Monday, January 24, 2005

Hmm... another week gone by..

Another week passed.. seemingly without much mishaps. Let's hope it's really what it seems..

Juniors who just enlisted booked out for the first time this weekend. Boy, almost all told me they had to go clinics to see doctors over the weekend.. Hmm.. so fast, so sick le. Hope they'll survive BMT in one piece... ha~ Good luck guys.. You can do it~!

Friday is a public holiday... spent 12 hours of my life (somehow it sounds so much longer this way) reformatting Xun's com.. and even helping out in HIS spring cleaning. Boy, cheap labour hor? You owe me one man.. Next Dbl O/Zouk your treat. One hell of an experience. 2nd time reformatting a com and I thot I was a goner when I failed to get the com to boot from his CD-rom drive. Really felt damn bad when we gave up trying at like, 2am? Thot I'm gonna go home having done nothing at all other then delete his existing partition.. Luckily, due to Xun's sudden inspiration of the possible hardware MIS-connections, we dissected our dying patient and after much pondering and discussions, discovered where the problem lies. The crux of the problem lies in the Primary/Secondary IDE connections. We did the necessary switch-over and viola~! Patient Dying Compaq springs back to life, detecting the CD-rom drive after 12 excruciating hours.. and Operation Reformat proceeded smoothly without any other major glitches. Phew~

Sunday, my first show in this hell of a unit. Dining-in shows just suck high time. You sit there and play some cheesy crappy music while diners munch and crunch their way through their god-knows how many course dinner, stopping occasionally to display their sympathy for you by means of an applause. As if feeling like some low-class, cheapskate entertainer is not degrading enough, stealth bombers, aka pesky irritating fat pigeons will put their marksmanship to the test by aiming their motion at you from say, 60-70m overhead. Imagine the impact on you when a pigeon stool plummets from this height and achieves terminal velocity prior to contact. Thank god I wasn’t the pigeons’ target. And I SWEAR that these pigeons aren’t as dim witted as we think they are. They actually DO aim for hapless souls beneath their asses.. and my deepest sympathy goes to the poor pipa guest player, some female cheena teacher, who suffered a mind-scarring attack resulting in a rain of bird stool all over her hair and score and pipa… I tried hard not to laugh le.. seriously.. I swear. But I just couldn’t contain the amusement. =P

Will revamp my blog real soon… once I go get an inspiration of some sort. This layout looks kinda cheesy after a while. Thanks for the encouragement from you guys nonetheless.. ha~ And when I do feel like it, I might considering doing one for you, Xun. Dat is IF I feel like it.. ha.. Bwahahahahaa~

Tata for now~

Cre8tivesparks at 1/24/2005 11:30:00 AM

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