Haven't blogged for a significant number of hours and minutes. Many things have happened this week- good and bad. So bad that I even cried. Huh... so sappy huh.
 
Let's start with Monday.
Woke up at 7 plus to get something from my boss who is going to camp... then went out with Mum to run some errands. Evening, went for Jap Class... Couldn't pretend I was NOT falling asleep cuz I woke up so early that day. Then it was Taekugki. You may refer to the Taekugki blog down there for a gist of the happenings. The movie ended so late and I came home so late (at 1230am cuz I rushed a cab) that I totally missed the alarm clock (oh what's new) and I missed my tuition, supposedly at 830am the next day.
 
Tuesday
initially, it was supposed to be tuition at 830am, rush to school by 11am, then paste the posters and print the tickets. THere were so little of us we ended only at 3pm after lunch at 2 and I rushed to tuition thereafter. CAme back at around 7 plus... one of the early record breaking days
 
Wednesday
Had make-up tuition in the morning, came home around noon and discussed itinery with jiapei and while she was playing the very nice gigi leung song on the piano i fell asleep on the bed only to wake up less than it-should-be-less-than-a few minutes later and rushed to my Jap class again. Came back at around 10pm?
 
Thursday (15 Jul 2004)
WORST DAY OF MY LIFE. certainly this day is worth a blogging mention and in contention for worst day of anybody's life absolutely award.
 
Woke up to the ringing of my phone and it was J. "WHy isn't the club URL on the poster?" Startled and directly said "We forgot." Which isn't an excuse but a real reason. Given the chronic shortage of manpower who can dedicate their time this week to this concert (say 3 people?) we don't have time to take care of additionals/add-ons or whatever. It isn't an excuse but a real limitation. While people have all the fun in the camp, some people and maybe I can say ONE poor soul got an excuse to stay out of it so that the poor soul can concentrate on the concert. But in the end, only to be accussed of not doing things properly, chided at and ok, even told what to do in return. Worst when people think I am slacking, have all the time in the world and lazy. If you can be busy, I can be even busier.
 
Like the online registration thing, being the IC, i didn't give clearance to this. Worst still, I wasn't told of this thing, until I went to the website and there it was staring at me. What is this man? Overriding or stepping over authority, or too much initative that even the IC was not informed or sought opinion. Totally feel a disgusting sense of disrespect.
 
The next thing was the request of the x number of tickets and to bring down to Plaza Sing at night. What rubbish. If I had so much time in the world to deliver some tickets, I might as well go for the camp and enjoy myself. No need to be stuck in front of the computer everyday, typing mails, telling committee members to do this do that.. like that cannot... like that can. So, COURIER lo. In the end I had to give whatever amount I had which resulted in me, not having enough for some others.
 
This is when things took a nose dive. After completing more club work like preparing the letter for complimentary tickets, and answering to more calls and emails, I finally made my way to Singpost to happily courier and then zip off to prepare for lunch with mum and prepare for the trip. Like changing money, buying whatever whatever...
 
1pm. Address incomplete. Woman at the counter accepted only postal code. "With postal code, we can type in, and the address will come out immediately" I don't understand why even with the name of the building, road name, unit number, and even phone number of the recipient the postman is not stupid enough to get to the place. Come on la. If taxi driver can do it, so can a postman. "No, the postman goes by postal code"
 
"I think the post office are the only people who care about postal code." I retorted, while talking on the phone with Mingli, with extra servings of mustard and sacarsm.
 
It was a desperate half an hour calling up all my lifelines. Which wasn't many and by 130pm finally managed to find the postal code. THanks to Papa who helped from his office.
 
The worst cannot get worst but it really did. Initially the woman told me $16 for 3 hour service. But now I was told "Because the postman is coming now, it is $24 for 1 hour" WHAT THE BEEP I WASN'T THE ONE WHO DEMANDED THE POSTMAN COME NOW..... WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME TO PAY $24. This is infringing on my consumer rights!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was a take it or leave it kinda situation, and having left with NO CHOICE AT All... i unwillingly, begrudgingly paid $24 for a 1 hour service as I couldn't wait to kick my ass out of this horrible SingPOST, incarnation of consumer jail. In my mind ran images of Michelle- a reborn of Incredible Hulk, smashing up SingPost and tearing letters pieces apart. But no, if I kick up a fuss, it will only seem that I am in the wrong, I lack emotional control and I am a childish cry-baby and SingPost will gain the upper hand and snigger at me. No way I will lose the battle.
 
