Monday, February 27, 2006
decisions decisions decisions...
Question: Why are there so many many decisions to be made in life?
Answer: Cos life ain't that simple silly boy...
Over the past few months I've been thinking about one thing. (Disclaimer: No, it ain't about sex, it ain't girls... ONLY)
My Education!
Of course, for those not in the know, I'm a proud graduate from NgeeAnn Polytechnic with a Diploma in Mechanical Engineering (I'm not too sure if the school IS proud of me thou...) Anyway, the problem is, I am never cut out for engineering so I found myself a job doing IT Desktop Support.
Here's a simplifed version of my job scope. Shit, more shit, really more shit and just an everest of shit BUT but but the strangest of all strange things is... Me, the ex-ah siah kiah actually got all nice and comfy in the big pile of poop poop. Comfort zone if that's the correct term to be used.
Monday comes, stressed out from 9am - 7pm daily (actually most of the time wayyyyyyy later), Leave all the poop behind and go home. Surf surf surf, eat dinner, koonz. And so the vicious cycle goes on tuesday, wednesday, thursday and friday all for $X/mth. Enough to pay some bills at home, give a little pathetic 'allowance' to my mum and aunt with some spare cash for myself...
Then one fine day, it hitted me.
Question: Am I gonna be like this all my life? Am I happy? Do I need to move on?
Answer: ... ...
So how? I need to study. To pick up where I last stopped, improve myself and to move on in life so as not to wallow in self-pity or be in denial. Talk is cheap so says my friends. NATO - No Action Talk Only is me.
So... What Time Is It? - Tak Chek loh...
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side note: damn its 4am and I'm still bitching about on my blog. ok bed time *lol*
Answer: Cos life ain't that simple silly boy...
Over the past few months I've been thinking about one thing. (Disclaimer: No, it ain't about sex, it ain't girls... ONLY)
My Education!
Of course, for those not in the know, I'm a proud graduate from NgeeAnn Polytechnic with a Diploma in Mechanical Engineering (I'm not too sure if the school IS proud of me thou...) Anyway, the problem is, I am never cut out for engineering so I found myself a job doing IT Desktop Support.
Here's a simplifed version of my job scope. Shit, more shit, really more shit and just an everest of shit BUT but but the strangest of all strange things is... Me, the ex-ah siah kiah actually got all nice and comfy in the big pile of poop poop. Comfort zone if that's the correct term to be used.
Monday comes, stressed out from 9am - 7pm daily (actually most of the time wayyyyyyy later), Leave all the poop behind and go home. Surf surf surf, eat dinner, koonz. And so the vicious cycle goes on tuesday, wednesday, thursday and friday all for $X/mth. Enough to pay some bills at home, give a little pathetic 'allowance' to my mum and aunt with some spare cash for myself...
Then one fine day, it hitted me.
Question: Am I gonna be like this all my life? Am I happy? Do I need to move on?
Answer: ... ...
So how? I need to study. To pick up where I last stopped, improve myself and to move on in life so as not to wallow in self-pity or be in denial. Talk is cheap so says my friends. NATO - No Action Talk Only is me.
So... What Time Is It? - Tak Chek loh...
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side note: damn its 4am and I'm still bitching about on my blog. ok bed time *lol*
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