This is my TWc group on our business option project.
We really had a great time working on this project, lotsa laughter and jokes...
Spell Laniru the other way...
Go on try it.
Monday, December 12, 2005
TWC Project The Laniru
This is my TWc group on our business option project.
We really had a great time working on this project, lotsa laughter and jokes...
Spell Laniru the other way...
Go on try it.
Saturday, December 10, 2005
This is my life, this is my family, this is me......
It’s the holidays again. Glad and sad at the same time, well for some it maybe a good break from school and other traveling to some where new. For Marcus, its time to work again. Things could not have been worse if not for me going to the wrong place.
“You have learned a lot”, that’s what my boss will always tell me, but then what I am learning is not what she is telling me, but what I would try to avoid when I am going to work in an actual working environment. I will never tell my subordinates in the future that I will dock your salary when u cannot do this, cannot do that. Come on lets face the truth of the society, everyone comes to work for money, or at least the minimum they can get to support their lifestyle. Take for example, the ah siao at my coffeeshop. He will go around asking for money and when he realized that he hav enough for today he will take a break and resume his non siao life again. Everyone work for money or a certain monetary reward, at the end of the day you still have got your stomach to look after. Otherwise, I would have gotten like few hundreds designers and developers working for me in Zeph. No one lives on mockery and encouragement. I understand that this might be something that you just say but don’t really mean it but again, how demoralizing it would be to listen to this on and off. Its not pleasant on the ears.
I believe that to be able to provide a certain level of service in anyone’s capacity would know that his or her work count towards the success of the firm. It’s understood that if you close down I lost my job, why should I want that to happened. Doesn’t make sense, does it. Moreover, you are working with people who are mature, sensible and educated enough to know all these. How disappointing it was.
The next sad thing
My dad, who have been unemployed for at least the past half year, or should I say on and off unemployed throughout the year, was going for his taxi license. He can’t speak English, can’t read English and can’t speak sense. The only thing I knew about my dad was his damm lousy attitude, unwillingness to learn and listen, and his very best was talking nonsense with his friends on the phone. Sounds really bad to be describing your father in such a way, but then I think its more than enough that I have given him when I still call him dad. Why!
My father, doesn’t fork out a single cent to the household, the house utilities? Not even that, and that have been for years. If you think that’s bad, he is also one that constantly seeks to disturb others or find problem.
Since young, Mayvis and I will have to tolerate our parents wrath and many other family feuds that existed before us. As we grew other things took a turn and we are subjected to more funny things such as our parents quarreling over tv channels, and this is no small squabble. It got so bad that the police came. Well the same thing happened again recently. Dad quarrel with mayvis and demanded that everyone have tp sleep at 11am. As he was confined to sleep in the living room, he want us to switch off the light and tv by 11am because he have to sleep. Do bear in mind that dad doesn’t work and have got nothing to do whole day long. In the end things got so bad that policeman uncle have to visit my house again.
Anyone have any business to do with the police do look for me, cos I am in such good terms with them, so good that they visit my family at least once a month.
Anyway, its really funny about the things that happened in my house, just that it was a bit embarrassing that day cos Alvin, Mayvis’ boyfriend was here with us that day.
The happier stuff
Well I finally gotten my x8 and its serving me comfortably. The only fall back is the lack of speed, perhaps this bike is still in its early stages of running in, lets hope it will be faster, otherwise we shall look into a little bit of modification to hasten it abit.
Tomorrow is Sunday, soccer day, let’s just looked forward to it where all the frustration cane be vented on it.
For now, lets go and listen to Don and Drew at www.donanddrew.com to distress for a while.
“You have learned a lot”, that’s what my boss will always tell me, but then what I am learning is not what she is telling me, but what I would try to avoid when I am going to work in an actual working environment. I will never tell my subordinates in the future that I will dock your salary when u cannot do this, cannot do that. Come on lets face the truth of the society, everyone comes to work for money, or at least the minimum they can get to support their lifestyle. Take for example, the ah siao at my coffeeshop. He will go around asking for money and when he realized that he hav enough for today he will take a break and resume his non siao life again. Everyone work for money or a certain monetary reward, at the end of the day you still have got your stomach to look after. Otherwise, I would have gotten like few hundreds designers and developers working for me in Zeph. No one lives on mockery and encouragement. I understand that this might be something that you just say but don’t really mean it but again, how demoralizing it would be to listen to this on and off. Its not pleasant on the ears.
I believe that to be able to provide a certain level of service in anyone’s capacity would know that his or her work count towards the success of the firm. It’s understood that if you close down I lost my job, why should I want that to happened. Doesn’t make sense, does it. Moreover, you are working with people who are mature, sensible and educated enough to know all these. How disappointing it was.
