This is my second week home. It was a last minute plan. Logically I'm not sure why I am going back AMS. Project prognosis has been pessimistic. Not that I don't look forward to being on the bench, so long I'm not required to report to office though. But still it makes me wonder what had I given for the last 3 years if this was going to be the outcome.
Still remember my very first project with this company. It too did not went life. Since then, this is probably my so-called 3rd implementation project and based on my track record, looks like I'm failing more than succeeding.
So it's been alot of mapling to take my mind off. Procrastination at its best. And then I decided to go back home for 2 weeks. To perhaps tidy my room.
And I had high hopes. To pack and made KH bring back some stuff. But it did not happen :(
It was only the second week that I finally go through my letters, and all the barang barang. Can you imagine I still have the rejected blank paper from CBLC days which I kept to recycle. Or the wires whose products I cannot remember. I even found my Creative MP3 player which proudly says 'Made in Singapore'.
So what are the other interesting snippets?
I was also trying to keep my SRM certification (sigh reminiscent that it will be replaced just like the owner) and saw some other old school letters about my profile and what career will suit me. Funny how when one grows up and look at her achievements, only to realize it is so far away from her intended ambitions during school day. But even laughable is the fact she put 'System Analyst' or 'Volunteer'. The other bitter laugh happened when I saw my diary. Not sure which year was that but all the entries about this guy I like who has forgotten my birthday though. These un-requited love probably trained me early to choose to be loved and not to love any more I guess. It made me curious for a moment that I went to stalk some of my past relations in the FB. Is weird that we are all linked in FB, but I hardly ever try to contact them or connect them even sometimes. Yet I always had 2 questions in mind when looking at my past. Are they married, and how many children they have already. And then I will think they are blessed to have chosen that path instead.
I had one extra question in mind, which has been bugging me for a few months already. Did Doc changed name? And many times I wanted to ask Doc. Times when I'm back and I see the drawings or booklets, I will wonder more too. But should I really ask? Has age tamed my impulsive nature?
Still remember my very first project with this company. It too did not went life. Since then, this is probably my so-called 3rd implementation project and based on my track record, looks like I'm failing more than succeeding.
So it's been alot of mapling to take my mind off. Procrastination at its best. And then I decided to go back home for 2 weeks. To perhaps tidy my room.
And I had high hopes. To pack and made KH bring back some stuff. But it did not happen :(
It was only the second week that I finally go through my letters, and all the barang barang. Can you imagine I still have the rejected blank paper from CBLC days which I kept to recycle. Or the wires whose products I cannot remember. I even found my Creative MP3 player which proudly says 'Made in Singapore'.
So what are the other interesting snippets?
- The number of philips monitor stands dad had to buy as I keep breaking the stand. And that it costs 7 SGD.
- My red ruby bought from Pluto cost me 2288 SGD. I don't really know what happened to it already though as the casing in my room right now is the boring yellowish white. And I think it is an empty shell which is why I was trying to pack the wires nicely for printer, scanner and external HD.
- Samsung CD-Rom cost 65 SGD. Now I don't even have a CD rom reader though for all the CDs. Makes me wonder if I should still keep these CDs hmm.
- I think my first internet cable subscription with Starhub was in 2002. Almost 20 years ago. And the monthly subscription was 76 SGD. I was even using my super aged e-mail: begonia@singnet.com.sg. Which has probably disintegrated into dust in the internet world (I sincerely hope).
- I even found my first laptop manuals and tax invoice with warranty card intact. And that laptop costs me 2299 + 3% GST = 2367.87 SGD which is probably a lot of money for a poor university student. I don't remember if I took a loan though haha. And OMG GST was 3% then. How much things have rose for the past decade. Not sure what I did with my laptop but 80% I probably recycled them into some e-waste bins.
- Found a stack of Herballife invoices. Well considering the Herballife bag is still kept intact, I'm not surprised. But I did ponder from Nuskin (It was Lazy doing it though that time) to some BCG or something, to Forever Living Product to Herballife. I have decided to clear the bag and recycle all the Herballife booklets though. I think I should have some of the Forever Living Products stuff somewhere too. Perhaps will hunt for them tomorrow as well.
I was also trying to keep my SRM certification (sigh reminiscent that it will be replaced just like the owner) and saw some other old school letters about my profile and what career will suit me. Funny how when one grows up and look at her achievements, only to realize it is so far away from her intended ambitions during school day. But even laughable is the fact she put 'System Analyst' or 'Volunteer'. The other bitter laugh happened when I saw my diary. Not sure which year was that but all the entries about this guy I like who has forgotten my birthday though. These un-requited love probably trained me early to choose to be loved and not to love any more I guess. It made me curious for a moment that I went to stalk some of my past relations in the FB. Is weird that we are all linked in FB, but I hardly ever try to contact them or connect them even sometimes. Yet I always had 2 questions in mind when looking at my past. Are they married, and how many children they have already. And then I will think they are blessed to have chosen that path instead.
I had one extra question in mind, which has been bugging me for a few months already. Did Doc changed name? And many times I wanted to ask Doc. Times when I'm back and I see the drawings or booklets, I will wonder more too. But should I really ask? Has age tamed my impulsive nature?
