Saturday used to be fun... but today seems to be a series of unfortunate (or fortunate) events. Sent X9 for servicing... the elderly technician got the visor fixed the wrong way and I had to help. Then, when I found 2 nuts missing... the young boss came out to try to fix it with another 2 alternative models! While releasing the caps, found that one side of the frame for the visor was also LOOSE. Which means, the nuts weren't even tightened. I swallowed it.. for the sake of our friendship and I also felt something amissed today, with the young boss' dad and also the elderly technician. The former nearly felt like fainting once and grabbed my arm and the latter seemed to be forgetful.
I went to Sim Lim in search of something to fix my lights. Then I went home. On my way home, I heard something metallic hit the road just beneath me but could not tell what it was. Then, upon reaching Bayshore Road, the engine felt funny and I saw that the oil signal was lighted up. then I slowly drifted to the side just before the approach to Bayshore road. There was a burning smell and it just "died" on the spot the moment I applied the brakes. For one thing, the engine could have died while I was right in the middle of the heavy traffic jam near Suntec City! That's probably the "fortunate" part.
I tried umpteen times to get the workshop guys but on saturday evening????? Anyway, had to call EMAS to tow it away from ECP. EMAS is another weird story. To make a long story short, in the end, I had to wait until Monday morning....
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
2007-Annual Party
It's time to prepare for CNY again. How time flies!
Just can't imagine that Christmas is finally over. The good times and memories are slowly fading away and as the dusts settled, the memories are getting fuzzier and fuzzier... or is it a sign of senility? I could sense a growing fear within me that I am getting old.
I read somewhere that Asians tend to be more pessismistic about being old than the Western counterparts. To the latter, retirement could be just something that they look forward to. But not so with Asians. Is it because of the rising medical costs and living expenses? Sometimes, just when you need more strength to have 3 meals a day, being aged and half-crippled doesn't help.
Anyway, it's our Annual Party again. This year, a few of my colleagues came up with an exciting performance. I am glad that their efforts paid off. Like what Phillip had said to me before, it isn't how others view the performance, but rather, what the performers have learnt after having rubbed shoulders through it all. There had been tears and silent disappointments. But at the end of it all, I am really glad the group made it through and (hopefully) have emerged being better friends. I think that was the trophy.
Sadly, this dance item was also supposed to be the last one for one of our radiographers. Next month, he will be joining his wife and kid in UK where there are better opportunities for them. For the last 4 years, and while he had been working among all of us, this funny aspect of him had never really surfaced in public (except to those who know him well).
Well, it's time to move on.
Bon Voyage, Dani. All the best and take care, always.
Just can't imagine that Christmas is finally over. The good times and memories are slowly fading away and as the dusts settled, the memories are getting fuzzier and fuzzier... or is it a sign of senility? I could sense a growing fear within me that I am getting old.
I read somewhere that Asians tend to be more pessismistic about being old than the Western counterparts. To the latter, retirement could be just something that they look forward to. But not so with Asians. Is it because of the rising medical costs and living expenses? Sometimes, just when you need more strength to have 3 meals a day, being aged and half-crippled doesn't help.
Anyway, it's our Annual Party again. This year, a few of my colleagues came up with an exciting performance. I am glad that their efforts paid off. Like what Phillip had said to me before, it isn't how others view the performance, but rather, what the performers have learnt after having rubbed shoulders through it all. There had been tears and silent disappointments. But at the end of it all, I am really glad the group made it through and (hopefully) have emerged being better friends. I think that was the trophy.
Sadly, this dance item was also supposed to be the last one for one of our radiographers. Next month, he will be joining his wife and kid in UK where there are better opportunities for them. For the last 4 years, and while he had been working among all of us, this funny aspect of him had never really surfaced in public (except to those who know him well).
Well, it's time to move on.
Bon Voyage, Dani. All the best and take care, always.
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