朽木百哉のブォグ

I had to be slided to a different set of roles as a working counterpart had gone on premature maternity leave, so it's about getting used to a set of different working processes.

Maybe it's also a good break for me as I had gotten dry from the usual work routine that had left me sleepless for many nights; and the disturbing, identical reoccurence of a previous experience of being "breathed" down by a "gender-prejudicer".

I can't say much more here but it'll be elaborated in some backdated posts.  What matters now is that I should officially be taken off this unnecessary disturbance and getting things done till my working counterpart returns.

No more late nights and ridiculous working hours that I'm not liable for.

Having being here for more than 1/2 a year and getting the feet anchored, I realised the importance of keeping boundaries away from immediate working counterparts.  The barricade shall ascend and I will keep my ultimate privacy.

This matter had somewhat disrupted my regular hunger during the lunch hours, that food no longer taste as yummy as they should be.

There will be a chronological backlog of the months that had passed by.

Number game is always the fumbling factor which causes extensive lose of sleep, mental disalignment and fragmentation till the next course is set to get out to get a religned.  It's been more than 6 months since the last alignment and I have to get out soon before all falls out of place.

The angel is at rest today; probably due to excessive heatiness so she has to rest for the day; I hope she's feeling much better by now.

Onward to the aftermath.

The long wait of my first annual leave over 6 months is finally in place and had been over.  A week has gone by once again, sweeping me into the 7th month lf this 'whole new world' environment, where a mix of fun and suppressed flaking is.

Mondays are always filled with extensive hours, sleepless nights and constantly looking for an avenue to get steam off the mind.  However, it's too far off to be done as there's still 4 weeks to go.  No sign of the 'golden paper' to date though it appears that my seat is somewhat confirmed.  At times, I wonder how the guys on the other side cope with the constant projectile firing.

More confirmation for next month's break, which is a good sign so I'm looking forward to that, as it is another milestone that we can move into our nest soon.

Let's see if I can really lay my mind to rest for the night.

As soon as a bus zooms by, they'll step away though distance was about 10 metres from the road.

To date, I have not been able to locate their spot as appearances have not been often and the timing doesn't coincide.  I need to find a date and time to do some scouting.

I saw another guy who was also tendering his notice while it was already my last day.  Documents for clearance done, signed and ready to go but an accounts colleague was asking me about references to payments which have yet to be collected; I can barely recall to what those indicators refer to.

The other guy who was leaving had seemed to start off his own business in the jewellery retail trade; he's from a well-off family and had his fair share of fragging when he was around.  Certainly I had and am glad it's over.

Casual chats with colleagues, looking through some old stuff does remicise about the long history of the company but that's just for casual knowledge purpose.

Soon it was time to go; a replay of my final exit through that main door I had been walking through for the past 3/4 year.

A dream that is too interesting that I must pen it down.

A scene showed us all in "hostels" where I bumped into Jason, a NS comrade. We were talking about the swap of the room between the guy and gals.  Of course, guys and gals had separated zones to avoid trouble.

We went out for awhile and when I was back, the floor was stained with cereal, possibly from those who came over to visit their friends during our absence.  The worst thing was it was not cleaned up and we are trying hard to find the culprit.  Soon, there was an order to swap the guys and gals' accomodation zone, which means we have to pack and move over.  However, investigations are still ongoing for the irresponsible chap who stained the hostel room.

Next scene showed me going down to a  carpark where I was flipping and arranging stuff over in my Pica.  There was another of such ride just beside mine.  For a few times, I went down to collect some stuff and there was this Corolla which I started the engine (my key had some accessibility to different makes).  I'm not sure whose car it was though.

Final scene; I entered Gent's and saw someone who resembled the celebrity, Rayson in it, covered in white paint; I was there to grab a shower and bent over to grab the "restricted area".  Disgusted, I hopped into the shower to wash the paint stains off and the next thing he offered was to use "rubber" to slick it off.  His wife could be heard from outside calling him and I shouted for her to come in.  As she wanted to know what happened, I went through the whole scenario and then she told her husband that it's over as "it is tomorrow" (referring to his sentence).  Apparently, he has been committing crimes from is erratic behaviour.

I woke up at 9:30am.  Much fatigue are felt in the muscles.

I walked to this patch of vegetation and after some distance, I came to a clearance where I was told about a famous waterfall, nicknamed 'Manila' that was located just beside a block of HDB flats.  The reason why it was called so was because if you slide down to the bottom of it, it brings you directly to the airport.  Well known as Filipinos used it as the fastest way to get to their flight.

Since I'm here, I thought I'd discover it myself.  From far, indeed it looks like a pure vertical waterfall, but after getting closer, it's a little inclined and you can literally sit on it, ride the waves and reach the bottom.  It certainly was a fun ride, and I was constantly reminded that I should wear a thick bottom to take care of the friction as I take the journey down.

Next scene went into a place where I coincidentally met a few of my primary schoolmates; of which, one of them was named Emily Chia, whose mother was someone I got to know in the neighborhood.  There was Allan Chia (coincidentally my former commander's name), who was her son and Emily was his sister.

We had a good chat for all the things that occured during these 20ish years and found out from her that she is no longer married as she didn't have a good husband; it was someone much older and he wasn't doing his role well, so that's why she moved back to live with her mum.

Allan is now in the private sector and doing pretty well; definitely much happier than he was when he was in the armed forces.

Next scene showed me walking through the shopping mall with Chia Yong and he saw Yanchao where they exchanged friendly handwave gestures as we walked on.  They knew each other through working in the same bank; that explained how they got to know each other (Chiayong was my subordinate and Yanchao my highschool classmate).

We walked past a coin deposit machine which account reference could be done simply with a thumbprint scan and you can deposit your money right away.  Chiayong did that quickly and we could continue walking on, but there was an alert the coin wasn't deposited correctly, so he had to go back to pick up the 'bad' coin.

I finally managed to wake up at 7:15am after an intermittence at 6am.