Grouchy Monday
It's 12 noon soon and I hate mondays.
It's more than Monday blues. I hate work, which is just tiresome and ongoing. I hate going out to eat and meet the lunch crowd later. I hate my aching body that refuses to stop aching. I hate my systematic planning brain that wants me to exercise later after work. I hate the slow mahjong players that tortured my Saturday night.
I'm just oozing of hate and spite. It's a Monday. ARGH !
Needs a spitton,
Benjamin
P.S. I had an okay weekend which I shall furnish the details on this blog later when I'm in a less grouchy mood. I need a punching bag. Badly.
Monday, May 31, 2004
Thursday, May 27, 2004
A will-get list
Unlike people who have wishlist which will never come true, I have compiled a will-get list which I'm gonna get just for meself before I shave my head (army).
The list of items are as follows:
1. CD player
The reason why I'm so backdated and still using the operating machine of a disc is because the regulations of the military state that Mp3 players are not allowed.
Hence, I'm not getting an iPod or an iRiver. I have something in mind which is the Nike-Philips ACT400 player which you can jog and run without the music going haywire.
I don't know how much it costs but I place a rough estimation of about $220.
2. Black pants
I'm still going to work for another 51 days in total, I need a decent pants as apparently, a panel of my coursemates whom I met up at our post internship seminar deemed my pants as "shiny pants". Well, it could be worse. At least they are not Simon Cowell who has no sense at all much less any dress sense.
I would most probably head to Zara or Dockers to get it. I need a good lasting pair.
Estimated cost: $90
3. Jeans
Apparently, all my jeans are pretty tacky and outdated and I really need a really really good pair of jeans that can last. As in, look funky enough for me to wear it. Somehow, I really have a high taste in how the cutting and design my jeans are and I am willing to splurge good money if it looks really really good. Give me suggestions if you have any.
Estimated cost: $150 max.
4. Geeky plastic specatacles
I need these plastic specs as I can't wear my Oakleys to camp. I don't wish to look like some rich brat. Anyway, getting a cheapo specs would be good and I would have a new look of being geeky, hairless and brainless. Such a good combo!
Estimated cost: $80 ~
5. Contact lenses
My dailies are almost depleted and I need to get them if I'm going out on a hot date. I have two weddings to attend and I need to look decent.
Estimated cost: $60 for a box.
These are my top 5 ranked items.
They are more of a NEED than a WANT and I WILL get them WHEN I get my freaking pay, which will be in a month's time....
Until then, I have to make do, and pretend to listen to imaginary music playing and go blind with speccies to look good,
The pain of vanity. The cost of living like a geek.
Penniless,
Broke,
Until my salary comes in,
Benjamin
Unlike people who have wishlist which will never come true, I have compiled a will-get list which I'm gonna get just for meself before I shave my head (army).
The list of items are as follows:
1. CD player
The reason why I'm so backdated and still using the operating machine of a disc is because the regulations of the military state that Mp3 players are not allowed.
Hence, I'm not getting an iPod or an iRiver. I have something in mind which is the Nike-Philips ACT400 player which you can jog and run without the music going haywire.
I don't know how much it costs but I place a rough estimation of about $220.
2. Black pants
I'm still going to work for another 51 days in total, I need a decent pants as apparently, a panel of my coursemates whom I met up at our post internship seminar deemed my pants as "shiny pants". Well, it could be worse. At least they are not Simon Cowell who has no sense at all much less any dress sense.
I would most probably head to Zara or Dockers to get it. I need a good lasting pair.
Estimated cost: $90
3. Jeans
Apparently, all my jeans are pretty tacky and outdated and I really need a really really good pair of jeans that can last. As in, look funky enough for me to wear it. Somehow, I really have a high taste in how the cutting and design my jeans are and I am willing to splurge good money if it looks really really good. Give me suggestions if you have any.
Estimated cost: $150 max.
4. Geeky plastic specatacles
I need these plastic specs as I can't wear my Oakleys to camp. I don't wish to look like some rich brat. Anyway, getting a cheapo specs would be good and I would have a new look of being geeky, hairless and brainless. Such a good combo!
Estimated cost: $80 ~
5. Contact lenses
My dailies are almost depleted and I need to get them if I'm going out on a hot date. I have two weddings to attend and I need to look decent.
Estimated cost: $60 for a box.
These are my top 5 ranked items.
They are more of a NEED than a WANT and I WILL get them WHEN I get my freaking pay, which will be in a month's time....
Until then, I have to make do, and pretend to listen to imaginary music playing and go blind with speccies to look good,
The pain of vanity. The cost of living like a geek.
Penniless,
Broke,
Until my salary comes in,
Benjamin
Contradictions
Life is full of contradictions. You believe that you have a way of thinking but you behave differently. Yes, my life is so weird.
Here's how:
I hate smokers, I can't conceive why people would smoke to harm their health just to look cool. So what if you say it soothes your nerves, I say it freezes your nerve system and next time I see you is in a Changi Hospital operation room. But then again, I get exposed to loads of fumes from public transport and I don't curse the bus drivers.
I eat alot and don't get fat. Now that I eat lesser, I get even fatter. Hence, I have resorted to eat alot to slim down.
I love to be kept busy, having things in my hand just calm my soul. I believe that by being busy, I have purpose in life. (Don't quibble, just read) However, everytime I get bogged down with work, I'll then take on a sianz look and just grudgingly complete whatever shit is thrown to me sometimes, but for most part of the time, I just become a mindless soul bent on completing my task. The weird thing is when I don't have any work to do, I complain that my superiors should give me more work.
I'm a geek in the sense that I keep myself updated with the IT world but yet I don't go about seeking gadgets to amuse myself, just the occassional necessary musings to fiddle about.
I seek to have a personality of my own by having my own style but can't seem to find a formula. Maybe I emulate what I see too much.
I talk alot in front of strangers, just to make them comfortable but when I'm in a crowd and just a lone figure, I will dilute to the background.
I talk about being flexible and spontaneous with my thinking but I have this weird obsession of planning and having a "what to do next list" in my mental conscience.
I have this weird obsession of washing and cleaning my shoes for the last 3 months but have not gotten down to doing it.
----------------------------------------------------
It seems my subconscious mind is lost in transition from adolescene to maturity.
From boy to man,
Benjamin
P.S. Today, I feel like I have been integrated into the Raffles office crowd as it seems I walk and talk like them, like a zombie who is looking for seats at the food court.
Life is full of contradictions. You believe that you have a way of thinking but you behave differently. Yes, my life is so weird.
Here's how:
I hate smokers, I can't conceive why people would smoke to harm their health just to look cool. So what if you say it soothes your nerves, I say it freezes your nerve system and next time I see you is in a Changi Hospital operation room. But then again, I get exposed to loads of fumes from public transport and I don't curse the bus drivers.
I eat alot and don't get fat. Now that I eat lesser, I get even fatter. Hence, I have resorted to eat alot to slim down.
I love to be kept busy, having things in my hand just calm my soul. I believe that by being busy, I have purpose in life. (Don't quibble, just read) However, everytime I get bogged down with work, I'll then take on a sianz look and just grudgingly complete whatever shit is thrown to me sometimes, but for most part of the time, I just become a mindless soul bent on completing my task. The weird thing is when I don't have any work to do, I complain that my superiors should give me more work.
I'm a geek in the sense that I keep myself updated with the IT world but yet I don't go about seeking gadgets to amuse myself, just the occassional necessary musings to fiddle about.
I seek to have a personality of my own by having my own style but can't seem to find a formula. Maybe I emulate what I see too much.
I talk alot in front of strangers, just to make them comfortable but when I'm in a crowd and just a lone figure, I will dilute to the background.
I talk about being flexible and spontaneous with my thinking but I have this weird obsession of planning and having a "what to do next list" in my mental conscience.
I have this weird obsession of washing and cleaning my shoes for the last 3 months but have not gotten down to doing it.
----------------------------------------------------
It seems my subconscious mind is lost in transition from adolescene to maturity.
From boy to man,
Benjamin
P.S. Today, I feel like I have been integrated into the Raffles office crowd as it seems I walk and talk like them, like a zombie who is looking for seats at the food court.
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
Reminiscence
3 years ago, I chose to come to an institution far away from home, no friends to tag along and the spirit of no regrets of not heading the a JC.
After the post-internship seminar yesterday, a subtle realization of our graduation and forever not attending lessons in a tacky lanyard hit badly at the back of my head.
3 years passed and I've been touched (not molested, dope) by many people I've met.
My lecturers, my club friends, acquaintance from overseas trips and strangers whose feet that I've stepped on.
Sigh.... all these will just be a memory.
Especially the lecturers, I miss all their wacky and weird personalities.
The momentous hour was when the spotlight was on the lecturers to say a last few words to us, the first batch of DMC students.
I swear they would shed tears if they didn't mask it with their laughter. I would be if I were them, seeing how they made us all "grown up".
The seminar invited a horrible guest speaker, which was the yucks of the day but Miss Peters (our lecturer who spoke wonderfully) mentioned this:
"If you could change one thing in your entire 3 years here, what would it be ?"
Now the typical cliche answer would be nothing. And that would also be my answer.
That's because through my endeavours and my failures, I've learned to gain through my losses and accelerate from my gains. Okay, i'm just talking bullshit actually since I don't invent the Time Machine and whatever I say now won't change a damn thing.
Through it all, my 3 years here have been time well spent.
I have no regrets. Except for the time in year 2 .... and that time I went out with this .... also that time when I knew about .... not forgetting how angry ...
