Is it me? Or is it Ironic in here?

"As for BizClub? I admit, it form the bulk of the nuisance that I had to deal with in JC life. But I was really glad that I did do those work because they, like a good investment, paid off. I am glad that I did help Zul out when he needed it. If I didn't, I wouldn't smell a scholarship at all."

Life's funny.

I’ve always got what I wanted without having to work too hard, and now, BANG! I get whooped in the ass.

A lot of people getting nice uni applications and here I am, waiting for the offers that scholars decline.

I got accepted for NTU Business last Friday and NUS Business this week.

But the one offer I really am dying to get hasn’t come. I wish they’d just get it over and done with, if they’re not going to give it to me, and just give me the stupid Business acceptance letter.

But of course, if they are still deliberating as to whether they should give me my first choice there, well, take all the time you need, all the way till the end of May.

But it’d be cool if they do give it to me, then I would actually get my first choice for all 3 unis.

Choices

It’s a pivotal point in our lives right now. The courses we have chosen, the things we do now, will affect our professional lives till we die, unless we retake another course after realizing our mistake, though this will cost us a lot.

The irony is, the choice is now not really mine to make, because of my prior bad choices.

Again, I should have taken 4 subs, then I wouldn’t have slacked so much, in such a slack class, till I almost got retained.

Then I would have done better, and in all probability, the quoted quote up there would be mine to make, and the “zul” would have another name on it.

By providence, I got 2 choices put forth to me right now. And I do hope that by another act of God, I will get the one choice that I’ll be able to accept without any further thought.


Heavenly Spies

The wonders of the internet eh? The girl form heaven was found to be mortal, after a quick search on different blogs, friendster and the school yearbook.

But the internet can never beat your own network sources. And from my sources, I have learnt that I have never talked to that ‘heavenly body’ ever.

Another form of proof that my hotness precedes me. =)

But of course, one would not need sources, if one was observant enough to remember what one does in school. My bad. =p

So I didn’t forget the person’s name, its just that I didn’t know the person.

See? I’m not forgetful after all.

But WAIT! At CD HQ, this guy suddenly approached me and said hi. I remembered him as being from Vishnu’s class. But I couldn’t remember his name, so I looked at his nametag, and said hi, Josh!

But after the watching wild hogs yesterday with Vishnu and the rest, ( I didn’t need to do guard duty after all.) I realized that that guy borrowed his nametag from someone because it was his first day!!!

Damn embarrassing. Hoho.

The girl of bus 854; The girl from heaven.

The Girl of Bus

I was late yesterday morning, so I had to sprint for the No. 2 bus. What I didn’t know was that early-morning sprint would freshen me up for what was to come.

I then transferred to bus 854 to go to HQ, chose a seat and sat down. As the bus was about to move off, a JC girl, (I shan’t name the JC) boarded.

This was the second time I’ve seen this particular girl, but yesterday, she was the personification of the perfect female form. She stood at the front of the bus, looking for a seat on the semi-full bus. She was unsure of whether she should take the vacnt double seats at the front, or a single seat next to an old man, which happened to be the seat directly in front of me.

She bit her lip, a befuddled expression on her face, one that turned her visage from perfectly beautiful to irresistibly adorable.

As if knowing that her lips betrayed her adolescence, she returned her expression to its usual, demure self.

She walked toward me, and sat at the seat in front of me.

My heart leapt into my throat.

“Eh, you dreaming ah?” my Corporal George, was shaking me back to consciousness, “ You ok or not, stoning like that?”, he said loudly.

I didn’t even realize that all this time he was sitting in the seat diagonally in front of me.

The girl, shifted in her seat, turned and smiled at me, albeit in amusement at my reaction.

It’s obvious from the detail I’ve described the 8 seconds that she took to sit down, that I was just blatantly staring at her, and George didn’t help by making it less obvious.

She knew.

The girl of 854 knew, that for 8 seconds, all my attention was forcibly transfixed onto her.




The Girl From Heaven

I took MC today. Went to the Pasir Ris polyclinic, and proceeded to the Marine Parade CC to sign up for a class. Then I ate chicken rice at banquet and then didi some window shopping.

Met Hui Yi on the way. Still as lovely as ever. Met Abraham too. He’s going BMT this Friday. Godspeed to him.

Parkway has changed much since my VS days. To me, a visit to Parkway is never complete without a visit to Ig’s Heaven, a cool gift shop, with lots of quirky stuff.

I went into the shop as usual, eager to see the new cool stuff they may have brought in.

I started to play around with the balance balls thingy, (which I think are SO cool).


“Excuse me, Zul.” The salesgirl muttered politely, and I obliged, thereafter resuming fiddling with balls.

Suddenly, it occurred to me, the salesgirl knew my name. I looked at my chest.

Nope, no stupid CD name tag there. I was in my home clothes. I must be hearing things.

I looked at the salesgirl. Hmm. A hot salesgirl knows my name? Poppycock la. But could she?

I proceeded to the shelf behind her. She was busy trying to get a cool light clock from the top shelf.

Good god, I was staring again.

She came down the footstool, “Hey, zul.”

So she did know my name.

“Remember me? **** from MJ.” She started a conversation. I immediately liked her friendly tone.

“Ah, yes.. ****! From… um.. Ya. ****.” That was all that I could say in return.