So I called up WF and told him that the tickets will reach him in 1 hours time, and he was waiting in his hall.
 
At 317pm ( 1 hr 15 mins past the waiting time) I received a call from Head Office, SingPOST, informing me that the motorbike has broken down and they have already sent a vehicle to recover the parcel. The parcel will not be able to reach by 430pm, which is strange cuz having paid for the ONe hour service, shouldn't I expect my parcel to reach by 230pm since "THe postman is on his way now" Shouldn't the vehicle have broken down between 130 - 230pm and I would have received a phonecall by 230pm? What's the point of putting down my contact number on the slip when the postman cannot take his initiative or exercise his duties to call up clients AT THAT VERY MOMENT? I don't understand why there is such a lag in administration. Especially when the company deals with logsitics and espouses efficiency. No, I cannot see this at all.
 
At 415pm, I called up to check the status of my parcel, and still it was undelivered. Twice they spoke to me, although apologies were offered, twice there were no offers of a refund or money back since the parcel was already, so obviously LATE. Hello I paid a premium leh. Where is the customer service??? I had to be the one asking for the refund. THen i was told they cannot do full refund but can only switch it to a $16 dollar service. Fine....
 
At 450pm, I received another call from head office again, to inform me that the parcel has been delivered at 440pm. Ok. 3 hours late. "Any refunds?", "I have to discuss this" "I will not be in Singapore until next wednesday, can you give me a reply soon?" "Ok." Today is Saturday and I haven't heard from them YET.
 
Ah... I forgot to mention how YX called at 320pm, straight after I put down the call with the singpost head office. Before i gave him a chance to question me, i told him about the matter, which isn't anybody's fault and definitely not mine that the vehicle broke down. I am the middle man here. suffering like shit, and when i was told to ask them to hurry up. SNIGGER SNIGGER GRUNT. HOW TO CALL THEM TO HURRY UP??? So what if I ring them up? I don't have wings I can't fly. If I could I don't mind flying to swoop the parcel up and drop it at the destination.
 
Please give me a break. Stop wailing down at me.
 
I am writing it here that I hate to be told what to do.
 
I went home with "a stomach full of air", injustice and desperation.
 
Feedback lo! Feedback to Singpost lo. If they reply that they will "review the issue", my conclusion will be drawn. They will remain in my black list forever. I can't stand people who run their business poorly. Too much fat and slob accumulated from being Singapore's monopolist in the postal service.
 
So much for a Black Thursday. Totally spoilt my mood and ruined my appetite for TV.
 
Friday
Everything pales in comparison to whatever that can happen to me, but i'd certainly rank this number 2.
 
Early in the morning went to school (hall 12). Didn't know it was trailer shooting, i thought rehearsal.. so didn't bring my own make-up. The last time I used those make up, 4 pimples broke out on my pimple-less face. BEEP! 
 
Had lunch with Mingli and folded 60 over pieces of A4 paper into the complimentary tickets thing I was talking about... then went to collect our hall keys.
 
It was a corrosive sight of layers of dust, balls of dust and in the air lingered the pervasive smell of even more dust. So much so that Dust-Free Fairy would have admitted she forgot to bless the room of being dust-free.
 
Then walked to library... all the way again... to do FYP research. Probably the most fulfilling cuz managed to find some excellent and relevant articles :) Yeah.
 
Then walked all the way through North Spine to SAO, to collect 100 posters, which weighed a million tonnes. Should have asked Warner to courier straight to my house. Not SAO...
 
By the time we left, I was drained with sweat and smelt like a labourer. From Hall 12 my destination, I arrived at Hall Four bus-stop. The other end of NTU. Like giving myself a punishment for not going to orientation by walking so much it was like orientation. Oh I forgot to say that on Monday, I walked from Hall 12, loop round 13, 14, 15, 11, 10, 9 and finally 8 hor?
 
You can't imagine I typed 15 emails.... 15 of which included 2 extremly long emails, 2 proposals, and other shorter but important mails. All to handover and pass down before I leave.
 
SICKENING WEEK. Those who incur my wrath are extremly suay. Came the wrong time.
 
I gotta back my bag now. 1230pm. Had to type this mail before I go so that all my frustrations have an outlet and like what Mingli said "Spiritual Healing. If you believe you are happy, you won't fall sick." I can feel my flu healing. Just don't curse me while I'm away.
 
Bangkok.... Here I COME!!!!!!!!! :)

I hate to admit it but I was very tempted to type "My Love-Hate relationship with War Movies" on the title bar.

