Work
I've started working, the work was offered by Joe's mum. She's really kind to call me up and ask if I wanted to go for a job interview with Joe. Well, I did. And I got the job, alongside Joe. The company's a manufacturer for HP printers/laser plastic parts. So we gotta stick barcodes on all of them and pack them into boxes for shipping. The cool thing about this is that wherever we go around the world, we can see HP printers that we've actually touched before. So that's kind of impressive.
The sick thing is....
We're suppose to do all this monotonous repetitive things everyday.
But, I guess money is the biggest incentive.. money is always the biggest incentive to force someone into doing something - fortunately. Anyway it's crazy fun cause we have loads of Malaysian Aunites there, and they crack jokes and make the working environment really comfortable and lite. There's even a christmas part coming up in our section. And according to one of these aunties, we'll get sprayed all over with part foam, it'll be ruthless.
Even though there are many teenagers around the workplace. I didn't really bother socialising with them, I just thought it was unnessecary. I'm unfriendly huh? I know. I always am, especially to girls. The underconfidence I get when I try to mingle with girls is immense. Anyway, I can get by it... not really keen on making longterm friends in a few weeks time.
WELL. That's gonna improve when I really do take a step further into JC/Poly.. hahah...
Headless Horsemen
Hanif, SH and I went job hunting today. It was pretty fun, cause we had a few job interviews to go to and we crapped a lot. I mean, that’s usual – when you’re around us we talk about almost everything. So we took a long ride to Holland V. We waited for bus 200 to bring us specifically into Holland V. The bus took around 30 minutes. 30 minutes waiting for a public bus is not cool, probably because I get more efficient bus arrivals at my part of Singapore, so I’m not used to all that, aha.
Hanif was actually the guy who did all the calling up and arranging of job interviews. So we got our asses down to this small departmental store, located strategically above a post office in some run-down building. The pay is pretty good, and all you have to do was just sit there and slack! Okay, by ‘slack’ I mean help customers when they need it and do stuff like stock-take. That’s pretty much the most basic things to do around….THAT’S ALL! haha. They carry brands like Abercrombie for really good prices on top of that. I mean, how cool is that? At the end of the day you could buy a few shirts at the exact place where you work. Haha.
On the way back to the MRT Station, there was a rooster on this hill, and Hanif was trying to catch it. It was just there, looking at the traffic below its stringent chicken legs, bobbling its head here and there, and those two red scrotum thingies that hanged from its beak wavering at its pace. And it was pretty mortified by Hanif’s advancement cause it sped across the hill at his slightest movements towards it.
Next we went to this place in Ubi Tech park. Ubi Tech Park is HUGE, it’s in Eunos by the way, it’s a massive urban jungle out there. We saw people whose belly buttons grew from their backs, and peeps who sounded like they were speaking a muffled sort of Tongues (well, Tongues is a unique Christian language only legible by you and God, it goes vaguely by repeating vowels). As I was saying, we entered the building looking for the company that’s offering the second job, and we realized they had special toilets labeled ‘Executive’ in the building….Seriously! Oh wait, I even have photos to prove it.
I mean, who ever invented the new gender species called Executives!? LOL. It’s crazily funny… I mean there’s always only been male and female toilets, and they cater to males and females respectively. By labeling the toilet Executive, it’s as if you’re trying to say executives belong to a totally different gender species from our usual male/female. Cause they don’t have to go to the male and female toilets. We were just roaring with laughter.
Funny how some stuff are made to screw up huh? Even though we are so orderly, and we try to meet demands so systematically, that we come out with pathetic solutions that are just too literal (As seen above). Adults don’t even know that stuff they do are sometimes so systematic, it’s funny for us, teenagers to sit by the side and laugh.
Well, more on jobs and stuff another time. And have fun for your hols!
Bygones Remain Disketted
I just threw away 80% of stuff from these pass 4 years (and even some before). Haha, sad to see all those worksheets the different teachers gave these in my secondary school life, go into a red plastic bags, ready for recycling. I guess I’m kinda a sentimental person, cause there were respective stuff I wanted to keep – like the write-up Darrell and I did (cause he went to Australia for a tulssy 3 years stay), some compositions (I like reading my own compos, unusually) and loads of small bits and pieces of homework, other people’s work (appeared mysteriously in my work bin), and many notebooks. When I was younger I was a freaking notebook person. I had 5 sets of notebooks filled with homework, thoughts, self-composed songs, jokes, lyrics, and a few pieces of paper of scribbled ‘chat’. It’s actually just passing pieces of paper around the class and writing what you wanna say. Like a chatroom on paper. Cool huh, I know, I invented it. Show’s deprivation in extends. Haha.
Many of them had Hanif and Tim’s handwritten thoughts. I was going through all the notebooks (including those chatlogs) and found it funny how people have grown. How we all have matured. Those notebooks had songs about Mdm Parames and Dora, I remember those from the resounding times in 2B, when Tim was nuts, and when I was crazy about center-parting hair. The 3 of us were called gays by so many peeps! Waha, experiences galore.
I remember how I used to bully Ray. Waha, now look how the tables have been turned. Well I can go on about all this crap. But it’s scary sometimes, to realize you’ve already past a stage in your life, and you will probably never see half of the people you hanged out with in school ever again. Well, that’s unless by some chance they call you back 30 years down the road for a reunion dinner, like in my Mom’s case.
There’s a lot of things I still wanna do, I still wanna worship God, do volunteery stuff, join the worship team at church, do windsurfing, do kayaking, teach, design, be a mentor, be a counselor, form a band like relient k’s, organize get-togethers, make loads of artworks, learn French. There’s just too much, and maybe these short span of four years, just don’t have the ability to let me do all that, that’s why we’re all leaving for somewhere that can.
Speaking of which, now, I have to go watch Iven’s Ayumi concert DVD, and then learn some French gammar. Btw, Chronicles of Narnia is a classic. C.S Lewis – he must have gotten a bigger brain than us all – woah.