*** Ben zips ***
The phrase is "no regrets". No looking back except looking forward for eternal damnation for 2.5 years. Boy am I going to look good in green.
Salutes,
Benjamin
3 years ago, I chose to come to an institution far away from home, no friends to tag along and the spirit of no regrets of not heading the a JC.
After the post-internship seminar yesterday, a subtle realization of our graduation and forever not attending lessons in a tacky lanyard hit badly at the back of my head.
3 years passed and I've been touched (not molested, dope) by many people I've met.
My lecturers, my club friends, acquaintance from overseas trips and strangers whose feet that I've stepped on.
Sigh.... all these will just be a memory.
Especially the lecturers, I miss all their wacky and weird personalities.
The momentous hour was when the spotlight was on the lecturers to say a last few words to us, the first batch of DMC students.
I swear they would shed tears if they didn't mask it with their laughter. I would be if I were them, seeing how they made us all "grown up".
The seminar invited a horrible guest speaker, which was the yucks of the day but Miss Peters (our lecturer who spoke wonderfully) mentioned this:
"If you could change one thing in your entire 3 years here, what would it be ?"
Now the typical cliche answer would be nothing. And that would also be my answer.
That's because through my endeavours and my failures, I've learned to gain through my losses and accelerate from my gains. Okay, i'm just talking bullshit actually since I don't invent the Time Machine and whatever I say now won't change a damn thing.
Through it all, my 3 years here have been time well spent.
I have no regrets. Except for the time in year 2 .... and that time I went out with this .... also that time when I knew about .... not forgetting how angry ...
*** Ben zips ***
The phrase is "no regrets". No looking back except looking forward for eternal damnation for 2.5 years. Boy am I going to look good in green.
Salutes,
Benjamin
Monday, May 24, 2004
Philosophy of Money!
People have differing views on love, career and family.
Some place family in high regard while some just exult in the independence of freedom from the grasp of the parents.
I have a strange philosophy though that I thought of last night as I reflect my upcoming career.
As career is interlinked with money, I have these thoughts:
Money is meant to be spent. Enjoy it while you are young.
You only live once and you are only young once.
Hence, if I ever need to spend money, I spend it for the moment.
Fruitlessly, for the pursuit of enjoyment be it to faraway places or amusing gadgets. Money is meant to be spent. Period.
However, I will keep a reserve for emergencies. The ratio of my earnings would be 75% expenditure and 25% of it for rainy days.
In most likely scenarios, 50% or more would be spend on living expenditure like transport, healthcare, food and drinking newater. Hence, there isn't much to spend in the first place.
Blame CPF is your first instinct. I say, blame proper planning of what your enjoyment is and save towards that goal.
The reason I have this "thinking" is that why save so much money only to end up crippled or less agile to fly to Europe where most of your time will be spend visiting touristy places when you can do it as a youngster, explore the corners of whatever city has to hide.
Being a travel fuddy duddy equates to seeing the world with a tour guide. "Pukes"
I digress. Being frugal is good. But being old with so much money is a total waste of your effort in your young years.
Life is meant to be celebrated , for people to see the world, not to wait until you die and then enjoy its pleasures.
That's my philosophy towards money and life.
Cest la vie,
Benjamin
People have differing views on love, career and family.
Some place family in high regard while some just exult in the independence of freedom from the grasp of the parents.
I have a strange philosophy though that I thought of last night as I reflect my upcoming career.
As career is interlinked with money, I have these thoughts:
Money is meant to be spent. Enjoy it while you are young.
You only live once and you are only young once.
Hence, if I ever need to spend money, I spend it for the moment.
Fruitlessly, for the pursuit of enjoyment be it to faraway places or amusing gadgets. Money is meant to be spent. Period.
However, I will keep a reserve for emergencies. The ratio of my earnings would be 75% expenditure and 25% of it for rainy days.
In most likely scenarios, 50% or more would be spend on living expenditure like transport, healthcare, food and drinking newater. Hence, there isn't much to spend in the first place.
Blame CPF is your first instinct. I say, blame proper planning of what your enjoyment is and save towards that goal.
The reason I have this "thinking" is that why save so much money only to end up crippled or less agile to fly to Europe where most of your time will be spend visiting touristy places when you can do it as a youngster, explore the corners of whatever city has to hide.
Being a travel fuddy duddy equates to seeing the world with a tour guide. "Pukes"
I digress. Being frugal is good. But being old with so much money is a total waste of your effort in your young years.
Life is meant to be celebrated , for people to see the world, not to wait until you die and then enjoy its pleasures.
That's my philosophy towards money and life.
Cest la vie,
Benjamin
Saturday, May 22, 2004
Love Movie Junkie
I loaded up on goofy romantic comedies and feel-good movies to occupy my Sunday.
I was too tired and lazy to even bother dressing up for a good day out even though the sun was lukewarm and the breeze beckoned for me.
The movies are:
"10 things I hate about You"
"My best friend's wedding"
"Love actually"
The common theme revolves around slight humour and tonnes of love. Undying love, sacrificial bonds and blossoming relationships. It just feels heartwarming to load up these feel good movies.
I love being deluded, or just plain oblivious. It's 99% true that delusion is happiness.
You will never know of war, pain and HIV.
Maybe people are just meant to live life knowing what isn't there.
Senior citizens live in peace without the Internet. The youth yawns over what history we have gone through. Adults are blind to the amount of stress that they place on themselves working 48 hours a week.
I yearn for love, I aspire to be loved and I want to love. It is just plain hard to feel love when you are deluded from the true meaning of love.
Regards,
Benjamin
I loaded up on goofy romantic comedies and feel-good movies to occupy my Sunday.
I was too tired and lazy to even bother dressing up for a good day out even though the sun was lukewarm and the breeze beckoned for me.
The movies are:
"10 things I hate about You"
"My best friend's wedding"
"Love actually"
The common theme revolves around slight humour and tonnes of love. Undying love, sacrificial bonds and blossoming relationships. It just feels heartwarming to load up these feel good movies.
I love being deluded, or just plain oblivious. It's 99% true that delusion is happiness.
You will never know of war, pain and HIV.
Maybe people are just meant to live life knowing what isn't there.
Senior citizens live in peace without the Internet. The youth yawns over what history we have gone through. Adults are blind to the amount of stress that they place on themselves working 48 hours a week.
I yearn for love, I aspire to be loved and I want to love. It is just plain hard to feel love when you are deluded from the true meaning of love.
Regards,
Benjamin
Shriek @ Shrek
Yippee! I watched Shrek for the Premeire. A movie to match a Friday.
Loads of spoofs, love the Puss in Boots, don't love the plot. 3.5 stars.
My coursemate, Meifen was nice to email me photos of grad ball night which I so carelessly deleted. 10q Meifen !!!
Note: If you 2 happen to read this and found it compromising that you are placed next to an ugly fella, let me know, I'll edit my body shot in photoshop to Brad Pitt's skirt.
Wonderful memories of that night. The best memories are best kept in a brain. Unless I microwave it too much with my nokia phone.
Internship has OFFICIALLY ENDED. For some of my coursemates, they let their hair down and remove their wigs and dance the night away.
Me. I just enjoyed the company of some frens watching Shrek and headed home to be boring.
I am going to enjoy the comfort of my weekend.
To sleep. Somehow, I'm lacking loads of it.
And note to self. I'm getting fat.
Before anyone dies of hilarity, I really have to admit I'm putting on the pounds. My work colleagues are astonised at my food consumption rate.
Just today for lunch, I eat almost 2 portions of rice, an entire small fried fish, half a plate of black pepper beef, one bowl of winter melon soup, a plate of nuts and a quarter plate of veggies.
We were at this Chinese restaurant along Boat Quay where I expected the price to be exorbitant but turns out not since I ate a Lion share and paid only like 8 bucks.
I'm such a glutton.
Maybe it's a good thing I'm putting on weight, since many people say I'm lanky. In Army, at least I have some weight to lose before they torture me like a prisoner and mal-nutrition me with packaged food from Singapore Food Industries.
Not that I'm complaining. My colleague from the Traffic department was talking about my impending enlistment and he said he was the very first batch that went to Tekong.
The food was horrible. Not anymore 15 years down the road....
As time goes by, the condition of life improves. I just don't like the linear one-way thinking that Army follows. Maybe I'm a creative person, because I never believe there is only one way to achieve something.
Zee signing off,
Senor Benjamin
Yippee! I watched Shrek for the Premeire. A movie to match a Friday.
Loads of spoofs, love the Puss in Boots, don't love the plot. 3.5 stars.
My coursemate, Meifen was nice to email me photos of grad ball night which I so carelessly deleted. 10q Meifen !!!
There were too many beauties around besides Meifen :P
Look like a rich brat next to Mandy
Note: If you 2 happen to read this and found it compromising that you are placed next to an ugly fella, let me know, I'll edit my body shot in photoshop to Brad Pitt's skirt.
Wonderful memories of that night. The best memories are best kept in a brain. Unless I microwave it too much with my nokia phone.
Internship has OFFICIALLY ENDED. For some of my coursemates, they let their hair down and remove their wigs and dance the night away.
Me. I just enjoyed the company of some frens watching Shrek and headed home to be boring.
I am going to enjoy the comfort of my weekend.
To sleep. Somehow, I'm lacking loads of it.
And note to self. I'm getting fat.
Before anyone dies of hilarity, I really have to admit I'm putting on the pounds. My work colleagues are astonised at my food consumption rate.
Just today for lunch, I eat almost 2 portions of rice, an entire small fried fish, half a plate of black pepper beef, one bowl of winter melon soup, a plate of nuts and a quarter plate of veggies.
