Nanyang Polytechnic. NYP.

The school is fucked up. Oh yes it is. I'm not sure about the engineering side and the ah-bengs and porn stars in there but the business side of the school sure sucks. Nope, not the students but the system, the management and the decision makers. I've always been kind of anti-authority, especially in Secondary School, but in Polytechnic I've maintained a lower profile cause at least, we do have more freedom here. But all along, there have been many flaws of this school. Let me list down what the "authority" have done so far to piss me off.

1)TEP. Sure, TEP is good for making friends and all that, its good to build up relationships but in terms of the grading and what we learn, its basically crap. I've ranted before about the grading especially, and the supervisor(s) in charge of it. Yes, we pay them so that they can hire Cunt teck chwee supervise us. How fuck is that?

2) The hockey pitch. I'm a regular user of the hockey pitch since that is where we usually play our soccer. But, most of the time, we have to fight for the right to use it, usually with people from the cricket side or the hockey side. Now, thats ok right, if you think about it. I mean, CCAs do take priority over us who use it for recreational use. BUT! They loan it out to people from OUTSIDE of NYP! Meaning those cricket shithead are from some other schools coming to use the hockey pitch cause they booked it. And when we try to book it, they say we can't. Students of NYP are given less priority then those from the outside? I'll like to remind you again that we PAY SCHOOL FEES to use these facilities, and not for some cricket or hockey or frisbee people to dominate it.

3)People who work for the director. My group of EMRS were "scolded" by the director's balls suckers for playing cards once. The way they talked to us was kind of like we were little kids. They kept on boasting that they worked for the director or what shit. Yeah, and we pay the fucking director and yourself too. Cunts.

4) I'm sure there are a lot more things I could go on about but I just thought lets cut it short and well, get to the point I'm trying to make. The point which this blog rant is based on. Because NYP management is unfair, stupid and nincompoopish. Here's what making me angry. The reasons for them denying Jun Rui's trip to Japan is so fucking lame it makes these people appear normal. Lack of experience and too young? Erm.......hi, isn't that the bloody point of IPP in the first place? To GAIN EXPERIENCE? Most of us here are stuck in the office doing mundane office work, hoping to get out and do something which we can actually learn. The sad reality of it all, is that us students at attachment usually do work which no one wants to do. Like data entry. Proof reading. Holding a box and just walking around following the supervisor(and yes, its a true story).

So for the company to actually send a student out overseas to lead the tour all by herself, thats a golden opportunity no one in their right mind would pass up. Then the school(I have to constantly remind you, we pay school fees) decides to veto the decision and everything is off. Just like that. Age as a factor is laughable. Here we have a profit making company who trusts in this student to do the job. Do you think they'll just let ANYBODY take on such a task if they do not believe they have the capability? It could cost them money if things went wrong. If the company then deems it fit for Jun Rui to do the job, I don't see why the fuck NYP should think otherwise. We pay them to restrict our learning experience. Think about that for awhile. Does it even sound right?

And I think, though this is not confirmed, that another student got the green light to go. If thats the case then I really have nothing else to say. Cause then its time to fucking take some action and fuck NYP back. I'm not sure how but I'll think of a way. Maybe I could record myself singing Umbrella ella ella eh eh eh while gyrating like madonna in a tight fit costume and send it to the director. That'll scare the fuck out of him. Whatever it is though, there's no denying the fact that this shit is fucked up............really reeaallly fucked up.

Sorry for all the strong language. Just that when I get fired up I tend to spew lots of vulgarities. I just find the whole situatioin rather ridiculous. This whole IPP/TEP from NYP is a sham, its a shell of an idea of a system. And for those who think its just because this happened to Jun Rui that I am getting worked up, you couldn't be more wrong and more dumb and you'll be met with a scream or a slap(inside joke). The whole thing reeks of stupidity and to know you're in a school like this, paying and thus facilitating such decisions indirectly, don't you feel your money is going down the drain? Argh, enough of this.