Two nights ago I came back from a very yawning screening of blood, guts, gory and brotherhood.

I think the only time a movie ever gets to start later than stipulated is at premieres, and gosh, it is ridiculous, the movie started 45 minutes late!!!! Pardon me, being very low-key and neutral to movies, I have never attended a premiere before. Gosh... Mingli was half way through our MEDIUM size tub of popcorn even before the movie... sheesh.

Well, we walked to our seats, fourth row from the front which isn't exactly much to cheer about cuz it was so near the screen, and so near the edge that I could feel the creepsss... but anyway, being a very sua-ku person who hasn't been to premieres before, they actually gave out a notebook with their poster on the cover!!!!!! Whoa!!! And it was on every single seat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hehehe... And you know what, there were 2 empty seats beside ours... that means, we could take the 2 notebooks!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Argh. but guess what, we wanted to do so when the cinema dimmed and the show started so it was less obvious but... STUPID THE STUPID SHAW USHER CAME AND TOOK THE TWO BOOKS AWAY!!!!!!!!!! DAMN PISSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can't even let me have one more piece of Won Bin... Beep you.

Well, ok, to get back to the part on love-hate relationship with war movies... Let's recall those I have watched. As far back as I can remember, they are:

(In no sense of chronology)

1) Forrest Gump (Partly, he was in the Vietnam War)
2) The Trench (B-list, shot totally in the trench) not sure of it's real
3) Troy (Ancient War movie)
4) The Devil's Arithmetic (starring Kirsten Dunst, about the Holocaust)

There are a few telling signs from my list... First, it's short, meaning I don't really watch that much movies. Secondly, it's short, meaning I don't really watch war movies. In a bid to help trigger my memories, I actually searched war movies on yahoo, and gosh, to my horror, there are actually websites set up by war movie fans and they do categorise it into what kind of war is depicted from WWI, WWII, Even the Battle of Gettysburg. WHOA. For one thing, I didn't know that Top Gun was a War Movie! haha

A simple reason why I absolutely hate war movies is, there cannot be any difference in plot, color, actors or scenes.

Plot -> ends up the same way
Colour -> Coloured the same way (grey)
Actors -> Tragic in the same way
Scenes -> Gory in the same way

They always remind me how bad war is, and make me lament brutality, innocence and you know, what is all these fighting for?

I hate war movies. They set me asking questions that I never have answers to.
I hate war movies. All the Blood and Gore.

Well, I wasn't there to watch Taekugki anyway, it was like another war movie. Grey, Gory and Bloody. There are even maggots. But I do like a few parts where the director directs the movie... like towards the end, where it is the same location, and same action, but different time, different actor... somewhat juxtaposition and mirroring but not exactly these terms... the back part was nice. I liked it...

Apart from that, there were guts and grey matter flying even towards the camera and blair witch effect shaking during the bombing and everything, well.. I think all these would be better if I had a better and more central view of the screen.

Anyways, I might just watch it again.... :) For Won Bin.

My Love-hate relationship with Taekugki.

When you're pun-ny and you know it, clap your hands.

Ladies and Gentlemen, time to show you how lame my brother is.

Before that, kindly shift your attention to the pink shawl PPT is wearing.







B for Brother.


B: Sis, (looking at the photo), what's the girl wearing in pink? Is it a shawl? She's just wearing that ah?
Me: It's a shawl....... (obviously irritated by a question that displays a male's ignorance to the glam equipment of a female)


B: Ok...




SHAWL TOWEL








P/s: I worked at Shaw Tower

Hey Hey...!

Tomorrow was supposed to be a day that I am supposed to look forward to... But Alas!

Well, the truth is, to see Won Bin in the flesh, the idea that I was supposed to see him in the flesh had always felt like a dream. Well I think it might as well just continue to be, a dream.

Sigh...

And I'm stilll struggling and constipating my internship report, which has been delayed for a week. TO think that I swore to finish it during the last two days of my internship so that I can fling that load off my shoulders. Well, my habit of procrastinating, or rather, to put it in another way, bad prioritising, is still my habit. FUN. SLACK. WORK. It comes in this order.

Disclaimer: Well, depends on what kind of work la. Haha.. If it's fun work then it would be FUN WORK. FUN. SLACK. WORK.

WORK-WORK-WORK is meant to be fun.

Speaking about work, one question, one thought popped up these few days.

Actually I shouldn't use the word "popped" cuz it's supposed to be a very serious issue.