We were at this Chinese restaurant along Boat Quay where I expected the price to be exorbitant but turns out not since I ate a Lion share and paid only like 8 bucks.
I'm such a glutton.
Maybe it's a good thing I'm putting on weight, since many people say I'm lanky. In Army, at least I have some weight to lose before they torture me like a prisoner and mal-nutrition me with packaged food from Singapore Food Industries.
Not that I'm complaining. My colleague from the Traffic department was talking about my impending enlistment and he said he was the very first batch that went to Tekong.
The food was horrible. Not anymore 15 years down the road....
As time goes by, the condition of life improves. I just don't like the linear one-way thinking that Army follows. Maybe I'm a creative person, because I never believe there is only one way to achieve something.
I love it when he does his little pussy cat baby eyes and his Spanish accent
Zee signing off,
Senor Benjamin
Thursday, May 20, 2004
Officially Employed !
I've signed on the dotted line. Yessire.
Pay is satisfactory and I'm an upgrade from intern to Account Executive.
Happy happy happy.
I'm not like overjoyed but at least I know I won't be awfully bored while awaiting enlistment.
To digress a little, I'm a little upset on a write-up of me being proud to be a virgin.
Let me exemplify.
I'm a virgin. But I don't go around purporting I'm one. I know people are out there having casual sex, whatever. I don't give a damn.
I have my own morals. I'm just not with that state of mind yet to "free" myself and go about romping with sexual partners in tow.
The scenario is I told my friends that I'm a virgin and they are not and they mock me playfully, asking me to "get laid".
That matter of me getting laid is not an issue. Tease me about it once in a while, it wouldn't feel a pinch but to the extent of writing about it and then go on harping on the bad connotations, that to me, is hurtful, coming from a dear friend.
Either I can go in a war of words with her or I can just choose to close one eye, I really don't give a shit now.
The damage is done. And trust, is an issue.
Humourless,
Benjamin
I've signed on the dotted line. Yessire.
Pay is satisfactory and I'm an upgrade from intern to Account Executive.
Happy happy happy.
I'm not like overjoyed but at least I know I won't be awfully bored while awaiting enlistment.
To digress a little, I'm a little upset on a write-up of me being proud to be a virgin.
Let me exemplify.
I'm a virgin. But I don't go around purporting I'm one. I know people are out there having casual sex, whatever. I don't give a damn.
I have my own morals. I'm just not with that state of mind yet to "free" myself and go about romping with sexual partners in tow.
The scenario is I told my friends that I'm a virgin and they are not and they mock me playfully, asking me to "get laid".
That matter of me getting laid is not an issue. Tease me about it once in a while, it wouldn't feel a pinch but to the extent of writing about it and then go on harping on the bad connotations, that to me, is hurtful, coming from a dear friend.
Either I can go in a war of words with her or I can just choose to close one eye, I really don't give a shit now.
The damage is done. And trust, is an issue.
Humourless,
Benjamin
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
Next phase
Moving on ....
Seems that life is filled with hurdles, you cross one and you leave behind some memories.
As internship is about to end, it also spells the end of certain things.
Like acquaintances of course mates will just be another face in the crowd.
It's really sad to see back in life how many friends we have lost along the way as we approach death. (I really sound sorrowful).
My primary school friends like Kelvin and Alex, whom I had strong bonds as a friend has now fade to oblivion. My secondary school buddies which took serperate routes and my mere contact now is only one.
My poly friends, whom I close to now, that constitutes Clara, Ivan, Eric, Aaron, Wendy, Gwenne, Wen Jun and Felicia, will just be a matter of time before we move on to the next phase of our lives.
Clara will be going NIE, Ivan and Eric will be heading to BMTC first but different schools, Wen Jun has to work in S'pore, Aaron is going to SCDF, Wendy is staying on as a journalist for the time being, so is Gwenne and Felicia is considering job options before she head to further studies.
Our lives that once met at the intersection will once again diverge as we find more crossroads where we will meet new people and new friends.
Will it all become a memory? Even so, what can sustain the friendship in future?
As much as mahjong and poly life talk can keep us afloat, I find myself slowly drifting away with some of my SB Club members when I met them at Grad ball where calling one another seems a bit tad awkward already.
What more a few years of abscene? Will we call one another? Will we meet up for a drink? Will we even recognize one another?
I sound depressed. Or even laughing at a sardonic future. But. This has been the way of life as we progressed. That is why a married couples has a handful of friends.
Why am I thinking of depressive stuff? I don't know. haha. Maybe I feel miserable right now. Not that I don't have friends to talk to but I think of the What ifs ...
A pondering wanderer,
Benjamin
Moving on ....
Seems that life is filled with hurdles, you cross one and you leave behind some memories.
As internship is about to end, it also spells the end of certain things.
Like acquaintances of course mates will just be another face in the crowd.
It's really sad to see back in life how many friends we have lost along the way as we approach death. (I really sound sorrowful).
My primary school friends like Kelvin and Alex, whom I had strong bonds as a friend has now fade to oblivion. My secondary school buddies which took serperate routes and my mere contact now is only one.
My poly friends, whom I close to now, that constitutes Clara, Ivan, Eric, Aaron, Wendy, Gwenne, Wen Jun and Felicia, will just be a matter of time before we move on to the next phase of our lives.
Clara will be going NIE, Ivan and Eric will be heading to BMTC first but different schools, Wen Jun has to work in S'pore, Aaron is going to SCDF, Wendy is staying on as a journalist for the time being, so is Gwenne and Felicia is considering job options before she head to further studies.
Our lives that once met at the intersection will once again diverge as we find more crossroads where we will meet new people and new friends.
Will it all become a memory? Even so, what can sustain the friendship in future?
As much as mahjong and poly life talk can keep us afloat, I find myself slowly drifting away with some of my SB Club members when I met them at Grad ball where calling one another seems a bit tad awkward already.
What more a few years of abscene? Will we call one another? Will we meet up for a drink? Will we even recognize one another?
I sound depressed. Or even laughing at a sardonic future. But. This has been the way of life as we progressed. That is why a married couples has a handful of friends.
Why am I thinking of depressive stuff? I don't know. haha. Maybe I feel miserable right now. Not that I don't have friends to talk to but I think of the What ifs ...
A pondering wanderer,
Benjamin
Employed !
It's 7pm and the MD came forth to tell me that they are going to hire me for an additional 2 more months for a project.
It has to do with my top 10 hated words.
Surveys.
I detest, loathe and spite survery-ors.
The very people that bugger me and piss me off when the sky is blue and the sun is just lukewarm for comfort.
The only weird thing is, I don't even know my pay.
They are going to give me a notification letter, hopefully telling me how much I'm going to get paid.
But I bloody hell don't know how much they wish to hire me.
If it is a pathethic rate, liberalization this Friday. End of internship.
But I only can pray hard for tommorrow, it better be 4 figures .... or I rather work as a rubbish chute cleaner....
$ minded and not ashamed of it,
Benjamin
It's 7pm and the MD came forth to tell me that they are going to hire me for an additional 2 more months for a project.
It has to do with my top 10 hated words.
Surveys.
I detest, loathe and spite survery-ors.
The very people that bugger me and piss me off when the sky is blue and the sun is just lukewarm for comfort.
The only weird thing is, I don't even know my pay.
They are going to give me a notification letter, hopefully telling me how much I'm going to get paid.
But I bloody hell don't know how much they wish to hire me.
If it is a pathethic rate, liberalization this Friday. End of internship.
But I only can pray hard for tommorrow, it better be 4 figures .... or I rather work as a rubbish chute cleaner....
$ minded and not ashamed of it,
Benjamin
Unemployed
Some of my friends were commenting how I lament on my blog.
Complain, whine and sound depress, half of that might seem true in my real personality because the other half is quirky, humourous and irritating.
My blog is an outlet for me to say anything you want and if you reflect back in your life, you will ponder more on the negative matters rather than think back on the positive.
It seems anger, rage and frustrations has possessed my spirit but I'm sure humour, joy and happiness has yet to leave me.
With barely 4 days to go, my internship draws to a near.
I've already emailed the management and awaiting their response. Hell with them if they going to let me stay for that miserly intern pay.
It's incorrigible to tell you if you equate effort to pay because I would have been able to buy a Porsche by now. I digress, not that I need an expensive car but as much as this has been a learning experience for me, it saddens me that it draws to an end if I don't get an extension.
I'm waiting for their offer. A contract. SOMETHING.
Either the management is lazy or they just decide to relegate me to intern pay and force me down the throat to accept it. Which I won't of course.
I would rather be a retail assitant where I can busy myself or be a barista. Their pay is at least TWICE as much for the assistance I have offered.
Yes, I sound like a gloated goat. But I deserve better.
Hence, I've decided to start scouting and scraping the bowl. I have 3 months break before hell breaks loose with me boiling with lava inside and I want to earn hell money.
Anyone?
Soon to be jobless due to lousy management,
Benjamin
Some of my friends were commenting how I lament on my blog.
Complain, whine and sound depress, half of that might seem true in my real personality because the other half is quirky, humourous and irritating.
My blog is an outlet for me to say anything you want and if you reflect back in your life, you will ponder more on the negative matters rather than think back on the positive.
It seems anger, rage and frustrations has possessed my spirit but I'm sure humour, joy and happiness has yet to leave me.
With barely 4 days to go, my internship draws to a near.
I've already emailed the management and awaiting their response. Hell with them if they going to let me stay for that miserly intern pay.
It's incorrigible to tell you if you equate effort to pay because I would have been able to buy a Porsche by now. I digress, not that I need an expensive car but as much as this has been a learning experience for me, it saddens me that it draws to an end if I don't get an extension.
