or indeed wished to be so. For despite the intervening eons since Adam and Eve, there still remains the greatest enigma of all time, the unfathomable knowledge -- the siren-like woman.
No one ever knows what a woman is thinking, can be thinking, or would be thinking; not another woman, and definitely not a man, maybe not even the woman herself. Trying to guess what a woman is thinking is not so much like trying to guage what direction she might jump while she jumped in an entirely different direction; trying to do so is more like trying to guage what direction she might jump when she suddenly turned into a flock of penguins and fly away.
If there is a vote on the "Greatest Mysteries of the 21st century", I would heartily vote woman to be the first, in addition to the "Greatest Mysteries of all time" and the "The Number one Mysteries probably solvable nowhere in the Future". It is said that even male porcupines dont understand the female porcupines.
To fully describe a woman, it would be best to mix tequila with some bailey, add a pinch of soda, a drop of volka and some raw ethanol, and some ice cubes. The resulting mixture still wouldnt help in describing woman, but drinking it may make the task seems easier.
And to complicate matters, women dont want to be understood, or fully described. There is nothing to irk a woman more than to be told that you understand her fully, or want to understand her someday. Being understood fully can be stifling: every move you make, every breath you take is predictable; every reason you have for doing anything can be told to you from another mouth as if its yours.
While this may be stifling even for men, woman however makes the quality of unknowable into an art, ingraining in us the feeling that the world may change, gravity may go away, but women will always be unfathomable.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
recently
I guess I need to update a bit on my life now... else no one will be visiting this blog anymore.
Firstly, I am not doing much during this holidays; I had planned to get a temp job and learn driving after work, but even though I applied for the driving lessons already etc, I havent gone for a single lesson, cos no money since I havent got a proper job.
So I am playing games nearly everyday, and getting black looks from my parents for doing only that. Fortunately I got a few days temp job at some job agency, helping them do miscellaneous stuff like filing, stamping documents, writing cheques etc, so I am bringing a little bit of money home. Not enough to pay for the driving lessons, but probably just enough to stave off my parents' black looks. hehee
Initially hor, I had a grand plan for working during this holidays. I applied for internship at MOE, but for obvious reasons (which I am not stating) the application didnt go through (actually I will be quite surprised if it really does go through).
So my plan B was to go work at some starbucks or coffeebean outlet. (I heard they pay really badly.) Eventually, I didnt go work at starbucks or coffeebean though, I dont drink coffee anyway. sigh.
So after plan B failed, I am just a wandering soul, looking for any kind of stupid job there is to have. Seriously a bit aimless, a bit numb. Even my dreams are composed of scenes in the game, how successful I am at numbing huh. lol.
Firstly, I am not doing much during this holidays; I had planned to get a temp job and learn driving after work, but even though I applied for the driving lessons already etc, I havent gone for a single lesson, cos no money since I havent got a proper job.
So I am playing games nearly everyday, and getting black looks from my parents for doing only that. Fortunately I got a few days temp job at some job agency, helping them do miscellaneous stuff like filing, stamping documents, writing cheques etc, so I am bringing a little bit of money home. Not enough to pay for the driving lessons, but probably just enough to stave off my parents' black looks. hehee
Initially hor, I had a grand plan for working during this holidays. I applied for internship at MOE, but for obvious reasons (which I am not stating) the application didnt go through (actually I will be quite surprised if it really does go through).
So my plan B was to go work at some starbucks or coffeebean outlet. (I heard they pay really badly.) Eventually, I didnt go work at starbucks or coffeebean though, I dont drink coffee anyway. sigh.
So after plan B failed, I am just a wandering soul, looking for any kind of stupid job there is to have. Seriously a bit aimless, a bit numb. Even my dreams are composed of scenes in the game, how successful I am at numbing huh. lol.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
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