Cute dude.
Our numbers will dwindle like some endangered species over the next three days 
Two weeks from twenty.
Time passed by really quick last week. Yesterday was spent mostly on public transport, I went down to Sim Lim to get my pay (finally), then went to Orchard to get Eric’s present (flea market was not open at Tanglin Mall as it was the 5th Sat of Jan, not first Sat of Feb), and then headed down to Clementi via train and bus to Benjamin, Kwangyueh and JJ Huang’s birthday party. Then went over to Jeremy’s house to drink a bit. Before heading home.
Woke up at 6 a.m. to an amazingly vivid and realistic nightmare, drifting back off to sleep nearing 7 I think.
Pray it doesn’t happen when I’m at Tekong. Interrupted sleep is quite a shitty event.
With Chalet@Tekong rapidly approaching, I anticipate that I would miss the following the most
#1 Having a phone screen bigger than my thumb.
#2 Waking up early to read Shounen Jump weekly releases every Thursday
#3 Watching Cruel Temptation at 7 every weekday night
#4 Washing my hair, or rather the feeling of washing hair >5 cm long.
#5 MY IPOD
#6 Usage of a water heater
#7 Reading the newspapers every morning
#8 Sleeping till 9.30 in the morning
#9 Living life vulgar-free and more rationally.
I figured that the last one would affect me the most. I’m fine with vulgar words, but I get irritated when too much is used. Makes the person seem like his vocabulary spans across a couple of monosyllabic words. I think #5 will affect me greatly too. Never been separated from my Ipod for more than 2 hours since I bought it. Not that I listen to it all the time… I just like it there.
Damn. NS is definitely not some nice shit.
An investment in knowledge.
Feeling quite disturbed now, after clocking 3 hours on university reading-up. And I haven’t read up on UK yet. To be fair, I pored through local opportunities first, going by the first-impression-is-deepest theory. Then I moved on the education in US, covered Ivy League, and obviously made the pilgrimage to Lausanne’s website.
It’s really worrying. For Cornell, Harvard, Princeton, UPenn, god, I have to get SAT scores of like. >650 for everything? Boonyang says that some people do get in with lower scores by pulling strings. Given that I do not have any strings to pull me through, I have to go in meritocratic-style and do damn well for A’s/SATs. Which isn’t exactly secure.
Locally, I’ve decided that I will try my best for Nanyang Business School (3As-4As). Not that it’s easy to get into too, if I’m giving off that type of vibe; that’s the best locally, I feel, and so if I am constrained by known factors, I will aim to get in there. If I get 2As, well… let me try to retake SATs until I get a great score.
If I get some shit-ass-hands-in-the-air-Jai-Ho results, I’ll be on newspapers, and then I’ll try applying for overseas universities and their financial aid. Needless to say, if I fail with financial aid, I’m going to head to Nanyang BS. But honestly I really want to get into Lausanne, the environment, the curriculum, everything. Next is Cornell, but if I can’t get into Lausanne… I think Cornell’s not really in the plan.
All put together, I think results is #1 on the list that hinders all plans from being concrete. Portfolio will soon be second. And down the list, parents, money, etc.
All making education a mean feat.
Athletic or standard?
Went to chill at Clarke Quay with Jingxiang and Leroy today. Actually what Jingxiang says is true. While it sounds wrong to go out for no purpose, I think meeting up with friends to talk is a purpose in itself already. There’s nothing like face-to-face. Talking about life online is just different. There’s no conducive atmosphere when your dad is by your side.
Anyway, we popped about 21 bucks per person to enter the Body Show. It’s a smaller version of the Body World at Science Centre, but pretty much as cool. Photos were allowed, but most photos turned out shitty due to the lighting. I think Jingxiang’s camera got down the anatomy much better. There were diseased lungs, penises in weird positions… Leroy got so bored during the official tour that he pointed out insignificant details like the 1 dollar tag left behind on the display. There was the body meter too, the one that measures everything from basal metabolism to body fat. Apparently my body fat dropped to 13%, by doing nothing. And my basal metabolism is as high as Jingxiang’s. Amazing.
