Now I remember why I make it a…
Now I remember why I make it a point to go out during lunchtime even if I'm not eating. I don't have to answer calls with silly qns.
Rats. Thought ICT might get ca…
Rats. Thought ICT might get cancelled due to H1N1 virus, but just got SMS reminder from MINDEF
Overnight, 7 out of 10 top son…
Overnight, 7 out of 10 top songs on iTunes belong to Michael Jackson.
Now I know how it feels to be …
Now I know how it feels to be regurgitated. The train broke down and everyone was squishing their way into the next one.
It’s been a frantic week at wo…
It's been a frantic week at work. Glad the weekend is here so I can get a breather before the madness begins again next week.
I hate cockroaches!
I was just about to go to bed when I saw a cockroach flutter in through the kitchen window. It landed on the wall and scurried into the bathroom. I ran for the Baygon and waited for it to appear again before letting loose with the bug spray. Of course, it had to do a dramatic death scene and turned my entire kitchen and bathroom into a toxic zone.
First, the effect of the spray made it fly into the bathroom mirror, then fell onto the toiletries. It then tried to fly at me (goodness knows why), so I panicked and beat a hasty retreat out of the bathroom. It then flew onto the kitchen cabinets and started running the length of the cabinet.
By this time, I was severely grossed out already, but had enough presence of mind to time my spray of Baygon to avoid contaminating the dishes which were drying on the counter. Of course, the cockroach was wise to my plan, and in the throes of death, it ran straight for area where the dishes were, spraying cockroach poo all over the cabinet doors, and finally falling onto the laundry basket on top of the washing machine, and then jumping straight into the dishes.
I was pretty sure it was dead or dying by now, having sprayed copious amounts of bug spray at the stupid bug, but I wasn't keen on lifting up the dishes to see where it was, just in case it made another death lunge at me. I ran to the bedroom to re-gather my energy and recount the harrowing experience to Joan before coming back with a plastic bag and some tissue to clean up the carcass.
And guess what? I lifted every single bloody dish, and the darn cockroach is nowhere to be seen! I'm SURE it is lying dead somewhere behind my washing machine or thereabouts, but it's almost 2am, and I'm not in the mood to disinfect my kitchen and bathroom, and go crawling around behind the washing machine looking for that piece of vermin, which BETTER BE DEAD. Sigh. Much as I hate the thought of my kitchen being a toxic mess with cockroach prints, poo and bug spray all over the place, it's going to have to wait till morning. So traumatic, might need to calm down before I can go to sleep
Update: As luck would have it, it considerately placed itself right behind the washing machine, making me use a stick to push it out before I could dispose of it. I sprayed the sucker one more time just to be sure... its legs were still twitching.
The Little Mouseketeer
I'm amazed at how fast Clare is learning. I think my mum must be playing the alphabet games on the Starfall website with her pretty regularly. I'm soooo proud of my little dot!
She knows how to use the mouse to navigate through the website, and she even understands the concept of drag and drop!
Amazing!
Think SAF is taunting me
Think SAF is taunting me. They called me this morning to tell me I'm getting my MR gift - a watch. However, I've not been discharged from NS yet... due to their cock-up.
So anyway, this morning, some clerk from my unit calls up and tells me that they will be sending me a letter to inform me to collect my good service award and a watch. Having watched my entire unit stand down during my in-camp earlier this year, this was and still is a sore point for me - I knew that the watch was only given to those who were standing down, i.e. put into Mindef's reserve list, also known as MR.
I couldn't pass up the opportunity so I started grilling the poor sod who called about whether I am on the MR list or not, and when I would be getting my official MR certificate (you don't MR until you get the certificate, so screw the watch, just give me my certificate!).
Unlike the poor clerk, I know that I am not in the MR list, simply because I have been called up for another round of in-camp training with my new unit near the end of July this year. I finally gave up because I knew that this clerk obviously knew nothing and it didn't really matter what he said, since he would just be lying to get me off the phone anyway. I ended off by asking him why on earth was the SAF calling me to tell me that they would be sending me a letter? Why not just send the gosh darn letter and be done with it?? As expected, all I got was some mumbling that he was only doing what he was told to do... sigh.
Of course, my grilling must have gotten his panties in a twist, and he must have gone to check with the higher ups, and ten minutes later, I got another call from the idiot, telling me that he wasn't sure whether I was on the MR list or not, but I would still be entitled to pick up the watch and good service award anyway (lame attempt at trying to put a positive spin on things).
That got my goat. Firstly, why on earth should I collect your stupid watch if I have not been discharged? Secondly, you don't even have the sense to give it to me when I go for my next in-camp training? Why do I have to take time and go down to bloody Clementi Camp to pick up the darn thing?! Thirdly, (and this is a minor point) I know for a fact that the watch has my name on it due to a cock-up during the last in-camp, when they messed up the entire list of people who were MR and those who weren't. A lot of the watches had the wrong rank and name on them, and some people (including myself) who were not qualified to MR had watches made in their name, while others who were qualified to MR didn't have watches made. In short, it was a big colossal mess.
I didn't get the watch during my last in-camp because I wasn't on the MR list, so why the change of heart now? Probably some higher up decided that he was tired of his office being used as a watch storeroom and ordered the poor clerk to start making calls to make the stuff disappear pronto.
Lastly, this is the second good service award that I will be receiving. The first one was given to me 3 years late. So I have no idea what this second one is for, and whether it is late or early, but I have no doubt that it was not meant for me this year.
At the end of the day, all I want is for the SAF to leave me alone. Make no mistake, I will defend my country and am proud of being a Singaporean, but I just want nothing to do with their inefficiencies, senseless decisions by incompetent management, and dealing with ego-maniacs on power trips. I've been going through this crap for the past 10 years already (more if you count the 2.5 years doing full-time NS), and trust me, NOTHING has changed.
Finally figured out the answer…
Finally figured out the answer to whether the chicken or egg came first.
And I was surprised at how easy it was to answer, given that it had me stumped for many years. I was originally going to leave this post unelaborated, but a combination of Joan asking me what the answer was, and my own fear that I would forget the answer once I started going senile prompted me to explain a bit more in this post.
I realised that this seemingly philosophical question must have been invented by someone who doesn't believe in evolution. The reason I say this is that when I look at the question scientifically, the egg must have come first, since all life started out as simple-celled organisms, and an egg is just an extension of that concept.
The issue becomes a circular problem only if you believe that chickens and other animals came into being instantly by the magical hand of god, rather than through the gradual evolution from simple-celled organisms to a complex animal.
