desktop musings

Sunday, September 24, 2006

another boring post

with at least 6 months of free time to fill up, life has presented me with a very pleasant headache... i have one more work week to spend before my course ends... then i will start taking all the leave that i saved up for since the beginning of the year... with my 22 months of neural inactivity coming to an end, i find myself facing rather precariously (if i continue to procrastinate) the possibility of spending the next half a year or so wastefully... if finding a job was so easy i guess the world would have many more happy people... of the 6-8 months that i have, i plan to spend at least 2 months playing/travelling/slacking which still leaves me with a lot of time to fill.

since i am writing this entry out of boredom, i shall attempt to review my life thus far, within the time taken to write the next line,trying to list out a few jobs that i might have the chance to take up...

1. teaching
i vaguely remember telling my mother in primary 1 that i wanted to be a chinese teacher (believe it or not) after scoring 95 marks for my first ever exam. then again, i probably scored 95 for everything else cause primary 1 was so bloody retarded(as if that i am not) but then i wanted to teach chinese cause the chinese teacher was the nicest to me. the form teacher who taught english was a bitch who marginalised me for some reason i cannot remember and discouraged me with insentitive remarks like "why are you so blur" or "can you do your work faster.. you are so slow"... i guess she didnt understand the virtues of being meticulous even though i was still 7 years old but then again who gives a damn if a 7 year old is being meticulous with his work as long as he hands up his homework on time. unfortunately, i became very affected by that and subsequently sacrificed quality for speed. this explains my indecipherable handwriting at times and my congested style of writing (whatever that meant)... eventually my quality in chinese began to prevail and i started to score like 59 instead of 95 primary 3 onwards and till today my mother still laughs at me everytime she gets reminded of what i told her back then.
but seriously, teaching has always been something i considered even though i know i would get tired of it after 3 months... fortunately throughout my 12 years of education i was actually inspired by a few teachers who earned my respect, unlike that condescending bitch in p1 who told me that i would struggle in upper primary and would do worse than her favourite few students... last time i checked, those few pets of hers didnt make it to uni or jc or sth so take that you bitch...

2.taxi driver
i enjoy the feeling of driving on an empty road at night so i was kinda hoping that i would be eligible to drive a taxi and hopefully get the night shift so i can drive around on empty expressways and still earn money at the same time... i'd probably have an advantage over most taxi ahpeks linguistically since i can speak coherent english(i guess)and suck up to ang moh tourists who dont mind getting ripped off for a quick tour of singapore in a taxi... imaging driving them around the island, introducing the splendid tourist attractions that the gahmen wants us to promote and doing all of that with style and panache in my humble little taxi, with my meter running... exciting job, good pay, and i finally get to drive a manual car... seems like a good option, except for one thing... i am not familiar with the roads yet...

3.office boy at a bank
my sister might be able to get me a job somewhere relevant to my uni course... as an office boy i might get a glimpse of what i might be doing in the future if i manage to graduate... pay is good, air conditioned building, pleasant work environment, nothing but saikang from everybody... might get boring after a few weeks...

4.guitar shop assistant
might exciting since i probably would get to try out every single guitar at the shop... problem is, i might not be competent enough to demonstrate the guitar to customers... most importantly, pay is shit...

5.bartender/waiter
cool job, might learn pr skills and if i get a job at an interesting restaurant/pub it should be quite memorable... pay is fine if the job is interesting but i might be too impatient with difficult people... remote option...

6.extend service in army by 6 months
just kidding... siao ah... only a moron would do that... phui!

thats all...
43 days...

Monday, September 04, 2006

off!
wow... im getting a glimpse of life beyond november 7th and im feeling bored already. but what the heck... anything is better than this... even boredom... i was reading ST's (straits times...) report/tribute this morning and something struck me... no not dying from a stingray's erm... sting, but how your friends and family will think about you after you die... if people around you were tasked to write a tribute about your life(im not talking about friendster testimonials) or give a eulogy at your funeral, how would it be?

some of you might roll your eyes at this but i think one of the best tributes i have seen is from the play julius caesar... ok i think some of us held that dreadful book in much contempt while we were younger and studying but if you bother to fish that book out and read it again as what it was meant to be(a play... not a study text) you might actually unearth a few gems from ground you covered in a much different perspective earlier... that aside, marc anthony ironically gave a brief tribute to his "enemy" brutus just after he commited suicide, when he thought that the battle was lost... he said "He was the noblest Roman of them all... his life was gentle and the elements so mixed in him that nature might stand up and say to all the world, 'this was a man'.."

ok i wont go through the pains of explaining all of that cause i realised that it looks really simple from the blog but i can tell you that if you put appropriate things like his character build up into perspective, you would realise that it really is a telling tribute which i wish i could have, even from enemies i might have... i mean without the part about murdering someone or killing myself... you get the idea... right? right...