Guai Lo

I was bored.. waiting, outside the necessary stage. So I decided to pen my thoughts down, something which i had wanted to share for awhile. The foreign workers issue had bother me quite a bit. This is what I feel:

We have to go back to the definition of foreign workers and in this case, it is referred to skilled factory and construction workers and also unskilled ones who work as cleaners. These people lack the necessary paper qualifications to be grouped as a professional or rather a foreign expat. (just to note that many Indian and Burmese foreign workers actually have degrees but is not recognise here, thus, they have to accept lower-paid jobs). Majority of singpore's foreign workers legion comes from India, China and Southeast Asia, collectively classified as developing countries. Forced by circumstances such as lack of social welfare and job opportunities, they leave their countries in search of a better life. Now here's the twist. What if, on top of these workers, there are also foreign workers from those Western developed countries setting foot on our shores? I am not referring to expats but those "working class" blokes and dudes, who worked their lives in coal mines, construction sites and factories. These people are those who share the same culture and habits as the expats except that maybe they eat cheaper bread and younger wines. And now, the government decide to build them a dormitory in Serangoon Gardens, how do you think the residents will react? Will there even be a debate if that happens? Unlikely. Lets be real, the whole issue ain't about whether the workers are foreign or not but rather, the country where these workers come from. Sadly, our society is still plagued by stereotypes and prejudice.

Save the trees

I was impressed with a friend recently, who brings her own chopsticks wherever she goes. Just a tiny effort to save the trees and I believe is a not-too-difficult idea that everyone should try to embrace. Really spurred me to follow her too... On behalf of the trees, thanks my friend

Rainy Day

A occasional rainy day totally translates my emotions. I need the gloom in midst of the joy so as to make me feel real. I enjoy the lonliness, accompanied by the droplets hitting against my window and the sudden roar from the thunder, so mild yet enough to feel its presence. I enjoy the chill so seldom, is desired when there's too much warmth. Rainy days..

A dying atheist

wonder what are the thoughts of a dying atheist?

Cheap

Human beings are cheap
Always finding reasons to justify themselves
Even the word justify is misused
The real being blurred
The world needs the absolute truth.

Dim-Sum

Went for the annual Dim Sum buffet on wednesday. This time is different. Not same same because 1. CY has left the competition to attain higher levels in the motherland of Dim Sums. 2. we have new contestants. 3. we only had frigging 1hrs45 mins to order. So, we order at a massive speed which spells that we must eat at a horrifying pace in order to clear the table in time for second round and subsequently. And at the last order, we confidently ordered 5 of each desserts. Shamefully, we ate into the waitresses breaktime while they were waiting for us to finish, til we reach our threshold. Unselfishly, for the team, I think cleared most of the "loongs" to be the undisputed champ. And I am pretty sure I will miss the char siew so...

Work n Travel

Damn, didn't manage to get NY for work n travel. Given St Louis or Texas.. St Louis can eat ribs, Texas can visit George Bush. Argh.. Will be going for the 2nd roadshow instead, hopefully can get better places. But i think will be pretty awesome that more people will be joining for the 2nd one, kind of like a beautiful letdown that everyone can go together. But guess I will be going for the Germany-internship talk first, just to keep my options open.

I have run out of ideas for a title.. so this post shall not have a title

Today is my last day of work... woohoo. I have been there 2 yrs plus, certainly developed some feeling for the place but I knew I had to go.. need to have more space and be more focused for this final stretch, a determinant of your life. Work has never fail to have its laughter ,it's bitchiness and different nicknames. Just take today for eg, a customer actually asked, "so is this section nearer or FARER the stage?"OMG, I totally can't control can... "What's the furthest road in singapore?" Ans: Farrer Road. These are the situations that lighten up the mood in midst of annoying, unreasonable, demanding, can't-speak-english-thinking-that-they-can, accented, stingy, lazy customers, at the end of the day, it just gets really weary. Guess that was the trigger.

Didn't manage to go for Lifehouse cause I blew some dough the other day. Metaphorically, I knead the moolah into the dough. But I just realised today I am one who will only attend concerts when I have that tangy feeling, the excitement that runs all over me. Lifehouse doesnt, Manic Street Preachers does. This will be my meter to decide, unless it is free. And finally, I had Hanabi the other day. I was having a fever, but for Hanabi, what can stop me? I bet I could have eaten more if I was well, making pest more aghasted. The sashimi is really not bad, rest of the stuff is alright I guess. But after dinner that night, somewhere around midnight, I broke out into cold sweat, my room was too cold for me, my couch the saviour. I almost flood the couch with my sweat, it was a near dying feeling. really. Conclusion: Dun eat buffet when you are sick

Uncertainty

When's there 2 plates in front of you        

and you can't decide which to choose        

you are most likely to be 

HUNGRY

When you are at crossroads,          

waiting to turn left, right or go straight  

you are most likely

to not be ANYWHERE