Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Its that looney teacher again..

Swamped.. seriously swamped by work, I trudged through today in some rather cavalier fashion. Imagine this, 4 hours of class in Ampang and then having to rush to Subang, pick up stuff and do another two hours in S. Alam. Man, don't you just love work. Yet, somehow I don't feel like complaining. Well, I've done my complaining to my boss and fellow workers so I think that's sufficient. You see, I learned something today.

I'm teaching a bunch of unemployed graduates at a local re-training center. It struck me a couple of moments ago that I could have been one of them. Yes, whiny, jobby me, could have been one of those guys. I could be one of those who needs to improve skills in certain areas so that they would be accepted into the working field. Then I thought, I'm almost 24, earning more than my dad did at my age, and have a band. Life's not bad afterall. We complain too much sometimes don't we? Shame..

Saturday, June 04, 2005

Kuching.

Well, I'm blogging from a public terminal in a nice hotel in Kuching Sarawak. I've been here since yesterday and it has been an interesting trip. I hope that it would get even better later today when we go to a wedding reception of a dear friend.

Compared to my previous trips to Terengganu and Penang, I would say that this particular trip would stay in my mind for a very2 long time. I have realized that the key to a brilliant weekend is after all, the people you go with. Will sign in tomorrow if there is time. Cheerio!

Thursday, June 02, 2005

Wet T-shirts 2

This is my second entry on the subject above. But unfortunately it doesn't contain any sexist material due to an argument with a friend who accused me of not being sensitive enough to the feminine needs. Yesterday, Wednesday, I went to Sunway Lagoon after a take-no-for-an-answer form of persuasion by my girlfriend. Basically, She and her sister wanted to go but they didn't have somebody to take them so, poor, chivalrous me had to give them a ride and of course, join in.

Now, for most people, the idea of a waterpark is a splendid one. It seems safe enough because you have plenty of lifeguards prancing about the area in their LIFEGUARD attires. They were sooo lifeguardy. If only there were female lifeguards. I don't think they even exist. It was probably only tv fiction. The rides looked great although they didn't feel great for a veteran themeparker like myself as it seems to many grumbling others. However, at the back of my mind there is this nagging screw that keeps drilling itself persistently into my temple. It keeps saying the word "sluices". .

No doubt there were probably around 200+ people in the water when we gingerly stepped in. All these people although decent I believe they were (and are) are theoretically sharing a single huge bathtub. People's "sluices material" are being spreaded around. We are talking about 200 people's worth of sluices here. No joke people. It was a freaking germ mardi gras. I was looking around for an excuse to excuse myself from the contaminated water (Chlorine doesn't do shit)when my gf's baby sister pointed out "Look, a keropok lekor!" My girlfriend thought that it would be fun to stick it at me but realized a split second later that it wasn't a keropok lekor. Yup, you guessed it. I showered 3 times after that and now down with a slight cold. :|