Very very long week.

Helo world, this has been a torturous week, and its not over yet… there are 5 visits in a short span of 3 days. I have just been too mentally exhausted to write anything in this blog….so my apologies to anyone who bothers to read.
Just to let you in on my role in serving to protect the nation from anything ranging from war, trouble peace and disaster. To put it nicely, I help in the deterrence effort by our proud officers and to also help in the maintaining of good relations with other more powerful entities. To put it more honestly, I concoct dodgy looking powerpoint slides as a medium for a 3 way bombardment of visual concepts on questionable systems. I double as the 2 man AV crew team member of the yet to become future power lab… Seems rather simple yes? Well that is just the surface my friend, I will also do the usual conscript jobs, or more specifically ‘sai kang’, and apparently I have been appointed the resident CD ripper, I seem to be able the only person that knows or dares to admit on knowing how to actually burn a CD. I am also the watchdog for the Lab that frequently holds functions, I will be the one to sit there quietly and well….watch. Answering to their every call with an ‘uncontrollable enthusiasm’. “ we need water….we need pen…how do you switch on the projector? I need to plug this to the power socket (*its right next to him), can you call so-and-so, I need to print this…(*I then proceed to click the print button)….i am the all doing watchdog, you need me to fetch the papers? Just call me….and better yet, I dun pee on the couch.
And so people, this is how I serve and protect my nation. Does it inspire you to do anything great and wonderful with your life? Well…I hate to brag, but I live to inspire, with the never dull life that I am living.
Back to life as I know it.

P.S. pardon my sarcasm…its my only output where I can remain calm without adding bits of french in every sentence.

Quiet elegance

Hi guys, well…..today is the day she goes to Indonesia for a business trip, my dad has left for Vietnam for a holiday with his friends I guess. It’s just me and my mom. Hmmm, we will be having Nissin noodles for dinner, it’s my recommendation after tasting one nissin noodle dish from a Hong Kong restaurant the other day, in short, the dish was plain, simple and worth putting your heart into. Nissin noodle in soup with sesame oil, a stalk of Xiao bai cai, a fried sunny side up and lastly a couple of Chinese ham.
Magnificent…
There is always a quiet elegance to the simple objects or place that always attracted me, its almost spiritual to be in a place or to come across an object like that, gives a feeling that this is were you were meant to be or what its meant to be like. I know this can sound abit ambiguous, but I am just discovering these phenomena of simplistic existence so pardon me there. I grew up in a country where the rat race is a norm, a country that produces efficient workers with both knowledge and speed. We have the best, most profession has to offer. Of cause there are exceptions….like in my earlier post. People here strive to be the best in making it ‘big’ in whatever it is they do. Now take a step back, and ask who or wat are they working for? And they will answer justifiably, “for my family”, “for my personal achievement” and lastly “for money”. And truthfully, I dun think there is anything wrong with that, in fact I will also be fighting and working for those three reasons, there really is nothing else we can live and work for…right?
I wish there was a feeling of something different, something that can clear the layers of dunnowatstuff that lies above my spirit and mind, do I sound like I need a religion? Well fyi, I dun, I just need an epiphany or an experience, one that can allow me to see everything with a new light.
Funny how a simple Nissin noodle can evoke such thoughts.
On another thought, I miss her, it feels different when you dun meet her but she is still in Singapore then you dun meet her cause she just isn’t in Singapore. Weird.
Anyways, I am saving for the Large format camera, I know I said in the ealier post that I did not want to buy it so soon anymore, well….screw that, its that or nothing……I am going to be a photographer even if it’s the death of me. And all these words that I write to try and tell you guys how I feel will never be enough, and hope that one day my pictures will give a clearer view emotionally and spiritually. Lets hope.

guowen

new cam, lousy workers

Guess what guys, I have decided not to buy the large format camera anymore…..i will get it when I have the means to, rather then spending every cent I have on the camera and not having any cash left for anything else….not very smart….
I always get a little pissed when I dun get to buy the things that I have set my mind on buying, and so last night I went ahead to buy this samurai looking pants! Haha and its cost 70 bucks…..haha long time since I did anything so financially stupid….but it was a cool looking pants...Samurai…but a wee bit challenging to get it on.
Anyways, since I won’t be buying the large format camera, I have decided to spent the small amount of money I have to get myself a TLR(twin lens reflex) camera. Always wanted one of those but there was never my top priority. Anyway, at least I have something to look forward to and its something that I can afford to buy comfortably…nice.
Well, today’s work day is a total disaster for me, I got pissed by different people who does things that were just un-thought of, for their own convenience….i really am getting quite enough the work attitude around here….the lack of respect for the conscripts….i guess being a responsible and dependable worker isn’t what they are trying to cultivate in people... the better you do, the more they would pile on you…you would just be another guy that was easy to ask to get things done. I mean I do like to be thought of as capable ….but at times, I do need a break from all those responsibilities, I do need a certain pat on the back, someone to say, ‘ok, go take a break, you deserve it….’. Its rather sickening really…other then some rather nice friends here, this I would dare say is a group of people I would love to forget, an experience that I dun appreciate.

Guowen

Quality Times

Went out with kl and junhao yesterday night, went for a short pool session and won Junhao 3 times! Muahahaha lost to kl as usual….there was a bet that whoever lost had to treat supper, and junhao was the overall loser, haha so we made him pay for the game rather then supper cause I guess none of us were hungry anyway. Then we bought three cans of beer and some nuts and chips, went to my poolside to side and chat…..just like old times….it was nice….i actually did not know that my poolside could be so peaceful at night….so quiet and serene. But we were being pestered so persistently by mosquitoes…I think I came away with at least 10 bites on my feet itself.
It was fun, been a long time since I drank beer, been a long time since I had a long talk with my frens, been a long time since I felt energized at night, been a long time since I done anything that young people my age usually do…haha.
I dun have much frens, always did live by this rule of having few and good. And well I have 7 or maybe a wee bit more good frens, inclusive of really good frens. You see I am not a really sociable person, dun know why… dun mix well with new people. That, I think might be a liability in the future, knowing the job I am bringing myself into, having to meet clients and all, being an introvert really doesn’t help. I think it all comes down to the sincerity of things that stop me, when I meet the person, I dun feel this sincere urge to know that person, which I guess is the reason why I can never remember a name or a face….they would just be a face in the sea of faces that I got acquainted somehow, somewhere, sometime ago…. Its like having a mindset that tells me saying hi is just a form of politeness, and I wun be seeing or talking to this person anytime in the near future….i know its doesn’t sound really nice…but it’s a fact.
Let me relate an example for you, I used to have this friendster account, but I deleted it…again, and anti-social act. Anyway, there was this guy inside my friends list that wrote a testimonial for me, i got to see his photo and his name, but you know wat……I have no freaking idea where I met him! I did try to reach into the recesses of my memory to at least have period of time, like when I could have met him…..but nothing came up…lol….pathetic.
Maybe its time to get out there alittle.

Bye.