I'm waiting for their offer. A contract. SOMETHING.
Either the management is lazy or they just decide to relegate me to intern pay and force me down the throat to accept it. Which I won't of course.
I would rather be a retail assitant where I can busy myself or be a barista. Their pay is at least TWICE as much for the assistance I have offered.
Yes, I sound like a gloated goat. But I deserve better.
Hence, I've decided to start scouting and scraping the bowl. I have 3 months break before hell breaks loose with me boiling with lava inside and I want to earn hell money.
Anyone?
Soon to be jobless due to lousy management,
Benjamin
Monday, May 17, 2004
Screwed up
Just so you know, my graduation ball pictures are all gone. Vamoose. Disappeared into a thin whiff of stale air.
I insist that I'm called a stupid dumb idiot. I thought the "format" button was to change the file formats to jpeg, bmp or gif etc etc but I knew it was another term to delete ALL photos, hence i press NO to format.
Bloody fuck. The camera wiped clean all the precious memories that I begged people to take photos with me.
Yes, I was miserable the next few days.
Relatively enjoyed myself, could do with a Xbox though.
Friday - Usual work day, stayed till 8pm and headed to the usual mahjong game.
Amazingly, I started out losing and gained momentum. Was the big winner.
Saturday - It was a peaceful day as I did my researched for which australian university I wish to head to. Although I'm considering American unis, i'm considering the more financially viable solution of Australia.
So there on a sweltering hot Saturday, I stayed cool under the breeze of my 2 fans, as I took a deep dive into the course modules.
Have shortlisted 4. Feeling glad about this minor achievement of planning my future.
I know I'm a geek. Sue me.
Sunday - Did more sleeping. Did some work. Did some reports for my internship.
Lazy Weekend for a lazy geek. OOPS. Lazy geek who is damn stupid.
Anybody with photos please share and send it to my google mail which has 1 GB of space at quikquiksilver@gmail.com
I apologize to those who come here expecting to see some glam photos of me and yourself. Sorry to dissappoint yall.
Sledgehammered myself,
Benjamin
Just so you know, my graduation ball pictures are all gone. Vamoose. Disappeared into a thin whiff of stale air.
I insist that I'm called a stupid dumb idiot. I thought the "format" button was to change the file formats to jpeg, bmp or gif etc etc but I knew it was another term to delete ALL photos, hence i press NO to format.
Bloody fuck. The camera wiped clean all the precious memories that I begged people to take photos with me.
Yes, I was miserable the next few days.
Relatively enjoyed myself, could do with a Xbox though.
Friday - Usual work day, stayed till 8pm and headed to the usual mahjong game.
Amazingly, I started out losing and gained momentum. Was the big winner.
Saturday - It was a peaceful day as I did my researched for which australian university I wish to head to. Although I'm considering American unis, i'm considering the more financially viable solution of Australia.
So there on a sweltering hot Saturday, I stayed cool under the breeze of my 2 fans, as I took a deep dive into the course modules.
Have shortlisted 4. Feeling glad about this minor achievement of planning my future.
I know I'm a geek. Sue me.
Sunday - Did more sleeping. Did some work. Did some reports for my internship.
Lazy Weekend for a lazy geek. OOPS. Lazy geek who is damn stupid.
Anybody with photos please share and send it to my google mail which has 1 GB of space at quikquiksilver@gmail.com
I apologize to those who come here expecting to see some glam photos of me and yourself. Sorry to dissappoint yall.
Sledgehammered myself,
Benjamin
Thursday, May 13, 2004
Graduation Ball
Tonight is Grad Ball night. I'm prepped up and ready to go. It's lunch time now but work has been keeping on my toes.
Just returned from a 3 hour meeting with a client. SO MUCH changes again. It's been revised SO MANY times I wanted to jump down from the building.
The traffic and the creative department are rather irritated with so many changes for one FA (Final Artwork).
Why can't they just make up their mind? Consolidate all opinions and clear the FAs and we will meet your deadline.
Being an A/E isn't easy because the ideal situation RARELY happens.
I digress. I have my stuff all crumpled into one bag and I will be so untidy for the prom. Sigh....
Well, I have to work and don't have the fortune unlike others to take a day leave. With so much work to do and my procrastination on approaching the MD on an extension of contract, you can't really blame me since my client is pushing me over the cliff and I barely have breathing space for a snorkel to be stuffed down the throat.
I exaggerate, but if I ever become a decision maker, I will adopt a certain perspective before proceeding.
You must be wondering. If Mr Ben Ben is so damn freaking busy, why does he have time to blog?
Well, I drank 2 cups of coffee for lunch and my tummy is rather satiated. The thing is, I NEVER drink coffee .... I only drink it under the circumstances of being under pressure aka stress.
With so many things to do, I better get my progressive briefs going and my encounters with the ferocious traffic department.
At least I know they just had their fill of lunch and I can be eaten as a tea break.
Food for traffic,
Benjamin
Tonight is Grad Ball night. I'm prepped up and ready to go. It's lunch time now but work has been keeping on my toes.
Just returned from a 3 hour meeting with a client. SO MUCH changes again. It's been revised SO MANY times I wanted to jump down from the building.
The traffic and the creative department are rather irritated with so many changes for one FA (Final Artwork).
Why can't they just make up their mind? Consolidate all opinions and clear the FAs and we will meet your deadline.
Being an A/E isn't easy because the ideal situation RARELY happens.
I digress. I have my stuff all crumpled into one bag and I will be so untidy for the prom. Sigh....
Well, I have to work and don't have the fortune unlike others to take a day leave. With so much work to do and my procrastination on approaching the MD on an extension of contract, you can't really blame me since my client is pushing me over the cliff and I barely have breathing space for a snorkel to be stuffed down the throat.
I exaggerate, but if I ever become a decision maker, I will adopt a certain perspective before proceeding.
You must be wondering. If Mr Ben Ben is so damn freaking busy, why does he have time to blog?
Well, I drank 2 cups of coffee for lunch and my tummy is rather satiated. The thing is, I NEVER drink coffee .... I only drink it under the circumstances of being under pressure aka stress.
With so many things to do, I better get my progressive briefs going and my encounters with the ferocious traffic department.
At least I know they just had their fill of lunch and I can be eaten as a tea break.
Food for traffic,
Benjamin
Wednesday, May 12, 2004
Saveeeeeeeee me.....
Okay, I'm bored. Yes, I've cleared all my work stuff and I'm just going to be a bum about it and blog before a trash heap befalls upon my head.
I watched Troy yesterday with Wendy. Either I can be a bastard and be a spoiler or just say what's on my mind.
Life! gave it 5 stars. In my opinion, that's rather rare when considering I found Troy a tad too forceful.
For those who want to watch it and avoid being polluted with my opinion. Stop reading and go watch downloaded necrophile Kazaa stuff.
I know I will sound like a typical blogger that laments about anything that he/she watches/do and so I'm one I guess.
3.5 stars is the most I would give to Troy. Because beyond the star-studded cast, unintriguing plot and the spectacular CGI shots of magnificent hordes of tojans, there is pretty much nothing to holler about.
But kudos to the fight scenes although it isn't like nifty Jackie Chan's moves or swift kickboxing action but the camera angles which was explored from is worth wow-ing about.
The ending was a little tad of a dissapointment as they try to hurry the story along, especially with the Trojan horse but what really gutted me was the gruesome burning scene of Troy and the cries and agonies of its citizens being duped.
In addition, there are too many dead bodies being burned at the stake to honour them. Seriously, 10 minutes of the movie is dedicated to corpse being honoured and all I could do was keep my eyes awake with "Milka" chocolate bought from Taka.
I'm just being anal but if I had to compare the thrill ride Van Helsing gave me rather than Troy. Great casting for Diana Kruger and Eric Bana. Both fit the role like gloves.
Too bad for Hulk but this movie is great for Eric. And Diana is a beauty. No doubt about it.
So, there you have it. My movie review for "Troy". Bah, I'm bored. Help me. I can't believe I'm complaining I have no work to do.
Work aside, my graduation ball is coming up.
My "outfit" is ready and it has a feminine appeal. No, I'm not wearing a loincloth or Trojan battle kit to show how masculine I am but I'm wearing a pink striped shirt inside.
You must be thinking. Ben, either you are assured of your manhood and don't care what people think as long as you are comfortable OR people might just think you're a homo.
Whatever. All I care about is I know I am and I like gals. And I want to wear pink undies if I want.
By the way, I feel that the entire outfit will look like a costume worn for a F4 album CD cover.
Don't mock me. Just be understanding and spit at me nicely if you see me walking dejectedly home after prom night.
I was excited about prom night until I confirmed something today. Bah humbug friends, who needs "them" anyway ......
"Grumbles softly..."
I'm already stuttering and not making sense.
Somebody save me,
Benjamin
Okay, I'm bored. Yes, I've cleared all my work stuff and I'm just going to be a bum about it and blog before a trash heap befalls upon my head.
I watched Troy yesterday with Wendy. Either I can be a bastard and be a spoiler or just say what's on my mind.
Life! gave it 5 stars. In my opinion, that's rather rare when considering I found Troy a tad too forceful.
For those who want to watch it and avoid being polluted with my opinion. Stop reading and go watch downloaded necrophile Kazaa stuff.
I know I will sound like a typical blogger that laments about anything that he/she watches/do and so I'm one I guess.
3.5 stars is the most I would give to Troy. Because beyond the star-studded cast, unintriguing plot and the spectacular CGI shots of magnificent hordes of tojans, there is pretty much nothing to holler about.
