Adapting...Evolving...

I guess everyone starts off like this.....?

After 16years of studying and stressing over exams, we finally enter the workforce, and start facing the "real" stresses of life. That's when the study loans, the income taxes and CPF contributions letters all coming in at once. If that's not enough, you start to worry about getting married, housing matters, and retirement plans!

What stressed me during my study years cannot even compare to what I am facing right now in my working life. As a student, you are responsible for yourself. Not even your parents can dictate what you do in school, so essentially, it's all up to you to decide which path to take- to study or not to study, to finish that dreaded assignment, or just complete it sloppily. Of course you will be graded, but eventually, you face the rightful consequence and no one but yourself will be affected by it.

And when you fail in school, it's really no big deal. I used to think failing a subject is the end of the world, but now- after working for 3 months professionally, failing a subject in school is NOTHING. Either you work harder next semester, or re-take that subject. What's the big deal?

Now, when you start working, your actions have consequences on a lot of people. Your colleagues, boss, and clients will be affected by the things that you choose to do.

So what happens is you adapt...adapt to working life, waking up early, dressing up in formal wear (it's no longer t-shirt and jeans), putting on make up so that you will not scare your clients with your "natural look", wearing heels (I hate this part the most), and squeezing with the rest of working people on public transport (and risk getting violated by indian fuckers...see previous post).

Then you evolve....you become someone who has to take up so many responsibilities at one go. You really can't afford to mess up at work, since it will have disastrous consequences on many people. You can't choose to do work sloppily anymore, and you cannot choose to skip work as and when you feel tired. You evolve into a Superhuman.

SIAN AH!!!!!!

As said by one of my friends who is about to enter the working life, "work only has one equation: work=never-ending"

I must say this friend has fore sight.

F.U.F. (Fucked Up Friday)

Others Thank God It's Friday. But I am having a Fucked Up Friday.

Didn't really wake up to a good mood, partly because the night before had a tiff with Eric. And previous night's training was damn tiring. Woke up with a sore butt, Marie's drill really did have an effect on my butt.......

And then on the train to work, this fucked up indian fucker had to squeeze pass me for dunno what reason (I found out only later..) and stand so freaking close behind me. Then i realised he was having a fucking erection behind me! how did i realise? because i could feel it!

yes, he stuck his stick behind me!!!

What did i do? Turned around and stared and look up and down at him till my eyeballs wanted to shoot out at him for some good 10 seconds till he got scared and took a few steps back.

He then pretended to sleep for the next few seconds and tried to lean closer to me and i swear i could feel his hand at my butt. *Marie's drill really did have an effect on my butt.......*

This auntie standing beside me also sensed danger and told me to move further into the cabin to avoid that indian fucker. But i was getting off in the next few stops and didn't want to be stucked inside, so i chose to stay at the same place. I swear to myself i would have shouted at that indian fucker if he tried something funny again.

He got off at the next stop. I just lost my chance to teach him a lesson. Fuck. Should have shouted at him at his first attempt. Can't believe I was such a coward. Damn...

Can't Thank God for Friday today.

Mr. Mascoe

Mr. Mascoe contacted one of my best friend recently via email, and it's really cool to hear from him again. I believe the class of 2G missed him badly ever since he went back to Canada.

He was one of the best teachers I've met, we were really lucky to have him as our form teacher. The coolest teacher around ever. I mean, who would teach confidence in speaking out in class by asking your student to stand on the table and shout out her answer. No it did not happen to me, but to my classmate, who was very soft-spoken and shy. In the end, she did stand on the table and shout out her answer, and the whole class cheered for her.

That was just one of those special moments with Mr. Mascoe. Trust me, there were many more of these moments, which i still remember fondly. Mr. Mascoe coloured my secondary school days, and made going to school so much more interesting.

If you wanna take a look at his friendster profile, which i created for class 2G, here's the link:
http://profiles.friendster.com/29544338

Wedding dinner! No...not ours....

If you are planning to get married anytime soon, don't consider Furama Hotel as one of your choices. Service there is definitely not up to standards.

For a start, the waiters look like they are students from China. We were surprised when they poured hot tea over a child's head!

And when they served shark's fin soup to each individual bowls, shark conservationists around the world would have been cursing and swearing, because the waiter was dripping sharks' fin soup all over! What a waste.....

Then when we thought the waiter was too slow in his servings, my aunt decided it would be better if we helped ourselves...but the freaking waiter insisted he do the serving.....we were all starving, staring at the food with saliva dripping...yet he wanted to take his own sweet time to serve us!!!

Dear, no Furama Hotel for our wedding ok?