Company bbq yesterday. Was kinda nice, the food there wasn't too bad. Lots of seafood though, meaning I couldn't eat a lot of things. The eclair was quite heavenly. Too bad have to buy in bulk or I would certainly make it a point to buy it frequently.

Alright then its been a long post so I'll stop here for now.

What I know, is my bane
What you know, is your shame
What we know, we deny

Halfway there......5.5 weeks done, 5.5 more weeks to go.

Still a long way to go though. But for now, I'm just gonna sit back and give myself a pat on the back for making it past the halfway mark without having gone stark raving mad. Because I would start running around Orchard Road naked with just a picture of Fidel Castro covering up my privates while shouting "north south line" in Japanese over and over again if I were mad. And it would not be a pretty sight. At all.

So we all should be thankful that 5.5 weeks have passed already. The countdown to school (I can't believe I'm typing this out) begins.

Alright then, so we're done with self-congratulatory reason number 1. Now on to self-congratulatory reason number 2. Finally, after so fukin' long, with the weather and circumstances sometimes getting in the way, I actually managed to get my lazy but sexy butt over to the Kallang Gym yesterday. Went there with Poon who is IPP-ing at the Singapore Sports Council nearby. Complicated looking equipment, muscular men(and women) working out, and my growing tummy all served to make me feel slightly apprehensive at going into the gym at first. You know the feeling, where you just feel like you don't fit in here at all. I'm not expecting the whole room to break into song and dance to welcome me but well, as compared with the Grassroots gym which I usually use, it lacked the warm, private and comfortable kind of atmosphere.

So feeling a little uncertain, I stepped into the gym.

Following conversation ensues. Note the words in brackets are what I'm thinking at that time.

Me: Hi we want to use the gym.
Gym counter guy gives me a slightly bewildered look
Gym counter guy: How old are you? Are you 18 yet?.
Me: Yes I'm 18
Gym counter guy: under 18 or over 18?
(goddamnit isn't that question the same as your first?)
Me: Over 18
Gym counter guy: You sure?
(hmm, now that you mention it, I'm actually not quite sure. I could be 16 this year you know. Hold on a minute, I better check my IC, call my parents and visit KK hospital to get the birth records.)
Me: Yes I'm sure
Poon: -_-

Somewhere deep down in my soul, I think I died a little during the course of this 30 seconds conversation.

If you notice, all his questions apart from the 1st don't make much sense. Not even going to touch on the issue of how old(or young) I look. Well when he was finally convinced I was a 18 year old man and not some 15year old snot snivelling teen, he let us in. Thanks to Poon's SSC pass, he let us in for free. The gym itself was quite huge. As noted earlier, they do not pay much attention to the atmosphere so all one can see is metal, metal, and bulging human muscles. One guy was so muscular and big I believe he could have took my head and crushed it with one hand, and then eat my brains for grade A nutrition.

No such horrifying incidences occurred however, and we proceeded to start working out. After so long of not stretching those muscles, it got pretty straining on me after awhile. Overall though, it was a good workout. We've identified the equipment we need to use in order to get us to pass the dreaded NAPFA coming soon. So yeah, should be hitting the gym more often now.

Alright its a pretty long entry already so I'll just leave it as such. Was actually planning to write about the wonderfully delicious dinner at Old Airport Road(Hokkien Mee and durian puffs for the fukin' win) but we'll save that for another time shall we. Oh yes, dinner at Old Airport Road will be something I'll be looking out for now, so you can bet your ass I'll be going there again. Everything looks incredibly good and I'm just spoilt for choice. There, I'm rambling on.......and I'm starting to get hungry just writing about it.

Ok I'm outta here. Work has almost ended so ciao people!