But kudos to the fight scenes although it isn't like nifty Jackie Chan's moves or swift kickboxing action but the camera angles which was explored from is worth wow-ing about.
The ending was a little tad of a dissapointment as they try to hurry the story along, especially with the Trojan horse but what really gutted me was the gruesome burning scene of Troy and the cries and agonies of its citizens being duped.
In addition, there are too many dead bodies being burned at the stake to honour them. Seriously, 10 minutes of the movie is dedicated to corpse being honoured and all I could do was keep my eyes awake with "Milka" chocolate bought from Taka.
I'm just being anal but if I had to compare the thrill ride Van Helsing gave me rather than Troy. Great casting for Diana Kruger and Eric Bana. Both fit the role like gloves.
Too bad for Hulk but this movie is great for Eric. And Diana is a beauty. No doubt about it.
Isn't her features gorgeous? My vote for the best screen couple of 2004.
So, there you have it. My movie review for "Troy". Bah, I'm bored. Help me. I can't believe I'm complaining I have no work to do.
Work aside, my graduation ball is coming up.
My "outfit" is ready and it has a feminine appeal. No, I'm not wearing a loincloth or Trojan battle kit to show how masculine I am but I'm wearing a pink striped shirt inside.
You must be thinking. Ben, either you are assured of your manhood and don't care what people think as long as you are comfortable OR people might just think you're a homo.
Whatever. All I care about is I know I am and I like gals. And I want to wear pink undies if I want.
By the way, I feel that the entire outfit will look like a costume worn for a F4 album CD cover.
Don't mock me. Just be understanding and spit at me nicely if you see me walking dejectedly home after prom night.
I was excited about prom night until I confirmed something today. Bah humbug friends, who needs "them" anyway ......
"Grumbles softly..."
I'm already stuttering and not making sense.
Somebody save me,
Benjamin
Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Super Pissed
I knew I was going to have a bad day at work when I stepped out of my house.
I KNEW IT. I am going to rant here. If you don't wish to see my whine and complain and make up a big fuss, go to here.
Okay, now that you have decided to here me roar, I'm just going to explode here.
I'm just pissed. VERY PISSED at how a good day is perpetually destroyed because I had a FUCKING BAD MORNING.
This was how it goes:
The train was practically full but I manage to board the train. With the freaky weather that spells global warming and looming destruction, I only had one thing in mind. Get to work on time.
I left my house early but I WAITED for like FRIKKING 20 minutes before I could board the bus.
STOOPID Bedok ITE people that live near my house. DELAY THE BUS like shit. I know its not their fault but I need to find fault with people. Bare with me. Or piss off.
NEVER MIND. Even though I was late, the next incident got me fuming and make me sound like a ranting lunatic now.
The train was relatively full. Typical of the office crowd. It was packed to the prim.
I felt like a FRIED sardine. I already folded my sleeves and the weather was scorching. I curse people who use products that destroy the ozone layer. That means I'm also screwing myself by cursing myself.
I don't give a fuck care.
I haven't come to the story yet. So at Lavendar MRT station, the train was smelly and packed to the brim. I was standing at the side of the entrance and a PREGNANT lady was standing besides me already which I had give some standing space for her to enter the carriage at Aljunied.
SO, there is no more standing space. BUT, at Lavendar MRT, this puny white outfit gal in her late 40s decided to squeeze into a space where you can only fit one stick of bamboo. Hence pushing me back.
I can't stand her frizzy hair which is so disgustingingly SMELLY and she INSISTS on her right of space by pushing me behing AND the pregnant lady. I want to put my hand on the grab pole but she had to LEAN on it (the new mrt design has the grab pole besides the door) and I had no choice but to place my arm over.
That's strenuous enough considering that I'm fucking hot and sweaty and TEMPTED to spit and shoot SNOT in her hair.
Lucky bitch, i didn't have a stuffy nose so there wasn't any mucus left for her drop dead ugly hair.
If you thought that was the end of it, SORRY. IT's NOT.
AS THE FRIZZY LADY SQUEEZED HER WAY IN, I HAD TO STEP BACK.
I stepped on one ladies toes. I didn't say sorry because I had to stare daggers at the lady in front who KEPT shifting and fighting for more standing space with a pregnant lady beside her and I had no more space to move AT ALL.
The worst has yet to come. Some crowd left the train at City Hall but the front and back lady was still there.
The lady whom I stepped the toes on was standing next to me now and she made a phone call. To spite me.
The following words on the phone conversation were "One stupid ass stepped on my toes ..."
FUCK YOU ! Is it my fault ? FUCK THE LADY IN FRONT !
FUCK YOURSELF IF YOU HAVE TO WEAR OPEN TOE HEELS AND I HAD THE UNPLEASANT HONOUR OF BEING THE FIRST ONE STEPPING ON THEM !
I WEAR LEATHER SHOES SO THAT I WON'T SCRINGE IN PAIN WHENEVER YOU PEOPLE IN HEELS HAVE TO STEP ON MINE. SO BE SMART AND WEAR SHOES THAT OFFER PROTECTION.
If I step on them, it is your OWN FUCKING FAULT that you have to buy sandals/slippers/clogs that dont offer protection.
It is a trade off. You fucking dont have to call me names A. Like I PURPOSEDLY HAD THE PUREST OF ALL INTENTIONS TO BRUISE YOUR TOES and B. like your shoes didnt offer you protection from the office crowd.
Whatever it is, I did not catch a good glimpse of how you look like but you are a haughty slut that spoiled my Tuesday. And now, I'm grumpy and feel like strangling the potted plant besides me.
OH DID I FORGET ! DID YOU WANT ME TO REACT AND SAY SORRY WHEN YOU PUT ON THAT CONVERSATION TO CALL ME AN ASS ? AND WHEN YOU SLANG YOU A S S WORD LOUDLY AND SACARSTICALLY, DID YOU WANT ME TO RESPOND ?
WELL, fuck off. If you EVER read this, go fuck that lady in front of me.
You and me paid the same train fare and any liabilities of death and injury is not borne to SMRT but you have to take care of not getting injured or dying in the train.
I'm so fucking pissed. And I wore the spiffiest of my shirt today and I was all ready to look prim and proper. And you fucking SCREWED my day.
THANK YOU VERY MUCH. BITCH.
*end of rant*
Benjamin
I knew I was going to have a bad day at work when I stepped out of my house.
I KNEW IT. I am going to rant here. If you don't wish to see my whine and complain and make up a big fuss, go to here.
Okay, now that you have decided to here me roar, I'm just going to explode here.
I'm just pissed. VERY PISSED at how a good day is perpetually destroyed because I had a FUCKING BAD MORNING.
This was how it goes:
The train was practically full but I manage to board the train. With the freaky weather that spells global warming and looming destruction, I only had one thing in mind. Get to work on time.
I left my house early but I WAITED for like FRIKKING 20 minutes before I could board the bus.
STOOPID Bedok ITE people that live near my house. DELAY THE BUS like shit. I know its not their fault but I need to find fault with people. Bare with me. Or piss off.
NEVER MIND. Even though I was late, the next incident got me fuming and make me sound like a ranting lunatic now.
The train was relatively full. Typical of the office crowd. It was packed to the prim.
I felt like a FRIED sardine. I already folded my sleeves and the weather was scorching. I curse people who use products that destroy the ozone layer. That means I'm also screwing myself by cursing myself.
I don't give a fuck care.
I haven't come to the story yet. So at Lavendar MRT station, the train was smelly and packed to the brim. I was standing at the side of the entrance and a PREGNANT lady was standing besides me already which I had give some standing space for her to enter the carriage at Aljunied.
SO, there is no more standing space. BUT, at Lavendar MRT, this puny white outfit gal in her late 40s decided to squeeze into a space where you can only fit one stick of bamboo. Hence pushing me back.
I can't stand her frizzy hair which is so disgustingingly SMELLY and she INSISTS on her right of space by pushing me behing AND the pregnant lady. I want to put my hand on the grab pole but she had to LEAN on it (the new mrt design has the grab pole besides the door) and I had no choice but to place my arm over.
That's strenuous enough considering that I'm fucking hot and sweaty and TEMPTED to spit and shoot SNOT in her hair.
Lucky bitch, i didn't have a stuffy nose so there wasn't any mucus left for her drop dead ugly hair.
If you thought that was the end of it, SORRY. IT's NOT.
AS THE FRIZZY LADY SQUEEZED HER WAY IN, I HAD TO STEP BACK.
I stepped on one ladies toes. I didn't say sorry because I had to stare daggers at the lady in front who KEPT shifting and fighting for more standing space with a pregnant lady beside her and I had no more space to move AT ALL.
The worst has yet to come. Some crowd left the train at City Hall but the front and back lady was still there.
The lady whom I stepped the toes on was standing next to me now and she made a phone call. To spite me.
The following words on the phone conversation were "One stupid ass stepped on my toes ..."
FUCK YOU ! Is it my fault ? FUCK THE LADY IN FRONT !
FUCK YOURSELF IF YOU HAVE TO WEAR OPEN TOE HEELS AND I HAD THE UNPLEASANT HONOUR OF BEING THE FIRST ONE STEPPING ON THEM !
I WEAR LEATHER SHOES SO THAT I WON'T SCRINGE IN PAIN WHENEVER YOU PEOPLE IN HEELS HAVE TO STEP ON MINE. SO BE SMART AND WEAR SHOES THAT OFFER PROTECTION.
If I step on them, it is your OWN FUCKING FAULT that you have to buy sandals/slippers/clogs that dont offer protection.
