Yucky Doo dee.. finally i have a little time to myself. Been so busy with work. Practically no life. Imagine having to go for courses in the afternoon, sleepy, tired and that, 80% the time, you no shit about whats going on.
I live and breathe IT! I ain't no maintenance and equipment kinda person. Shucks, i mean, having me set up a Unix server is like cool to me.. doing documentations for electrical equipment is GREEK! Finally, its outta my hands. Shucks. PLease stay outta my hands. Don't come back to me. Just finish the presentation and stay locked up in a closet somewhere.
Sigh, really really hope, I wouldn't have to stay around there much longer. Need to find something that spells out "human hours". Haha, maybe i should join flying, but then it doesn't spell "human hours", it spells "Money money alot come".. =p
(prayer of my life)
Coulieo to Father in Heaven, my Blessed God,
Father in Heaven bless me with a good career, a beautiful loving wife, financial riches, blessed health, longevity for my parents, siblings and I, abundant favour and ... world peace.
Coulieo out.
5:51 PM
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
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The Distance.. The sky has lost it’s color
The sun has turned to grey
At least that’s how it feels to me
Whenever you’re away
I crawl up in the corner
To watch the minutes pass
Each one brings me closer to
The time you’re comin back
I can’t take the distance
I can’t the miles
I can’t take the time until I next see you smile
I can’t take the distance
And I’m not ashamed
That with every breath I take I’m callin your name
But I can’t take the distance
I still believe my feelings
But sometimes I feel too much
I make believe you’re close to me
But it ain’t close enough
Not nearly close enough
I can’t take the distance
I can’t the miles
I can’t take the time until I next see you smile
I can’t take the distance
And I’m not ashamed
That with every breath I take I’m callin your name
I brave fire and I brave rain
To be by your side I’d do anything
I can’t take the distance
I will go the distance
I will go the miles
That’s how much you mean to me
’cause I can’t take the distance
I can’t take these miles
I can’t take the time until I next see you smile
I can’t take the distance
And I’m not ashamed
That with every breath I take I’m callin your name
I can’t take the distance
It’s hard to remember
As long as you’re away
When I find solace
There’s only one way
8:25 PM
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
Life is a teacher
Hello people, Well to further elaborate on the above heading, here's what happened...
1) Just 2 weeks ago, when i was riding my new bike, the left pedal dropped of and i had to walk from GongShang Primary school home.
Lesson Learnt: No small problem should be left alone. Every problem starts small, and will always lead to a bigger problem. When the pedals had started to become loose in the first place, I should have brought the bike immediately to the shop to have it tightened.
2) On saturday, i parked my new bike at the railings near the junction between UOB building and Century Square. It got stolen in broad daylight, chains cut, left hanging on the railing.
Lessons Learnt: In Singapore, there are a hell lots of pathetic souls who lack self-control, but excel in covetousness. They resort to stealing things that do not belong to them to satisfy their desires. GOd help these people, for if they are capable to doing such things, it will escalate whereby they will be more daring to perform much larger tasks, such as robbing and murder. Ultimately in time, if they do not repent and continue in this path, their future would be ruined. Pity these souls.
Just to add on, when something bad happens and you tell it to "friends", there are those who would comfort you, and there are those who would condemn you, saying "you asked for it". TO the latter, I'd say, GET LOST, YOU AIN't WORTH BEING A FRIEND, IN FACT YOU AIN't WORTH BEING IN THE SAME FREAKING ROOM AS ME YOU HYPOCRITES!"
3) I was sent by a HR company to sit for an interview regarding a job opening. THe HR manager told me that though it was a computer operator's job, some system administration was involved, some development would also be needed, that they were interested in hiring someone in the long term. HOwever, on the way there, the HR manager called me up and told me not to tell the interviewers that i would like to be involved in system administration, or program development. This seemed weird as these were what i had expected in the first place. I took the interview and in the end blew it all out the window.
Lessons Learnt: It wasn't a complete waste of time. I had the chance to further sharpen my interview skills of which i so lack, and with this interview, i have further determined my goals and career path.
4) Was cycling my bike to work this afternoon and it so happened that as i was passing the retirement home that the back wheel of my bike got punctured, became flat, and i had to push the bike from there to the MRT where i parked it.