And on further thought, i shouldn't use "one question, one thought" cuz it's a series, a string of thoughts and questions. (Ok, I talk faster than I think. Hmm, I've always been talking to you if you haven't realised...)

Well... these thoughts and questions can be summarised into one topic. Often discussed by many, and commonly known as "My Future".

I'm feeling quite a number of things, such as like, sense of loss, indecisiveness, and all of a sudden I realised that I have been doubting my own abilities. In a situation of conflict, irony and eternal search for an answer that even if I dig deep enough I don't seem to be able to find it. Well...

I am tussling with 2 possible routes to go after graduation. Though graduation's only in about 9 months. (which is quite fast and therefore a scary thought) I haven't decide which path I wanna go. It's like.. Ok. After series of elimination, I am boiled down to 2 choices. A headhunter or somebody in the media/events industry.

The reason why I am keen on the former is the autonomy and the freedom that I seemingly can have in the job. Something desk-bound is not for me, and after a series of self-discovery, I have struck "in-house company HR" off my list. The internship only led me to confirm my disinterest in this area. I'd like something more active and initiated, rather than passive or background. I also realised that I'm not the perfectly people oriented kind of person, lacking the compassion to really really really want to increase the welfare of the people around me. I do believe such people exist. They really really really want to up the welfare. I am just not that up to this standard.

To be a headhunter would be great, cuz I heard you get quite a lot of money and prestige. Well, imagine people clamouring to drop you a namecard, that's what I imagine it to be, at least. Correct me if I am wrong. The bottomline is, it theoretically should bring me to a very comfortable financial state fast enough to start my own business by the time I am in my late 20s. I do believe if I work on making prudence and frugality my core values I would get there fast enough.

The 2nd option is somebody in the media/events industry. I've been doing events for quite some time and still pretty passionate about it. The most important thing is I feel that I am having enough experience to start commanding a fee for my services if not expertise. Well, not boasting around here, it's different every event, you gotta study each and every different and unique situation, but I really think I at least qualify for the basic principles, which thou is not stupid enough to divulge here. Haha. Each woman for her own... erps.

Well, you might have noticed, pardon my digressing that I said somebody. THe problem is clear enough. Somebody, but hello!!?!! Who!?!?! Yes, I have a problem with that. Somehow I think i don't have the textbook knowledge, you know, as in, I didn't take Mass Comm in school. But somehow I think my experience might just rope me in, at least, I am a business grad... at least... But without the textbook knowledge does it mean I have to start pretty junior? Then if everything goes well, maybe I can be in a management position in my late 30s? That means get enough money by late 30s? Notice the difference? Late 30s and Late 20s?

The thing also is, I'm quite confident of getting a job either way. With my contacts with the media/events industry, and my HRC degree, it's just which route I want to take.

At the end of the day, it's really a matter of getting that money to get to where I want to be... It's never true that I don't care about money. I do. It's also true that I want to do something that I truly like. So much so that, I don't turn back and say "Ah... I should have done something else instead..."

THere is only one lifetime. How would I choose to spend it? Life is so short, should I think about tomorrow, next week, next year, or 10 years down the road? It's kind of like watching myself in reality TV, and...

I really don't know.

Having a passion, but fear to pursue it cuz there are so many practical issues confronting you. It's like hearing about these issues and telling yourself no it won't happen to you. But the truth is, it happened to me. I am nearing a crossroad.

I asked my family members, what would they like to see me be, I forced an answer out of them. Here are their responses.

Mom: I don't think about it. Whatever you like, you do.
Me: No, you must say something.
Mom: CEO, like Olivia Lum of Hyflux.

Thanks for putting your faith in me and believing I can achieve that kind of thing, mum.

Bro: I want you to be happy...
Me: No, you must say something tangible, physical.
Bro: (Bewildered look)
Me: Hmm like weightlifter, bodybuilder... ah, cut the crap
Bro: Boss of a business

Thanks also for putting your faith in me, knowing that I want to be a boss and I can achieve this kind of thing, brother.

Dad: (Sounding distant, echo-ey and disturbed) You want to talk about it now ah.
Me: Hmm Ok I ask you later

Which I never did, cuz Dad was in the toilet doing his big business and I interrupted at the wrong time, and I did not bother after that, but will try to get something out of him tomorrow.

Well... Didn't want to write so much, perhaps the deepest thing I ever wrote or articulated, apart from the time I was so mad at my brother I wrote a prose swearing him. That was a couple of years back.

Well... crossroads.....

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