It is a trade off. You fucking dont have to call me names A. Like I PURPOSEDLY HAD THE PUREST OF ALL INTENTIONS TO BRUISE YOUR TOES and B. like your shoes didnt offer you protection from the office crowd.
Whatever it is, I did not catch a good glimpse of how you look like but you are a haughty slut that spoiled my Tuesday. And now, I'm grumpy and feel like strangling the potted plant besides me.
OH DID I FORGET ! DID YOU WANT ME TO REACT AND SAY SORRY WHEN YOU PUT ON THAT CONVERSATION TO CALL ME AN ASS ? AND WHEN YOU SLANG YOU A S S WORD LOUDLY AND SACARSTICALLY, DID YOU WANT ME TO RESPOND ?
WELL, fuck off. If you EVER read this, go fuck that lady in front of me.
You and me paid the same train fare and any liabilities of death and injury is not borne to SMRT but you have to take care of not getting injured or dying in the train.
I'm so fucking pissed. And I wore the spiffiest of my shirt today and I was all ready to look prim and proper. And you fucking SCREWED my day.
THANK YOU VERY MUCH. BITCH.
*end of rant*
Benjamin
Sunday, May 09, 2004
Bad Luck
Yesterday (Saturday), it was a misfortune day for me.
Nothing went right for me. Technically NUFFIN.
I lost terribly in mahjong (I never lose so that badly before ...), I bought bad seats for a fantastic movie , I lost my EZlink card cum Coin pouch, I was left hanging awaiting for a friend and I almost thought my handphone was missing.
Great day huh ?
The thing that really hurt me most was my loss of the EZlink card.
You see, I never lose anything. I made a mental note since I lost my house keys like 5 years back that I'll never ever lose anything. I've kept to that record until yesterday.
It wasn't the loss of $20 worth of credit money but the action of losing something which I felt responsible for. ARGH !
Curse that bugger who took my EZlink card. If you find it, please return it to my school at least ... (only way of returning it) ...
All the bad happenings aside, Van Helsing was a great movie !
Loved the action , the suspence and the amazing storyline although it suspends you to unbelivability at some times the lengths they go to stretch the plot to integrate all the fictional characters.
Swoon at Kate Beckingdale at her gypsy outfit.
The after activities was equally amazing too. I didn't know night cycling was that fun.
Even though I had a relatively long day of mahjong sadness and a strained neck, the breeze of the night was calming although it was pretty hot and my armpits were getting an itch from the humidity.
Eric and Ivan went along with me as we cycled around Tampines and mr ERIC made us wait very long as he went over to a gal's house and talked to her non-stop.
Me and Ivan waited impatiently as we cursed him to infinity on how he abandon his friends for love. (Interesting blog topic for another time).
But the highlight of the day was when we headed over to Ivan's house and went off to plonk to obscurity as we briefly played blackjack before we stared at the night of the shadows before falling into deep snooze.
But before we snored like hogs, the highlight came when we had a boys talk. All of us, talked aloud and openly about girls, relationships and our future.
And it defined certain things like 3 of us are in 3 different phases of our love life.
Eric aka Sex God, has found himself in a new relationship but it is pretty rocky as there are loads of shit from the gal side which both him and the gal needs to overcome. He, being a maestro with 9 past relationships, has now gotten himself into another one and he believes that by being in relationships, you get to know finally what you want in a r/s.
I call it final destination, where you try new inroads and finally found where you want to travel. And with whom.
Ivan aka Sex Guru, is in a current long-term relationship which he pretty much enjoys but the thing is he never got to experience other gals company. He face the complexity of his girlfriend knowing all his friends and hence has never really talked on buddy buddy terms with a gal before and he found that he lost his touch of relating to other gals besids his girlfriend.
Then, there's me. The Sex Goon. I'm tied to nobody and intend to live life as carefree as possible. I've experimented with the possibility of me getting into a relationship but have kinda decided I'm just not ready yet as much as I want a relationship. In a relationship, there is this "give and take" issue which I'm not ready yet to fully comprehend and accept and hence, my bachelorhood. Or you can call it Goon-hood.
But the thing about me being the goon as compared to the guru is I can talk comfortably with gals. It is this innate skill I possess I guess that I relate better to girls. Maybe I'm more in touch with my feminine side. Oh, I forgot to add that Eric put some perspective on how I view relationships.
I view relationships logically and rationally. There is some purpose in things that people do and I see it that way. To put it bluntly, actions must have purposes and maybe that is why I have not made an emotional decision. Which I deny of course, because I've place my heart so many times on the stake and everytime, my heart is returned to me in a platter.
All bloody and rotten. And hence, I'm taken a pro-defensive stance of ever falling in love much less getting into a relationship.
Maybe I'm a complicated person. Or maybe I just like to complicate matters. Whatever it is, I still have the next 20 years of my lifetime to see how it goes.
I just hope I'm not that unlucky for the next 20 years.
Gooning off,
Benjamin
P.S. God, Guru and Goon are 3 terms we give ourselves, like 3 different characters of the Sex and the City cast .... Interesting drama script to do in Singapore = )
Yesterday (Saturday), it was a misfortune day for me.
Nothing went right for me. Technically NUFFIN.
I lost terribly in mahjong (I never lose so that badly before ...), I bought bad seats for a fantastic movie , I lost my EZlink card cum Coin pouch, I was left hanging awaiting for a friend and I almost thought my handphone was missing.
Great day huh ?
The thing that really hurt me most was my loss of the EZlink card.
You see, I never lose anything. I made a mental note since I lost my house keys like 5 years back that I'll never ever lose anything. I've kept to that record until yesterday.
It wasn't the loss of $20 worth of credit money but the action of losing something which I felt responsible for. ARGH !
Curse that bugger who took my EZlink card. If you find it, please return it to my school at least ... (only way of returning it) ...
All the bad happenings aside, Van Helsing was a great movie !
Loved the action , the suspence and the amazing storyline although it suspends you to unbelivability at some times the lengths they go to stretch the plot to integrate all the fictional characters.
Swoon at Kate Beckingdale at her gypsy outfit.
The after activities was equally amazing too. I didn't know night cycling was that fun.
Even though I had a relatively long day of mahjong sadness and a strained neck, the breeze of the night was calming although it was pretty hot and my armpits were getting an itch from the humidity.
Eric and Ivan went along with me as we cycled around Tampines and mr ERIC made us wait very long as he went over to a gal's house and talked to her non-stop.
Me and Ivan waited impatiently as we cursed him to infinity on how he abandon his friends for love. (Interesting blog topic for another time).
But the highlight of the day was when we headed over to Ivan's house and went off to plonk to obscurity as we briefly played blackjack before we stared at the night of the shadows before falling into deep snooze.
But before we snored like hogs, the highlight came when we had a boys talk. All of us, talked aloud and openly about girls, relationships and our future.
And it defined certain things like 3 of us are in 3 different phases of our love life.
Eric aka Sex God, has found himself in a new relationship but it is pretty rocky as there are loads of shit from the gal side which both him and the gal needs to overcome. He, being a maestro with 9 past relationships, has now gotten himself into another one and he believes that by being in relationships, you get to know finally what you want in a r/s.
I call it final destination, where you try new inroads and finally found where you want to travel. And with whom.
Ivan aka Sex Guru, is in a current long-term relationship which he pretty much enjoys but the thing is he never got to experience other gals company. He face the complexity of his girlfriend knowing all his friends and hence has never really talked on buddy buddy terms with a gal before and he found that he lost his touch of relating to other gals besids his girlfriend.
Then, there's me. The Sex Goon. I'm tied to nobody and intend to live life as carefree as possible. I've experimented with the possibility of me getting into a relationship but have kinda decided I'm just not ready yet as much as I want a relationship. In a relationship, there is this "give and take" issue which I'm not ready yet to fully comprehend and accept and hence, my bachelorhood. Or you can call it Goon-hood.
But the thing about me being the goon as compared to the guru is I can talk comfortably with gals. It is this innate skill I possess I guess that I relate better to girls. Maybe I'm more in touch with my feminine side. Oh, I forgot to add that Eric put some perspective on how I view relationships.
I view relationships logically and rationally. There is some purpose in things that people do and I see it that way. To put it bluntly, actions must have purposes and maybe that is why I have not made an emotional decision. Which I deny of course, because I've place my heart so many times on the stake and everytime, my heart is returned to me in a platter.
All bloody and rotten. And hence, I'm taken a pro-defensive stance of ever falling in love much less getting into a relationship.
Maybe I'm a complicated person. Or maybe I just like to complicate matters. Whatever it is, I still have the next 20 years of my lifetime to see how it goes.
I just hope I'm not that unlucky for the next 20 years.
Gooning off,
Benjamin
P.S. God, Guru and Goon are 3 terms we give ourselves, like 3 different characters of the Sex and the City cast .... Interesting drama script to do in Singapore = )
Wednesday, May 05, 2004
Timeline
Just to make it clear, I'm going to the ARMY !!!!!
Yes, at least now I know which level of hell I'm heading (the deepest) and I have my tentative life schedule out. lol.
BEN'S NEXT 20 YEAR TIMELINE
August 16th 2004 - Enlistment Date.
February 16th 2007 - ORD.
June 1st 2007 - Start 1st day at an overseas university.
May 25th 2009 - Get my degree and burn it.
May 26th 2009 - Get laid (aka lose virginity).
May 27th 2009 - Go for a holiday to Nepal to meditate.
May 28th 2009 - Abandon plan as I'm allergic to the sight of yakking yaks...
May 31st 2009 - Recover from thinking about yaks.
June 1st 2009 - Found a job.
June 3rd 2009 - Failed 5 job interviews.
