Back is aching
Legs are cramping
Skin is peeling
Mind is boggling
Hair is falling
Face is burning
Sweat is dropping
Smile is fading
It's a pirate's life for me.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Monday, December 08, 2008
Blogging here I come, again.
One of the reasons for my terribly irregular blogging habit is that the PC went bonkers on us, which was a problem because it was what I used to go online with. I know I can use my laptop to go online, but there's something wrong with it, and it lags awfully whenever I'm online to such a point where I actually thought it really isn't worth waiting 5 minutes for one single page to load. But now the PC's back, and I'll definitely be doing more blogging (relatively speaking).
So it's just another 3 days to go before I start volunteering onboard the Doulos ship. I'm getting really quite excited about the whole thing, because it is an experience of a lifetime, but at the same time I'm kinda worried about the workload. Like, will I even be able to stand at the end of my shift? Will I be forced to scrub the decks spotless with just a toothbrush? At least I'll have triSh to hold the toothpaste for me.
Yesterday I went to this education fair in town. I was really very excited because it stated on its promotional banner in really big words "Postgraduate". So logically, I thought it would be focused mainly on postgraduate studies, re: Masters and PhD programs. And I also thought, surely they'd have all these famous universities from all over the world, with their eager beaver attendants handing out little pamphlets with really big grins. Well, to cut a long story short, the eager beaver attendants and the really big grins were there, but the Masters and PhD programs and the international universities were not. Please, dear readers, try if you can to imagine my immense disappointment. I'd literally sacrificed my afternoon sleep (and triShie's) to drive halfway across town to this education fair proclaiming to be "postgraduate" in nature. When we arrived, we noticed that all the young people there were probably a good 5 years younger than we were. Don't ask us how we knew, I think it was pure instinct. It helped that most of them were dressed in today's idea of good fashion and that they had parents tagging behind them. So to say that we felt out of place would probably be one of the greatest understatements of this holiday season. But we thought nevermind, surely they've got something for us old folks, so we checked out the booths and our fears were confirmed when the first thing most of the booth attendants asked upon seeing us was "SPM leavers?" and that was it. Nightmares realized. And all the booths but 2 were local, private institutions. Bummer. This ended up being the shortest we've spent at an education fair - 30 minutes. So, needing to drown my sorrows, we headed to the nearest KFC. That sure cheered me up a bit. And next time, I'll be sure to read the promotional banners properly.
Some of us are planning a grand dinner tomorrow. There'll be a great cooking fiesta, and hopefully I'll snap some pics with my trusty handphone. Maybe I should hold back on the trusty title for the moment, haven't really posted up any good pics from my hp so should wait till tomorrow. I'll be having dinner at friends' tonight, so I'm looking forward to that as well. And to the great experiment titled Cooking Rice For Six. That's right, I don't know how to cook rice.
Cheers.
So it's just another 3 days to go before I start volunteering onboard the Doulos ship. I'm getting really quite excited about the whole thing, because it is an experience of a lifetime, but at the same time I'm kinda worried about the workload. Like, will I even be able to stand at the end of my shift? Will I be forced to scrub the decks spotless with just a toothbrush? At least I'll have triSh to hold the toothpaste for me.
Yesterday I went to this education fair in town. I was really very excited because it stated on its promotional banner in really big words "Postgraduate". So logically, I thought it would be focused mainly on postgraduate studies, re: Masters and PhD programs. And I also thought, surely they'd have all these famous universities from all over the world, with their eager beaver attendants handing out little pamphlets with really big grins. Well, to cut a long story short, the eager beaver attendants and the really big grins were there, but the Masters and PhD programs and the international universities were not. Please, dear readers, try if you can to imagine my immense disappointment. I'd literally sacrificed my afternoon sleep (and triShie's) to drive halfway across town to this education fair proclaiming to be "postgraduate" in nature. When we arrived, we noticed that all the young people there were probably a good 5 years younger than we were. Don't ask us how we knew, I think it was pure instinct. It helped that most of them were dressed in today's idea of good fashion and that they had parents tagging behind them. So to say that we felt out of place would probably be one of the greatest understatements of this holiday season. But we thought nevermind, surely they've got something for us old folks, so we checked out the booths and our fears were confirmed when the first thing most of the booth attendants asked upon seeing us was "SPM leavers?" and that was it. Nightmares realized. And all the booths but 2 were local, private institutions. Bummer. This ended up being the shortest we've spent at an education fair - 30 minutes. So, needing to drown my sorrows, we headed to the nearest KFC. That sure cheered me up a bit. And next time, I'll be sure to read the promotional banners properly.
Some of us are planning a grand dinner tomorrow. There'll be a great cooking fiesta, and hopefully I'll snap some pics with my trusty handphone. Maybe I should hold back on the trusty title for the moment, haven't really posted up any good pics from my hp so should wait till tomorrow. I'll be having dinner at friends' tonight, so I'm looking forward to that as well. And to the great experiment titled Cooking Rice For Six. That's right, I don't know how to cook rice.
Cheers.
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