She then busied herself with the customer who wanted the clock, and I made an exit, still in shock and in awe, that I forgot such a hot girl’s name.

What do I make of these 2 incidents?

I got to start remembering people's names more.

And I got to stop staring. At least, obviously staring, that is. Hoho.

1 swoosh is better than 3 ______.

I think BRT had done quite a good deal for me. I shed quite a bit of weight, cut down my 2.4 timing by 5 minutes plus, finally beating my brother-in-law who proclaimed that he was unbeatable. Well, Tubby beat you.

BUT now, in my little cubicle, I sense myself being more “value-added”, the value being in kg.

With every packet of Hello Panda! I eat, I feel 10 seconds added back to my timing. Not to mention my toight No.3 uniform is now just plain tight.

And it may not be only me, but the Hello Pandas in the cafeteria are getting nicer and nicer, because it keeps getting sold out.

Well, you can’t say that CD doesn’t add value, can you?

Oh, and my pay is getting more and more miserable. Yes, I get the same pay as Vishnu and Siu Sing, but Vishnu has food, lodging and transport provided 5 days a week, Siu Sing has food provided, while I have to pay for my daily food, transport and Hello Pandas. That leaves me with little to enjoy on weekends. Bummer.

Anyways, Siu Sing and I met up yesterday to collect some Biz Club t-shirts, which are overpriced, by the way.

I must say, Sing does look dashing in his No. 3. Tight ass. Hoho.

But not as tight as mine.

And I must say, my circle of friends are rather successful high-flyers aren’t we? When collecting the t-shirts, Wei Qiang, current bossman, believed us when Sing told Wei Qiang he was a pilot and I told him I was a Lieutenant-Colonel.

Then I think Vishnu was promoted to Brigadier-General last week I think.

Oh, and here’s a fast fact, if you ride a bicycle out of the bicycle path anywhere in Singapore, you can get hit by a bus, truck, car, aircraft carrier or all four simultaneously!

It’s not true you say? According to my dearest mama, it IS true. I’ll die a horrible death if I get a bicycle. The moment my 2 wheels touch the road, drivers will immediately veer off course to ram me to death. Yes, even the Brigadier-General on his aircraft carrier will hit me.

At least that was the reason she used not to allow me to get my mountain-bike.

Little does she know about the cheapskate china-made bike I have parked in the car-park Need to repair the rims though. I guess I’m just a tad too heavy for those cheap ass tires. Lol.

And yes, I’m very bored in the office right now. But wait, its lunchtime! And I hear pandas calling.

PS: This entry was written on Tuesday, but because CD still relies on the floppy disk, and my sister's com hs no floppy drive, I had to transfer it to my thumb first............... I hate computers. And I just logged onto MSN after a year of inactivity.

The Wrong Room

Eh. I think I’ve lost my funny. I’ve become more of a bastard-ish kind of funny, something like Egoman’s kind of funny, but something totally different too.

Bah. No matter.

This week was an eventful week. I had the law interview and my Passing Out Parade (POP)..

Firstly, let me cover the interview. I tell you, I have not been in the ‘thinking’ frame of mind ever since I’ve left Biz Club. I’ve neither watched what I’ve said, nor done any serious bullshiting since then.

CD hasn’t helped to sharpen any of my skills either.

Lo and behold, when I arrived at the seminar room, I was greeted to a room full of guy nerds. And 2 pretty, manicured VJ girls, who in my opinion looked like they would be my future bosses one day.

We were then asked to proceed into the adjacent room and were tasked to write an essay on one of five topics given to us within 15 minutes.

4 out of 5 were Lit-based questions. They took excerpts from Shakespeare and asked us to relate it to the confines of the local legal system.

I had no choice but to do the last general question on “The greatest human virtue is ….”

I put ‘hope’.

When the time was over, I must say, I was satisfied with the essay I had written and was confident that the next part of the interview process would go fairly well.

We were then asked to proceed to 2 waiting areas, each leading to an interview room. It was free seating, and fate had seated me in a particular area.

We waited for our turn to go in, and 3 by 3 we went in for our group interviews. I must say, wrong company to hang out with. In with me was one VJ and one AC guy.

The VJ guy, I will never forget. No, I’m not smitten, I’m just shell shocked. He spoke with such eloquence, with such proficiency, confidence, grace, finesse, he left me looking like an uncouth barbarian. Thank god, the AC guy was a poor speaker.

I can’t begin to describe how it felt to be outspoken, and beaten, yet I felt that he deserved his win. Thank god it was just a Q and A style of interview, for if I had debated that guy, I would have left the room, curled up into a ball, sucking my thumb.

Kudos to that guy.

All in all, I felt that I did my best, but I was awoken to the true realities of life. Your best may not be enough. All it needs are a few good men, like that VJ guy to beat the rest of us. I will never forget his name, for he may one day be an MP or something. Post-interview, I did some digging up and discovered that he was a very prominent figure in RI and VJ.

Totally the wrong room to be in.


Ah, I’m lazy to write any further, so I’ll keep it short.

I’m now a Private in CD. POP went well ( how could it not? I was in charge of all proceedings. =p )

And now, I’m posted to the SCDF HQ in Ubi into the Finance Department.

Its an 8 to 5 job.

So anyone knows anybody who can get me tuition clients?
Call me if you know of anyone.

Till next time.