June 22nd 2009 - After 71 applications, only 2 made it. Lowly paid advertising executive or as a McDonalds staff.
June 24th 2009 - Start work !!! As an advertising slave.
December 31st 2009 - Last shopping trip before the next decade.
By now I'm at the age of 25.
December 31st 2010 - Receive my first bonus ! Quit job.
January 1st 2011 - To reach self-actualization goal, I need to overcome my fear of yaks. Start packing.
January 2nd 2011 - IRAS demands to pay my taxes. End up broke and cannot visit my feared yaks. Start unpacking.
December 31st 2011 - Complete IRAS form. Make love to my girlfriend (who is not a yak).
January 1st 2012 - IRAS ring doorbell while I'm having sex. Handed them a sticky form.
January 2nd 2012 - Hangover. Propose to girlfriend. But she was too tired to say yes.
January 3rd 2012 - Had superb sex again. Once again, she was shagged (pun intended).
January 4th 2012 - Couldn't keep up with her pace and propose. Was declined. Went into denial mood.
I'm at the age of 28. Low paying job and got dumped. Still living with parents. Not a virgin anymore but can't maintain pace.
December 25th 2012 - Met someone at a SDU Christmas get together. New relationship formed.
February 3rd - Celebrate 5 weeks of "getting to know one another better"
February 14th - Slapped 5 times because of forgetting Valentine's Day.
May 26th 2014 - Celebrate my 5 year anniversary of losing my virginity.
May 27th AM 2014 - Was spanked as an anniversary memento.
August 31st 2014 - Proposed to her on my birthday (This is so that I will never forget my anniversary).
Got hitched at the age of 30.
November 11th 2014 - Planned for our wedding.
August 31st 2015 - Our official wedding dinner. HDB application still pending.
September 19th 2015 - HDB flat approved at Punggol island. Made wife pregnant.
September 21st 2015 - False alarm. Apparently, my wifey was getting fat.
January 30th 2016- After 7 pregnancy kits, she's officially pregnant.
September 11th 2016 - Named my son Osama. Was stared at by nurse. Changed name to Oei-sama. I wanted a child with an easy name to call.
September 18th 2016 - Got a promotion. Finally. Went on a shopping splurge. For pampers.
At the age of 32, my hair is thinning and brain mass shrinking.
January 1st 2017 - New Years day was a havoc on the bed. Wife said I could not keep up.
August 31st 2017 - Made love again since new years day. I suspect wife is having affair. She forgot my birthday.
September 11th 2017 - Quarreled on our son's 1st birthday. Divorce is on the books.
December 29th 2017 - We made love so sweet that we burned the divorce papers (and books).
January 1st 2018 - Made love again. This time I lasted longer. (Hint: Viagra)
January 2nd 2018 - Was demoted from work. Apparently, I was sleeping too much at work.
January 3rd 2018 - Quit my job to be a house husband.
February 17th 2018 - Regretted my choice. I was in deep shit as I realized when I was cleaning my baby's poo.
March 14th 2018 - After begging for days, I finally got back my job. From then on, I gave my wife quickies.
August 31st 2018 - Wife gave me something good for our anniversary and my birthday. She gave me news of twins !
September 1st 2018 - Bought $1,000 worth of 4-D tickets.
September 3rd 2018 - Explained that I donated $1,000 to NKF from the bottom of my heart. (yah right!)
December 31st 2018 - Realized I'm 34. Start to feel the meaning of old.
January 1st 2019 - I forgot all about New Year "festivities", I suspect Alzheimer's.
January 18th 2019 - Doctor gave confirmation to my greatest fear. I did not have Alzheimer's disease. I have a tumour.
March 7th 2019 - Extracted tumour from right toe.
March 8th 2019 - Happen to see my wife discharge two girl twins. Double happiness, coupled with the glee of no more tumour.
March 9th 2019 - Reality hit hard. No more pampers. Work doubly harder at work after tumour operation.
December 31st 2019 - Got a pay increase. Finally. Came back to read my blog to see what I stated in my timeline was all true.
All said and that, I really can envision my life to be the above.
Isn't it amazing? Or I'm just plain weird. Wahahahaha.
Crazy,
Benjamin
Just to make it clear, I'm going to the ARMY !!!!!
Yes, at least now I know which level of hell I'm heading (the deepest) and I have my tentative life schedule out. lol.
BEN'S NEXT 20 YEAR TIMELINE
August 16th 2004 - Enlistment Date.
February 16th 2007 - ORD.
June 1st 2007 - Start 1st day at an overseas university.
May 25th 2009 - Get my degree and burn it.
May 26th 2009 - Get laid (aka lose virginity).
May 27th 2009 - Go for a holiday to Nepal to meditate.
May 28th 2009 - Abandon plan as I'm allergic to the sight of yakking yaks...
May 31st 2009 - Recover from thinking about yaks.
June 1st 2009 - Found a job.
June 3rd 2009 - Failed 5 job interviews.
June 22nd 2009 - After 71 applications, only 2 made it. Lowly paid advertising executive or as a McDonalds staff.
June 24th 2009 - Start work !!! As an advertising slave.
December 31st 2009 - Last shopping trip before the next decade.
By now I'm at the age of 25.
December 31st 2010 - Receive my first bonus ! Quit job.
January 1st 2011 - To reach self-actualization goal, I need to overcome my fear of yaks. Start packing.
January 2nd 2011 - IRAS demands to pay my taxes. End up broke and cannot visit my feared yaks. Start unpacking.
December 31st 2011 - Complete IRAS form. Make love to my girlfriend (who is not a yak).
January 1st 2012 - IRAS ring doorbell while I'm having sex. Handed them a sticky form.
January 2nd 2012 - Hangover. Propose to girlfriend. But she was too tired to say yes.
January 3rd 2012 - Had superb sex again. Once again, she was shagged (pun intended).
January 4th 2012 - Couldn't keep up with her pace and propose. Was declined. Went into denial mood.
I'm at the age of 28. Low paying job and got dumped. Still living with parents. Not a virgin anymore but can't maintain pace.
December 25th 2012 - Met someone at a SDU Christmas get together. New relationship formed.
February 3rd - Celebrate 5 weeks of "getting to know one another better"
February 14th - Slapped 5 times because of forgetting Valentine's Day.
May 26th 2014 - Celebrate my 5 year anniversary of losing my virginity.
May 27th AM 2014 - Was spanked as an anniversary memento.
August 31st 2014 - Proposed to her on my birthday (This is so that I will never forget my anniversary).
Got hitched at the age of 30.
November 11th 2014 - Planned for our wedding.
August 31st 2015 - Our official wedding dinner. HDB application still pending.
September 19th 2015 - HDB flat approved at Punggol island. Made wife pregnant.
September 21st 2015 - False alarm. Apparently, my wifey was getting fat.
January 30th 2016- After 7 pregnancy kits, she's officially pregnant.
September 11th 2016 - Named my son Osama. Was stared at by nurse. Changed name to Oei-sama. I wanted a child with an easy name to call.
September 18th 2016 - Got a promotion. Finally. Went on a shopping splurge. For pampers.
At the age of 32, my hair is thinning and brain mass shrinking.
January 1st 2017 - New Years day was a havoc on the bed. Wife said I could not keep up.
August 31st 2017 - Made love again since new years day. I suspect wife is having affair. She forgot my birthday.
September 11th 2017 - Quarreled on our son's 1st birthday. Divorce is on the books.
December 29th 2017 - We made love so sweet that we burned the divorce papers (and books).
January 1st 2018 - Made love again. This time I lasted longer. (Hint: Viagra)
January 2nd 2018 - Was demoted from work. Apparently, I was sleeping too much at work.
January 3rd 2018 - Quit my job to be a house husband.
February 17th 2018 - Regretted my choice. I was in deep shit as I realized when I was cleaning my baby's poo.
March 14th 2018 - After begging for days, I finally got back my job. From then on, I gave my wife quickies.
August 31st 2018 - Wife gave me something good for our anniversary and my birthday. She gave me news of twins !
September 1st 2018 - Bought $1,000 worth of 4-D tickets.
September 3rd 2018 - Explained that I donated $1,000 to NKF from the bottom of my heart. (yah right!)
December 31st 2018 - Realized I'm 34. Start to feel the meaning of old.
January 1st 2019 - I forgot all about New Year "festivities", I suspect Alzheimer's.
January 18th 2019 - Doctor gave confirmation to my greatest fear. I did not have Alzheimer's disease. I have a tumour.
March 7th 2019 - Extracted tumour from right toe.
March 8th 2019 - Happen to see my wife discharge two girl twins. Double happiness, coupled with the glee of no more tumour.
March 9th 2019 - Reality hit hard. No more pampers. Work doubly harder at work after tumour operation.
December 31st 2019 - Got a pay increase. Finally. Came back to read my blog to see what I stated in my timeline was all true.
All said and that, I really can envision my life to be the above.
Isn't it amazing? Or I'm just plain weird. Wahahahaha.
Crazy,
Benjamin
Enlistment and Employement
Life has rather stop short of interesting lately. Work takes up half of my day, no wonder everyone dreads work.
But work is what keeps our tummies full, but with my measly pay, it's neither full nor empty, just unsatisfied.
Not that I'm craving for more, my STOOPID enlistment letter has yet to find my address or it is lost in transition and is making its way back from Kenya or the Government decides that it's time to play an April's Fool joke on one of their unlucky citizens.
********** 3 hours later.....************
I received my enlistment letter. Technically.
I went to check my status online and I was expecting the nothing out but to my suprise, the place and time appeared.
