Tuesday, June 27, 2006
It's Gonna Be A Bloody Long Post!
Abdul insisted on buying me breakfast, although I said I had bread already. Trying to go on a diet these days. The other time I was doin' my medical check-up, I weigh 62kg. That's like 62 bags of rice. K, you prolly know I'm acting stupid.Edit: HQ told me they don't sell rice by a kg. Dammit. This goes to show I'm not picky about my food. Yeah right.
Point is I'm getting so fat that I feel so lousy. Back at SI, I trained with Special Forces people. I could even outrun a Navy man. Now, the kid at the void deck prolly just laugh his toes off. Man, I shy away at Mail Order Bride's timing. And you should see how much Mr. Brown has lost!
Life. I'm not going to define that big word. People's minds are prolly screwed up, with the telly feeding us 'You need this, you need that. Go for it." Rather, I've been thinking what I want in life.
Dear Felix,
Shocked to note that you are leaving P1L. Anyway, all the best in your future endeavours and it has been my pleasure and honor working with you. Take care and god bless you.
Thanks a lot mate for all your support and assistance. Have a nice day !!
Best Regards,
Subash
Djibouti, Red Sea
I guess by now, you should know I have switched my career path.
Just a year ago, I was deciding to do marketing. But most firms were looking out for females. There were also firms who asked for candidates with O levels to apply. Microsoft wanted degree holders. Diploma holders are asked to do data entry. I guess only the lucky few who doesn't have studies commitment, like Jamie, could do marcom. I could only regret not going for the interview at Toyota. I would love to do events, advertising, and the likes. The glam part of marketing. But such positions would normally ask for people with Mass Com qualitifications. I can't even write well, how to be a copy writer.
It's by mistake I entered the shipping industry. Yeah, there's whole lot to learn but I have absolutely no interest in it. The only thing that fasinated me was the fact an old man whom I just bumped into the other day in the lift with his daughter owns ships and containers and loads of money. Just imagine, I'm just doin' a small part in money collections from the time the ship leaves and reach its destination and I'm talking about millions of dollars. If you combine the entire process of chartering a ship, you'll be talking in terms of billions of bucks.
Many factors went inside my head when planning the career move. Gerrie has been a great source of help. I don't want to stay in some place whereby the only thing I look forward is spending my bonuses. I don't want to wait till I finish my degree to make my next move.
The jump wouldn't earn me much. The increase isn't significant at all. There are many who questioned my move. But I see it as an opportunity. This new 1 year contract would expose me to the industry. By then, along with the cert, I would know if I want to stay in this industry or perhaps re-evaluate if marketing's the ultimate choice.
I plan to become a PSC. I see myself in Zegna's, with a sleek black 3 series before I hit 30. That's not too far away.
If all fails, I should just go sell cars dammit.
I have been observing people in the train these days, wondering what they are doing at the present moment in their lives. Then I wonder why there are so many girls driving Beemers and Mercs in Raffles Place. As we were having breakfast, Abdul was checking a lady's ass. I was thinking how I can go about owning that car of hers.
I guess there are limitless ways to go around earning that dollar. What we need to learn is how to live our lives.
I once told someone that we can't always have the best. Guess we should take life as it is and learn to enjoy.
I take it back.
What exactly is the best? It means differently to everyone. I take back my statement because I believe God gives the best. There's no such thing that God gives you second best 'cus you look like this or you go to this school.
So the happenings in my life is the best moment. Many yesterdays make up today. And today will lead to tomorrows.
I believe I have a charmed life. I may not have the things I wanted but I have all the things I need. I believe I'm blessed.
So blessed I can't contain it.
Anyway, was listening to my iPod and this song suddenly just popped. And the lyrics just brought a whole new meaning to it.
After years of expensive education,
a car full of books and anticipation,
I'm an expert on Shakespeare
and that's a hell of a lot,
but the world don't need scholars as much as I thought.
Maybe ill go travelling for a year finding myself or start a career.
I could work for the poor
though I'm hungry for fame we all seem so different
but we're just the same.
Maybe I'll go to the gym, so i don't get fat,
are things more easy with a tight six pack?
Who knows the answers?
Who do you trust?
I can't event separate love from lust.
Maybe I'll move back home and pay off my loans,
working nine to five answering phones.
Don't make me live for my friday nights,
drinking eight pints and getting in fights.
I don't want to get up, just let me lie in, leave me alone,
I'm a twenty something.
Maybe i'll just fall in love that could solve it all,
philosophers' say that that's enough, there surely must be more.
Love ain't the answer nor is work, the truth alludes me so much it hurts.
But I'm still having fun and i guess that's the key,
I'm a twenty something and ill keep being me.
I'm a twenty something. Let me lie in, Leave me alone. I'm a twenty something.
- Jamie Cullum, Twentysomething
I'm so sorry if you have to read all this. Was planning to write a stupid post like, "Why do most guys stand so close to the urinal?" or something along that line. Fine. I shall write on "Types of girls" tomorrow.
Meanwhile, comment on what types of girls interest you or which part of the body you would first look at.
Sigh, based on experiences, no matter how much badgering, no one would ever comment.
Humans can be so shallow. Guess writing stupid stuff is better. Then again. seems my words are offensive to some. Try to be a critic like Xiaxue, also cannot. Try to be lame as Kenny Sia, I fail. Then when I titled my blog as High Society, some think I'm acting high and mighty when it's just a CD album name.
How to please everyone?