The next sad thing
My dad, who have been unemployed for at least the past half year, or should I say on and off unemployed throughout the year, was going for his taxi license. He can’t speak English, can’t read English and can’t speak sense. The only thing I knew about my dad was his damm lousy attitude, unwillingness to learn and listen, and his very best was talking nonsense with his friends on the phone. Sounds really bad to be describing your father in such a way, but then I think its more than enough that I have given him when I still call him dad. Why!
My father, doesn’t fork out a single cent to the household, the house utilities? Not even that, and that have been for years. If you think that’s bad, he is also one that constantly seeks to disturb others or find problem.
Since young, Mayvis and I will have to tolerate our parents wrath and many other family feuds that existed before us. As we grew other things took a turn and we are subjected to more funny things such as our parents quarreling over tv channels, and this is no small squabble. It got so bad that the police came. Well the same thing happened again recently. Dad quarrel with mayvis and demanded that everyone have tp sleep at 11am. As he was confined to sleep in the living room, he want us to switch off the light and tv by 11am because he have to sleep. Do bear in mind that dad doesn’t work and have got nothing to do whole day long. In the end things got so bad that policeman uncle have to visit my house again.
Anyone have any business to do with the police do look for me, cos I am in such good terms with them, so good that they visit my family at least once a month.
Anyway, its really funny about the things that happened in my house, just that it was a bit embarrassing that day cos Alvin, Mayvis’ boyfriend was here with us that day.
The happier stuff
Well I finally gotten my x8 and its serving me comfortably. The only fall back is the lack of speed, perhaps this bike is still in its early stages of running in, lets hope it will be faster, otherwise we shall look into a little bit of modification to hasten it abit.
Tomorrow is Sunday, soccer day, let’s just looked forward to it where all the frustration cane be vented on it.
For now, lets go and listen to Don and Drew at www.donanddrew.com to distress for a while.
Friday, December 02, 2005
My TOM TOM, my X8
Today is very likely to be the last day I am going to see my bike, the Phantom, also known as TA 200 or Tom Tom(what I call him)
Quite a bit of mixed feeling in me, its been with me for like 3-4 years, my very first bike. The love, hate and fear relationship is finally ending today, as I will be pushing it to the bike agent to trade in.
THE LOVE
My very first bike with lots of sentiments attached. I can still remember how I wished I could own him back then when I was in the midst of getting my license. Back then, I went to so many places to look for the cheapest price, but with the lack of experience and how bike shop work I ended up buying from the most expensive shop. How he never fail to get his daily attention and a holistic weekend shower. The premium petrol and engine oil, well he still gets it now, though I am not sure if the next owner will be giving him that.
THE HATE
When he doesn’t perform like his old self, when he start to give me problems like making scary gunshot sound but then we managed to solve it with the mechanics.
THE FEAR
People closer to me would know that I don’t encourage people to take up a bike and this is the same fear that I have for myself. Having seen my close friend’s brother gone in an accident, I fear for the same thing. Even worse, I don’t die but live the life wasted. This fear is especially excruciating when I think about my future and the many things that I have yet to achieve. My break through from the entanglement, I am afraid that I cannot get many things and will lose many things. Perhaps this is just human nature that they get depressed at the thought of losing something.
THE NEW LOVE
On the other hand, a new guy will be joining the family, he is X8, a scooter. Quite a big and sturdy fellow with lotsa storage space for my bags an laptop/s. He is a also a 200cc bike but this time round a automatic bike, meaning I just need to throttle and it will run. Should be a breeze riding it but then its pretty high for a short me.
Quite a bit of mixed feeling in me, its been with me for like 3-4 years, my very first bike. The love, hate and fear relationship is finally ending today, as I will be pushing it to the bike agent to trade in.
THE LOVE
My very first bike with lots of sentiments attached. I can still remember how I wished I could own him back then when I was in the midst of getting my license. Back then, I went to so many places to look for the cheapest price, but with the lack of experience and how bike shop work I ended up buying from the most expensive shop. How he never fail to get his daily attention and a holistic weekend shower. The premium petrol and engine oil, well he still gets it now, though I am not sure if the next owner will be giving him that.
THE HATE
When he doesn’t perform like his old self, when he start to give me problems like making scary gunshot sound but then we managed to solve it with the mechanics.
THE FEAR
People closer to me would know that I don’t encourage people to take up a bike and this is the same fear that I have for myself. Having seen my close friend’s brother gone in an accident, I fear for the same thing. Even worse, I don’t die but live the life wasted. This fear is especially excruciating when I think about my future and the many things that I have yet to achieve. My break through from the entanglement, I am afraid that I cannot get many things and will lose many things. Perhaps this is just human nature that they get depressed at the thought of losing something.
THE NEW LOVE
On the other hand, a new guy will be joining the family, he is X8, a scooter. Quite a big and sturdy fellow with lotsa storage space for my bags an laptop/s. He is a also a 200cc bike but this time round a automatic bike, meaning I just need to throttle and it will run. Should be a breeze riding it but then its pretty high for a short me.
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