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I don't usually have 2 blog posts out within hours of each other. However, I just have to post this link up. Why? Cause I find it kick ass. Watch it even if you're not a fan of rock songs or recognize the tune, just watch it cause its talent.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KuSihWz7LlQ

I would have embedded this video here but they don't allow it. Go check it out.
Its fukin' mint. Guitar Talent. At such a young age too. Playing "Stairway to heaven" by led zepplin, the link I posted you was the part with the guitar solo(there are parts 1 and 2 too, check them out but I personally like part 3 best). Sure there are several mistakes here and there but it damn well comes close to the original version. Not many people his age can play so well. He looks about 7-8 years old? Maybe even younger. Although then again, he might be a child-like looking botoxed midget who is actually 53 years old who lives with his cat loving aunty. Highly doubt that though.

Seen it yet?

Freakin' awesome eh......When I was his age and you gave me a guitar with 4 strings which are programmed to play a "Mary had a little lamb" no matter which strings were played, I'll still mess it up and probably break the strings in the process. Don't mock me. You would too. Seriously though, as long as he keeps on practicing songs like that and doesn't switch to poppy songs he'll make it big one day.

Man, if only I didn't listen to backstreet boys when I was young...........

I am the eggman
We are the eggmen
I am the Walrus!
goo goo g'joob

Blogging here from the office now. Kinda risky, cause I've just been relocated in the office! Yup, some new bigshot is coming into the company so Chun Hong and myself had to move to the general office, where we do get our own desk. Nothing however, beats having your very own room in the office. More privacy to, you know, do things like what I'm doing now.

But as I look around now, all I see is myself. Nobody within a 10 metres radius around me. And with no clear instructions on what to do now, I'm just sitting here and reading funny editorials on the internet and having to stifle my laughter at times when I read something funny. Reason why I can do all this is cause I was relocated to some little corner of the office where the coming and goings are at a minimum. Chun Hong however, is sitting right in front of our "supervisor". Though she ain't our boss but she's a full timer and she is still way above us so he can't do much shit now can he?

Yesterday I spent the 2nd half of the day at Singapore Discovery Centre, a much poorer version of the Science Centre. Note though, that only myself had to go while Chun Hong had to stay in the office. While that by itself is quite shite for Chun Hong, wait till he knows of the next part. I was released at 4pm, and my boss told me to take cab home and claim from the company........ cause that's company policy.

Somewhere up there, God must have decided to finally reward me for leaving the last cookie in the jar to that nice girl when I was in kindergarten.

Was fukin' happy on the way home, couldn't stop grinning. It's not everyday I get to go home so early, and in a cab at that. Yes, you might argue such trivial matters hardly warrants such joy. Its not as if my kitten suddenly started excreting gold from her way-too-prominent-to-be-true asshole, or as if Arsenal won the Quadruple, or if I heard what I wanted to hear from someone.

But I quote the lyrics from an Oasis Song Its good to be free, "The little things that make me so happy, all I want to do is live by the sea". Simple things like this can really cheer me up immensely. Really, I think the cab driver must have been slightly freaked out. Cause people have commented I don't smile. I only smirk. And me smirking all the way from Jurong to Woodlands could not have been a pleasant feeling for that nice old Malay taxi driver.

Probably thought I was about to rob him or something. Maybe direct him to some place where 6 gay gym men would rape him. Or tie him up and force him to listen to the song Umbrella from Rihana over and over again.

*Shudder*.

Maybe I shouldn't kid about things like this. It might just give you and me nightmares and cause some to go into severe depression just thinking about it. And we haven't even taken into account the gay gym men nor the robbery.......

Right then I'm off to lunch now.

Btw the 2nd previous post may not neccessarily be about me you know. Its meant to be generally speaking so don't take it too literally.

Enjoy your work people!

I'll take my car and I drive real far
To where they're not concerned about the way we are
In my mind my dreams are real
Are you concerned about the way I feel
Tonight I'm a rock 'n' roll star

Had a nice jog.....no specs, no contacts, its night so my vision is blurred. Almost met with an accident. Almost. Fukin car speeding to shit knows where, going against the red light and giving me a nasty shock in the process. Jog was calming though. When I have too much in my mind I tend to exercise/jog extensively to release all my frustration.

Hello, hello
Said its good to be back, its good to be back........