Went to Plaza Sing after that, they ate sushi while I had my Ayam Panggang. Talked for an hour plus. Then went to Barang Barang to chill by the cushions. It thrashes coffeeplaces, it’s so much more comfortable and tranquil to chill.
And well, I’m a bit tired now. I wanted to go to Clarke Quay Flea Market but apparently it does not exist. Next week is the first weekend of the month, which means a lot of flea markets will be open.
I pray my persistence and ventures land me a great buy next week.
You’re spinning my head right round.
Just had a rather tense situation with Dad over what I would be studying in the future. Don’t know why is he so narrow-minded. I don’t sense the least bit of open-mindedness or willingness to listen. He says to study what I’m interested in, but start considering other courses (he keeps pushing for Business Ed).
Now I’m very fired up. Please, anyone up there, give me at least 4As or a SAT score of >2250. I promise whoever it is that I’ll make good of this chance to prove my dad that he’s so damn damn damn wrong.
Sungei Road Market a.k.a Pasar Lane Market
Went to send three of the class girls off to Taiwan today. T3 and T1 were kinda empty, I guess the only nice excuse to explain it would be the long felt effects of the recession. Nonetheless the vastness of the terminal is nice to soak in.
After they went into the holding area I went to search for the Sungei Road Market. I promised Davin since last year to check it out with him, after our Haji Lane + Arab Street stakeout, felt kinda bad about it at the start but much better towards the end because it wasn’t really worth the effort.
I strolled around with the tall building besides Raffles Hospital as a landmark. I know it was around the Bugis area/Sim Lim Towers, but not exactly sure where. A wealth of time and energy led to my random walking all the way till Suntec was within close sight. Which was obviously in the wrong direction. Bashed through the alleys to get back to the right areas (above).
Some guy told me it would be located at the back of Rochor Centre… he just didn’t mention how much further back it was. It was quite a stretch, I reckon 500m. Plus loads of road to jaywalk across. The shophouses I passed by were really old and I guess their location are distributed by sheer word-of-mouth.
Finally met a shopkeeper who gave me accurate directions. Sungei Road Market is actually at Jalan Besar. Or more accurately Pasar Lane. Yeah. I think Pasar means Market right?
I wonder why I didn’t take more photos of the market that would make the arduous journey worthwhile, but honestly, I think it wasn’t really worth the effort of walking there. Most popular items displayed are wires with plugs, handphones (really old and rotten ones), watches (Rolex for 5 bucks) and spoilt film cameras. I asked a shopkeeper where they get their stuff… turns out most of them are Karang Guni-s selling their ware.
Headed back to more urban districts after that. Felt the colourful spirals were worth the shot.
And headed to Iluma to check it out. It’s real empty, boring. Much better to shop at Parco then head over via the link bridge for a good quiet meal. There’s a whole floor for chain restaurants, I would recommend it for couples who hate eating at crowded restaurants (and dig totally empty places).
Headed to town after that to walk around with the guys. Ivan was disgustingly late and I left disgustingly early. My calves feel strained after a whole day’s of walking so I’m gonna plump my butt down for the rest of the night.
Jobless and worrying.
Sat up for nearly a whole half an hour wide awake after listening to Stolen before falling asleep last night.
Worried about impending A’s results’ release, SATs, National Slavery and erm… life.
Yesterday passed rather slowly with me doing SATs practice with friends. It feels rather… weird (or is quaint a better word to describe the feeling?) to be able to walk out of house in tee and shorts with slippers, no bag, just a thick fat book in the hands, and taking the bus instead of the train, and not to work, but to chill.
After 20 plus days of repeating the same day like the first 8 episodes of Haruhi (as described by Nyankopro), having a change in routine feels strange rather than refreshing.