Lessons Learnt: As in lesson 1, never put anything that you can do today till tomorrow. If the wheels of the bike looked as if they would burst any second, have them fixed ASAP.
5) I lost my Oakley sunglasses.
Lesson Learnt: Never put anything in the side pockets of my orange bag cause the nettings are loose. That pocket was the same pocket i lost my Siemens handphone, opps correction, stolen at Bugis.
6) As i was preparing to backup my Dance music MP3s, i tried saving the old ones from CD to harddisk so that i could update my collection. It so happened that the CD encountered a cyclic redundancy check. In other words, byebye Mp3's
Lesson Learnt: Not everything that's Sony is good.
7) The Crystal Method would be coming to singapore on the 25th of June. Place of performance, Centro Discotheque at One Fullerton. Unfortunately, i would be doing the 3rd shift which would encompass the time of 11 p.m. to the next morning 7 a.m.
Lesson Learnt: I don't have to waste money going down to that ah beng haunt. Anyway the two guys wouldn't give a second thought as to how much you've sacrificed to go down and watch them perform for only one night.
8:31 PM
Monday, June 14, 2004
Lost innocence Part 2
Sheesh. I was so pissed on Sat.. WHy u may ask? Cause some peice of Muthafurckin coward went and cut through the chains on my bike and robbed me of it. Its barely 1 month old and that Baurstard had the freaking guts to go rob my bike in broad daylight, where cars come and go and commuters walk along oh so frequently.
I stand corrected, he and his accomplice if he had any, aren't cowards, their freakin cowards. Didn't have the guts to wait for me to catch them in the act so i could beat the freaking life out of them for robbing me of MY bike.
It ain't about the price of the bike, it ain't about how long i had it, it ain't about what your stuff was, its about the word MY. Its about having something of yours taken away from you, about lost history, lost memories that would have been yours had it still been in your posession. It's about the word MINE, and having some, stranger, molest your posession, take what's yours away from you, is so, so much more depressing then having lost it.
Just like my bro Endy said, God is a just God. He is my justice, and my peace and comforter. All that happens from now, i leave in His hands.
1:14 AM
Idle = Idol = Idiot
Its freaking 12 ++ in the morning... What the hell am i doing online?? Should be watching Tv now.
Hey wait a minute, i AM watching TV. Braveheart's on now. Still feeling sleepy though. On with the story.
It was a huge room on the 6th floor. rows and rows on chairs lined the length of the room. All the contestants were made to sit on the chairs with 12 group of chairs at the front of the room. The organisers made them sit and thus began "musical chairs". Everytime a group of 5 were sent down to the producers room for the slaughter, the whole damn room had to move 5 chairs. It went on and on and on... All of them were tired, hungry, fatigued and sleepy due to the lack of sleep and food. Why didn't the organizers highlight the fact that food had to be brought in on the contestants' own terms?
Unfortunately, it was included in the tiny fonts of the terms and conditions which no sane person would ever read. How often would somebody read the terms and conditions when the fonts looked like they were meant for dwarfs and fairies to read. Finally after 3 hours, of moving, of taking short short naps, Roland and gang were moved to the hot seat where they awaited their turn to go in to the slaughter room.
Within a few minutes, they were brought into meeting room 2, where they waited outside for their turn to face the producers. Roland was designated as the second person to face the "music". Inside, were 2 producers, 1 cameraman, 1 soundman, and another lady at the desktop. He sang, a full 1st verse, chorus, and cause he was mentally prepared to sing only 20 seconds, paused many times during the second verse. He momentarily forgot the lyrics for the second verse as well. So unfortunate that someone told him that the auditions would only allow the contestant to sing 20 seconds, thus the 20 second concentration and the lack of thereafter. He knew they were considering him, but then, with lack of confidence and mental preparation, who could blame him if he faltered? He was after all, only prepared to sing 20 seconds...
After the group had finished their auditions, they were led to the results room where they were told to sit and wait for the results. Thankfully, the results came quite quickly. The organizer made those who had their registration numbers read out stand. It was the moment of reckoning. ROland, was made to stand as well. He had this sinking sensation that it wasn't good, and true to his intuition, he didn't make it.