First, I was dumbfounded. Then, I was damn happy because at least I know I'm going in early. Finally ...
This means that my stay here in the ad agency will be for an extension of roughly 2 months before I head off and camouflage among the wild grass.
In addition, the MD has heard news of me staying and is awaiting my move to approach him to ask him to stay on.
I'm refraining from approaching him as it's lunch already and I don't think he would like me to disturb his lunch hours and I don't even know what salary should I be seeking and what if he conducts a mock interview, I'll just freeze because he has a reputation which is rather imposing and one BOOM from him will seal my doom.
If things don't go well, it means my internship grade will be deeply affected.
I love my work. Even though I complain about it. As much as I dread it, work is like the essence of my life now.
Call me a loser, it revolves shuttling between clients and my creative team. Begging , writing and apologizing, that's the whole process of being an advertising executive.
Only now, I'm a August 16th BMT trainee. Before that, I'm a advertising corporate biatch.
Woooooohooooooooooo.
- Benjamin
Life has rather stop short of interesting lately. Work takes up half of my day, no wonder everyone dreads work.
But work is what keeps our tummies full, but with my measly pay, it's neither full nor empty, just unsatisfied.
Not that I'm craving for more, my STOOPID enlistment letter has yet to find my address or it is lost in transition and is making its way back from Kenya or the Government decides that it's time to play an April's Fool joke on one of their unlucky citizens.
********** 3 hours later.....************
I received my enlistment letter. Technically.
I went to check my status online and I was expecting the nothing out but to my suprise, the place and time appeared.
First, I was dumbfounded. Then, I was damn happy because at least I know I'm going in early. Finally ...
This means that my stay here in the ad agency will be for an extension of roughly 2 months before I head off and camouflage among the wild grass.
In addition, the MD has heard news of me staying and is awaiting my move to approach him to ask him to stay on.
I'm refraining from approaching him as it's lunch already and I don't think he would like me to disturb his lunch hours and I don't even know what salary should I be seeking and what if he conducts a mock interview, I'll just freeze because he has a reputation which is rather imposing and one BOOM from him will seal my doom.
If things don't go well, it means my internship grade will be deeply affected.
I love my work. Even though I complain about it. As much as I dread it, work is like the essence of my life now.
Call me a loser, it revolves shuttling between clients and my creative team. Begging , writing and apologizing, that's the whole process of being an advertising executive.
Only now, I'm a August 16th BMT trainee. Before that, I'm a advertising corporate biatch.
Woooooohooooooooooo.
- Benjamin
Sunday, May 02, 2004
Best Case Scenario
The best case scenario for me 10 years down the road would be me making a name for myself in the Reality TV industry.
After graduating with honours with a Mass Comm degree, I get headhunted and get a $2.5k job. After a year or so, I get a promotion and a pay increment. After which, I marry my university sweetheart and purchase a condominuim and we go for a Europe honeymoon.
By the time I reach 30, I would be driving a MPV and taking care of my 2-year old son and awaiting the birth of my twins (both girls). I would be getting a $5k job by then and would be in middle managment with a 9-5 job.
I would be staying with my parents who double up as nannies for my kids while me and my wife enjoy our job and we have regular sex.
And my favourite hobby is blogging.
Best Case Scenario hopeful,
Benjamin
The best case scenario for me 10 years down the road would be me making a name for myself in the Reality TV industry.
After graduating with honours with a Mass Comm degree, I get headhunted and get a $2.5k job. After a year or so, I get a promotion and a pay increment. After which, I marry my university sweetheart and purchase a condominuim and we go for a Europe honeymoon.
By the time I reach 30, I would be driving a MPV and taking care of my 2-year old son and awaiting the birth of my twins (both girls). I would be getting a $5k job by then and would be in middle managment with a 9-5 job.
I would be staying with my parents who double up as nannies for my kids while me and my wife enjoy our job and we have regular sex.
And my favourite hobby is blogging.
Best Case Scenario hopeful,
Benjamin
Worst Case Scenario
I've just thought of the worst predicament I could end up in 10 years down the road.
Me, as a grumpy MacDonalds manager who demands a lot from my under paid staff and me being fussy of the floor being spick and span.
I would be 30 by then, and still a virgin with no life and I failed to get a Mass Communication degree. I've moved out of my house to rent a place in Bukit Batok with 3 other tenants as I'm too ashamed to faced my parents.
And my favourite hobby is blogging.
Worst Case Scenario visionary,
Benjamin
I've just thought of the worst predicament I could end up in 10 years down the road.
Me, as a grumpy MacDonalds manager who demands a lot from my under paid staff and me being fussy of the floor being spick and span.
I would be 30 by then, and still a virgin with no life and I failed to get a Mass Communication degree. I've moved out of my house to rent a place in Bukit Batok with 3 other tenants as I'm too ashamed to faced my parents.
And my favourite hobby is blogging.
Worst Case Scenario visionary,
Benjamin
Passion or practicality
Today, me and my best friend went out for a simple dinner to just do some catching up.
He faces a dilemma. In one hand, he weighs the option of his passion for entering the hotel management industry and on the other hand, he weighs the decision of signing on.
If you understand his current circumstances, it would be preferable if you chose practicality over passion.
That got me wondering. If life is all about following your passion, then what about those that straggle behind because of their life defiencies like finances and commitments?
I never had that question until now. The choice of choosing. Because many simply don't have the choice.
The idealist and the realist. The idealist wishes that everything is possible but the realist is someone who knows that what is the real possibility.
My advice to my pal was to be realistic. Because in every human being, we're an idealist. We wish for something to be true like World Peace or aliens live in harmony with us but in reality, we all know the lucridity in that.
When it all bogged down to making decisions, all of us get hit with the reality of making a difficult choice, and the choice that makes sense is often an un-idealistic one.
One analogy which my pal used was if all Singaporeans are realists, then we will never reach the world cup. That's because all of us would only think about protecting and earning our rice bowl.
I interved with another logic, if our government or some strange force of cultural phenomenon swept in and support "sports" in Singapore, maybe then, some of our citizens will be able to follow their passion and still survive in society.
To be realistic, in the world right now, there is a colony of mixed idealists and realists.
The idealists are some people who broke boundaries and established themselves. The realists are some people who recognize their present status and are happy the way they are.
I wonder, what is then life all about? Isn't it pursuing your ideals and passion?
I counter-argue with myself (my brain is pretty chaotic when I think), if everyone did follow their ideals and passion, then the whole world is full of chaos.
I question my passion. My passion to be in the advertising industry. Is it for love for the creative field or for the love of money? I'm telling you the truth when I say both but advertising practitioners knows how unlucrative it has been lately.
You might think I'm head over the heels over earning big bucks but ask anyone out there and who will deny money talks?
I have a passion. A passion for reality shows. Planning and strategizing the whole game layout, that seems like a dream job for me. But I know the reality of reality shows in Singapore is next to impossible, because the scene here is so dry like the Tuscan desert and the concept isn't that appealing.
Will I ever follow my passion? Or being a director of a great reality show or will I just make sense and cents of my life and follow the path of what is really meant to be?
That's a question that'll keep me thinking through my army years as I evaluated the options as my pal is doing now.
I wish him the best for his interview as only one can answer to himself will he follow passion or practicality.
Think tank,
Benjamin
Today, me and my best friend went out for a simple dinner to just do some catching up.
He faces a dilemma. In one hand, he weighs the option of his passion for entering the hotel management industry and on the other hand, he weighs the decision of signing on.
If you understand his current circumstances, it would be preferable if you chose practicality over passion.
That got me wondering. If life is all about following your passion, then what about those that straggle behind because of their life defiencies like finances and commitments?
I never had that question until now. The choice of choosing. Because many simply don't have the choice.
The idealist and the realist. The idealist wishes that everything is possible but the realist is someone who knows that what is the real possibility.
My advice to my pal was to be realistic. Because in every human being, we're an idealist. We wish for something to be true like World Peace or aliens live in harmony with us but in reality, we all know the lucridity in that.
When it all bogged down to making decisions, all of us get hit with the reality of making a difficult choice, and the choice that makes sense is often an un-idealistic one.
One analogy which my pal used was if all Singaporeans are realists, then we will never reach the world cup. That's because all of us would only think about protecting and earning our rice bowl.
I interved with another logic, if our government or some strange force of cultural phenomenon swept in and support "sports" in Singapore, maybe then, some of our citizens will be able to follow their passion and still survive in society.
To be realistic, in the world right now, there is a colony of mixed idealists and realists.
The idealists are some people who broke boundaries and established themselves. The realists are some people who recognize their present status and are happy the way they are.
I wonder, what is then life all about? Isn't it pursuing your ideals and passion?
I counter-argue with myself (my brain is pretty chaotic when I think), if everyone did follow their ideals and passion, then the whole world is full of chaos.
I question my passion. My passion to be in the advertising industry. Is it for love for the creative field or for the love of money? I'm telling you the truth when I say both but advertising practitioners knows how unlucrative it has been lately.
You might think I'm head over the heels over earning big bucks but ask anyone out there and who will deny money talks?
I have a passion. A passion for reality shows. Planning and strategizing the whole game layout, that seems like a dream job for me. But I know the reality of reality shows in Singapore is next to impossible, because the scene here is so dry like the Tuscan desert and the concept isn't that appealing.
Will I ever follow my passion? Or being a director of a great reality show or will I just make sense and cents of my life and follow the path of what is really meant to be?
That's a question that'll keep me thinking through my army years as I evaluated the options as my pal is doing now.
I wish him the best for his interview as only one can answer to himself will he follow passion or practicality.
Think tank,
Benjamin
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