Leaving home in 20 minutes to the school gym, and hopefully I manage to summon the absent determination to run after weights. And since orientation has started, I guess popping by the college section would be on the list too.
Nothing much to life now really. I am now rich-er in a sense, but since the pay hasn’t came in I can’t think of spending too.
Brought out like 50 dollars yesterday, but paid 34 for my newly arrived Threadless tees, 10 for lunch, and now… just broke. Frugality is here to stay I guess, and recession is permanent for the newly minted adult that resumes unemployment.
Thoughts of paying my father for Prom, repaying my long debt for my eldest brother’s 21st birthday present (from my second brother) all surged back into my mind last night.
And I still haven’t typed that email to Miss Chua regarding the NYAA issue.
I pray this stagnancy will wipe itself clean soon.
Temporary forever.
Last day of work, my patience was worn thin nearing the end, swore and swore, cursing underneath my breath (like what I did with the Internet minutes ago), especially those last minute deal seekers, unable to recognize that repeating thrice that we cannot cut the price, really meant that we could not cut the price.
Especially this bunch of foreign workers. They came back three times, asked the same questions riled up promoters from all three brands, and changed their mind thrice?! And it was 5 guys. They took a whole freaking afternoon. They must be all single, because it must have taken a whole village to choose a wife for one of them. Or after every lunch they must start deciding what they’re gonna eat for dinner.
Nearing the end we dug out the 1TB unit which was most sale-able but we thought we had ran out of stock for. Felt so sorry and desperate I carried it out and loitered the path in front of the booth. But after 4 for a whole 1 and a half hour we sold nothing. It was sian at its most distilled. Even studying biology for A’s was better, at least there’s mental activity.
But hey, everything’s over now.
Just gonna be studying for SATs, and sneaking in gym and shopping here and there, now that financially I’m not that restricted. Must detox myself of frugal fatigue, and start warming up by window shopping.
Getting a bit depressed the more I think of my financial situation.
Maybe it’s the real fatigue at work.
Say Yes to Harvey Norman.
I can’t believe it, but the temporary job stint I had is finally ending tomorrow. Today’s warehouse sales was hell. I saw the ugliest side of Singaporeans, as well as the ugliest Singaporeans. I think Singaporeans are a weird breed. The typical response to “Hi, can I help you sir/ma’am?” is a shake of the head. No “no thank you”, just a shake of the head. Or a bewildered look, like I said “We’re all gonna die in 2012″ or something along that line.
Quite sickening. Iomega’s booth happened to be beside this… I have no idea what you call it, carriage, I guess, containing those multi pin-point plugs, screwdrivers and stuff. Many people often enquired about hard drives and then… turn around to check out the plugs?! Like what on earth. Any decent human would go to a warehouse sales and explore it in a more rational manner. I really can’t figure out this highly confusing behaviour, only explainable perhaps because they move on a proximity basis and screwdrivers happened to be on their shopping list as well.
There was this foreign worker who placed a dollar coin and waved his screwdriver at us, thinking that we were the cashier. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to think about what he saw in front of him, a.k.a. hard drives, not plastic bags and cash registers.
Amazingly retarded folks asked amazingly retarded questions too, or retardedly long questions, repeatedly like they suffered from amnesia. There was this guy who went on and on for 20 minutes, I patiently answered, forsaking 5-6 customers on the way. When he finally took the hard drive I heaved a sigh of relief. Then he walked past Samsung, took one of their hard drives and returned me my brand.
Another asked about difference between overwrite and hard drive.
There would be the occasional uncle and auntie asking what are hard drives too. Or try to pry them open like what our less evolved cousins do with anything new.
Tomorrow would most likely be a repeat, I wish Kindness Campaign could do the flower giving campaign to these ungracious and retarded folk.
That would really really brighten up the stuffy and gloomy warehouse.
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