Is what you say when you start a new day, bright and early and raring to go.
It wanes as you see the mountain of junk you have to clear.
It tends to zero (very close to, but not just yet) as you see and hear the whole closet shaking with cockroaches as you approach.
It increases as you charge in with your battle roar, two cans of bug spray and a very loose trigger finger.
It wanes again as you clear out the items inside liberally laced with cockroach dung and empty egg casings with your bare hands.
It soars as you find a rare item in working condition, bug dung or not.
It dips as you see the mountain of rubbish that you have cleared but now have to sort and pack, ready for disposal.
It rises as you look back at 20 heaping bags of trash with a sense of achievement.
It gets hard when you think of the work tomorrow, the week after and the month ahead.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Shame on you, random (insert job description here) service provider!
Had a cup of the most awful tea-o (Chinese inspired English Breakfast Tea) today. It didn't wait to try to kill me, no it went straight for the throat. Approximately 5 seconds after I drained my cup, I felt nauseous, the kind where you feel like puking.
No, seriously.
Excused myself to visit the bathroom and took a big gulp of water from the nearby watercooler (conveniently placed near a toilet where the aroma will enhance the drinking experience) and walking around for a while till it subsided. Told my friend after and he said it happened to him thrice already! Shame on you, you random food service provider!
And if it wasn't enough already, I was accused of colourblindness when registering for my driver's licence... Yea sure, the results from your $50 machine operated by a untrained admin staff member takes precidence over two recent professional medical examinations that cleared me of any sort of colourblindness.
And her remedy? "Oh, please change your specs before the next examination to correct your colourblindness. Anyway, I'm still going to put your grade as pass."
I refused to comment anymore after what she said.
Shame on you, random counter service provider!
What took the cake was the taxi driver that sent G's dad to the wrong address and insisted it was the correct address before dumping him off at that location, leaving him to fend for himself.
Not much of a problem for a fit 20 year old man like myself, but he's a 80 year old diabetic. However the warrior spirit living in him still fights on and he knocked on a stranger's door to ask for directions back home.
You may not be reading this, but from the bottom of my heart, thank you Mr Brandon for being the good Samaritan to send him back home with your own vehicle.
Evidently, he was also so taken with G's Dad's war stories that he drove an extra round to hear him out longer!
Doubly shame on you, random taxi service provider! I would have sent him (G's dad back) home even if it was for free because this isn't a matter of money anymore. Would you want your own parents to be treated that way or even yourself as you grow old later on in life?
Shame Shame Shame on you, random (insert job description here) service providers!
No, seriously.
Excused myself to visit the bathroom and took a big gulp of water from the nearby watercooler (conveniently placed near a toilet where the aroma will enhance the drinking experience) and walking around for a while till it subsided. Told my friend after and he said it happened to him thrice already! Shame on you, you random food service provider!
And if it wasn't enough already, I was accused of colourblindness when registering for my driver's licence... Yea sure, the results from your $50 machine operated by a untrained admin staff member takes precidence over two recent professional medical examinations that cleared me of any sort of colourblindness.
And her remedy? "Oh, please change your specs before the next examination to correct your colourblindness. Anyway, I'm still going to put your grade as pass."
I refused to comment anymore after what she said.
Shame on you, random counter service provider!
What took the cake was the taxi driver that sent G's dad to the wrong address and insisted it was the correct address before dumping him off at that location, leaving him to fend for himself.
Not much of a problem for a fit 20 year old man like myself, but he's a 80 year old diabetic. However the warrior spirit living in him still fights on and he knocked on a stranger's door to ask for directions back home.
You may not be reading this, but from the bottom of my heart, thank you Mr Brandon for being the good Samaritan to send him back home with your own vehicle.
Evidently, he was also so taken with G's Dad's war stories that he drove an extra round to hear him out longer!
Doubly shame on you, random taxi service provider! I would have sent him (G's dad back) home even if it was for free because this isn't a matter of money anymore. Would you want your own parents to be treated that way or even yourself as you grow old later on in life?
Shame Shame Shame on you, random (insert job description here) service providers!
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Many thanks
A Prayer to the Lord
Dear Lord Jesus,
I thank you for the great works and many blessings you have bestowed onto me.
Thank you especially for putting me in a position where I can help many others and guide them to the right path. And where I too can stretch my wings and do my best.
I ask for your wisdom and strength as I do my best to in that position.
Please teach me where I lack, Guide me when I am lost and Carry me when I tire.
I persevere on to be a beacon of light for you.
In your precious name I pray,
Amen
Dear Lord Jesus,
I thank you for the great works and many blessings you have bestowed onto me.
Thank you especially for putting me in a position where I can help many others and guide them to the right path. And where I too can stretch my wings and do my best.
I ask for your wisdom and strength as I do my best to in that position.
Please teach me where I lack, Guide me when I am lost and Carry me when I tire.
I persevere on to be a beacon of light for you.
In your precious name I pray,
Amen
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