During the period where I had a bout of viral infections, I had a lot of time to lie in bed and think about stuff. More importantly, I thought about work and work performance for the past half year, and my conclusion is that it is not worth my effort. I've realised that I have been working like a mad dog within this short 6 months with no... proper break or anything whatsoever, and when I mean mad dog I really mean like one.


 I don't think you will ever see another guy be in charge of training other people so fast [3 months into the job, inclusive of 2 months learning everything], or a new guy writing a project proposal in place of a senior. Okay maybe those are just uncommon, bit I just got the news I will be the one cleaning up all the shits before auditors come next year. For half of my damn unit.


I feel I have put more focus onto my health this year, especially needing to deal with all the whirlwinds of back aches during work. By the way I'm exercising for my back, in case you didn't know. In fact you are lying if you say you do, cause I've not told anyone about it. So how the hell did I fall sick; the only thing I can think of is because I'm overworked = =. Fatigue should become a legal medical excuse for people.


Is it worth it? I have to deal with colleagues who - I solemnly swear - are out to give me a stroke by the age of 19¾. I have to try and rehabilitate these people cause my boss thinks I'm (too) capable. I have to take care of my station cause some of my seniors don't give a shit. I have to babysit the new people cause they don't know shit. I have to clean other people's mess because they don't know how to clear them, or outright deny they ever did them.


In the end I fall sick, there's no way in hell going to be a freaking pay rise. There's no increased privileges or anything beneficial. At this rate I'm going to be more burdened and people will throw me more shit. I don't have the energy to do all this nonsense, [especially when I have part time courses now] you can ask some people and they will tell you I look like a walking zombie when I go out. I think even dogs are treated better than this, at least they get fucking free food. I don't even have to do anything in the month and $250 is already spent on food.


I'm not obligated to help anyone. I'm not required to perform tasks outside my job scope. I'm not going to give a 2 hoots about other people's mistakes anymore, its all their own fucking problem now. I'm not going to be Mr. Mentor and Mr. Problem Fixer anymore, because its simply not worth my time and energy. If people sign extra because of a mistake, I'm not going to care anymore. I do my job, you do your job. If you fuck up, or Satan decides to open a can of surprise on you, its your own damn problem. 


I want to get out of this shit hole right now. Fuck work.

You know your job sucks when you wake up in the morning and suddenly, you are down with fever and some hardcore cough. No, this has nothing to do with my job hazards, I will still have my Father's Day whether you like it or not lol. Not many things have changed in my life so far, which sucks because I hate it this way.

Soon, I will start taking ACCA (accounting) classes at Kaplan (behind Centerpoint). It is a professional cert, and I will take it part time. 3-4 classes a week, this is going to be damn siong lol. To be honest I don't know whether I can take it or not, because work sucks the shit out of me. Sometimes I feel as if I've been dragged through the depths of hell and back again everytime I start to go home. In fact, here is my work motto:

1. Go home.
2. Work.

Contrary to popular belief, clerks have it heavenly and a bed of roses, but thats very wrong. I believe people feel that clerks are slack is because they are portrayed as sitting in an air-con room doing I don't know what on the computer, and that they get to go home everyday. I'm going to tell you this: clerks and other combat vocation suck equally.

But but but, clerks get to go home everyday!

It is a huge price to pay, I'm sure combat fit personnel would like to go home everyday too, but they don't have a choice lol. By the way, there are such things as stay-in clerks, I feel very very sorry for them. Also, its a bitch-fest in the office. Prepare your shields and rear protection, because you will need it. Yes I know its like that in real life, which makes it suck even more.

    I don't feel like updating ._.

NSF is like an occupation, just like a student but with a lot less privileges. Imagine if your hair is long, you parade it around in school until someone (usually of higher authority) randomly picks you out of the entire student body. Then you proceed to challenge authority and get another week of grace period. Being an National Service (Full-time) personnel, you'll just get fucked on the spot and get extra guard duties. If you have balls of steel, you can try to challenge authority, but it will never end well. You have been warned.



Yes I have ~16+ pairs of shoes, like a typical member of the female species.

Day-am, I thought that nobody reads my blog anymore ever since I got emo and shit' yo, so I didn't really bother updating. Anyway, do you notice that anybody and everybody who gets out of camp only talks about their army experiences? I don't know about you but I think everybody hates the *** and shit, but every single NSF still talks about it. I think this is a clear example of people unifying against a common enemy.


Well, being an NSF sucks. This is why:
1) We can't talk smack about xxx and ***. Oops.
2) We can talk about our work, but nothing specific and classified and pink-paper'ed etc.
3) We still keep talking about the army, that's because the army is the only common topic that every guy shares.
4) Girls don't like it when guys keep talking about army stuff.
5) See point 1.
6) See point 4.


Okay let's try not to talk about the army. I think I am less emo now, but I wasn't emo to the point whereby slitting wrist + angst = HALP ME NOW PLZ stage. Did you know that cutting your wrist won't actually kill you? It's a myth established by TV dramas and movies, and the main artery in your wrist region is quite deep inside your arm. As in, 1-2cm inside, so if you actually go and cut it with a pen knife you're kinda brave. But uh, if you're brave you won't be so emo and QQ in the first place.


By the way, day-am is how negros pronounce damn. >_>a


I think in some point in life, you will question your own existence; why the fuck am I here? Why can't I just not be born and carry all this worldy shit and stuff? But oh well, that doesn't happen in one in a billion people, so just suck your thumbs and toes and live with it. For all those people in JCs and/or taking As somehow in someway in some method, please study until your balls drop off. I still don't know how I screwd it up, and I see people everywhere with extremities. I'm talking about U AAA B, A AAA B, BCDxmany people, [insert more shit results here]. Trust me, you don't want to be in a position where your grades can't get you anywhere at all.


Let's do the math;
Total number of places in local universities: ~7000
Number of JCs: 18
Estimated of JC2 cohort per JC: ~600
Number of A level students THAT year: ~10,800
Number of polytechnic students applying THAT year: I dunno, 25000?


Gee, I didn't even add in students from the previous year who failed to secure a placing. Oh and for those people born in year 90, the dragon people are still going to apply next year, especially those still in NS. Very promising right? So what the hell am I doing now? Well, I still have 2 years to write this blog, so you will know eventually lol :D