What a load of bull. Made to suffer so much, to wait 11 hours, and all he got was to sing 40 seconds. Idiotic shit.
12:18 AM
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
Idle = Idol Part 2
Hey y'all, I'm back and rockin the crib. Back to the story..
Wellz, they had to enter conference hall 602 and boy was it huge. There were 2 counters... one whom the guys would give their papers to for verification. Roland wondered as to why they had to keep the photographs, hey their gonna have like thousands of pics and nowhere to put 'em. Anyway, Roland and friend(Nadia) proceeded on to the next counter where everything was given to them. Data was typed in the system and then only the white piece of paper congratulating them on getting into the first round with the reference number was returned. If this was only the first audition where they only had to sing in front of the producers and this congratulatory piece of paper can be obtained just via applying online, what's the use of congratulating?
Was it to make the contestants feel, like they achieved something? Wonder upon wonder. The lady over at the counter after handing back that stupid piece of paper to ROland, told him to "freshen up."
"I'm wet, hungry, thirsty, tired, and your telling me to freshen up?" He thought. What a load of bull. The main problem here was that after standing in the rain, all he wanted was to feel warm, but in that Alasken environment, forget it! Another queue ensued. This time they had to wait for the organisers to distribute the numbers to the contestants according to their reference number.
Another long long wait. Another "bursting at the seams" occasion for Roland followed. Finally, after like eternity, Both Nadia and Roland made it to the front. Would they be ready to face the producers soon?
Gurmit Singh and crew approached and wanted to make some prelude to the singapore idol thingy by getting the contestants to scream some lyrics and Singapore IDOL! Hell, Roland couldn't care less, all he wanted was warmth and some release. Finally, after eternity plus plus,
the contestants got to get up. Where were they going? Third floor? to start auditioning? Down they went, meeting lots of fans too. However, another long wait was to come.
To be continued continued...
8:05 PM
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
Idol = Idle PART 1
Yo Yo YO! Dawgs!
Yup, its been a few days after the singapore idol crap.
Here's a summary of what happened...
"Damn i'm gonna be late.." Roland burst through the doors of his company, sweat dripping from his brow. He heard from the news that a line had already been formed at Suntec, with hundreds of hopefuls practicing their songs. He ran downstairs to flag a cab. Fortunately for him, he had two friends checked into the Pan Pacific hotel. So the plan was to rendevous with them at the hotel, place there stuff there, practice for let's say, 2 hours, have a short nap and proceed to join the queue, around 5.
When they reached the area, it had started to drizzle minute drops of pain. "Oh no, when i wished that it would rain, i didn't expect us to get drenched as well!" Roland exclaimed. The rain poured mercilessly down on all the contestants. It was so cold, so damp, their clothes were soaked to the skin as the umbrellas provided little coverage. As the minutes passed, the rain became torrentual. THe winds howled and the rain poured on them like a waterfall over a cliff. Everyone rushed to take cover inside Suntec. the whole floor was flooded with rain water. It was a scene of chaos and destruction... the destruction of their umbrellas. They waited impatiently for the rain to dwindle down. Until 6 a.m, the queue had begun again. The contestants were oblivious to the slight drizzle coming down upon them.
Roland and friends rushed out to join the queue, afraid that if they did not, they would lose their chances to audition.They arms were sore from carrying their heavy bags, their clothes drenched to the core, their feet waddling in rain water. Didn't the organizers have a wet weather program? They waited and waited.. till it was 0845 a.m. All of the contestants were still in the queue, and it continued to rain.
Around that time, the contestants were given an chance to enter the "blessed" Suntec building. Their storage bags were bursting at the seams. All of them were begging to be led into the building but only those with the priceless stickers were granted entrance. Cursing and swearing could be heard under breathes. Until it reached 10 a.m were Roland and friends allowed to enter the building. Yes it was a relief to leave the cold open grounds, but they did not expect to face the cold dry air of the Suntec air-con. goose bumps appeared out of nowhere, and the storage bags were almost leaking. They were led to the 6th floor where the contest forms and pictures were required for registration. With aching shoulders, tired backs, and cold clammy hands, they took out their forms. Not surprisingly, the forms were rather soaked in rain water, with ink blogs all over the place. Some had their pictures torn from the forms because of the rain soaked bags.
