Raunchy!!! I like!! haha :)SKIVING ( to be sung to the tune of Rod Stewart's Sailing)
I am skiving, I am skiving,
Work again, how rousing.
I am skiving,simply trying,
To yak online, without fear.
I am stoning, I am stoning,
Stuck at VS, bored to tears.
I am stoning, fantasizing,
To be playing, with my peers.
Will you pique me, will you pique me
On M-S-N, can't you see?
I am jaded, satiated,
Do regale me, if you're free.
Where's the moo-lah, where's the moo-lah,
Working here is, horrible.
Teaching tuition, find a new job,
Earn as much as, possible.
It's about time, it's about time,
Home again ’ here I come.
Clock is ticking, minutes passing,
To my abode, how i'll run!
Gdness, am so bored I can come up with the above crap... Today has been a very slack day at work again, sigh what's new? Its a pity then that I cannot go home early today. Good thing though, I have so much time to surf from 10am to about 5pm, so I practically surfed all that I want to, and even had time to blog haha... If only my pay is much higher i would have less grouses. Then again, perhaps I should be thankful for what I have. Alas, the reason I'm held back is that there's gonna be AGM tonight and the freaking boring AGM will start at 6.30pm and I have to take minutes again. It's simply amazing to see how all those people can take so long to settle and finalise so little. Actually, I do not wonder why. Old fogeys can digress very well indeed; it takes just a little joke/insignificant remark to start them off reminiscing about the good old days when they themselves were once mischievious Victorians. I understand the joy that they shared when they were younger, but it's quite annoying when it keeps cropping up during the meeting. Poor me then has to smile benignly at all of them and after some time I have a really good mind to just look at them placidly to hint that they had better get back to the topic at hand because I do not have the whole night to entertain them. Sadly, I can only keep silent all the time and make myself look interested. Writing minutes is actually fine, at least I think that's productive, but I really cannot stand the way the stupid CM (chairman) keeps grilling me with his questions. They are meant to gauge your abilities in this and that and what-have-you. Besides having to keep re-introducing myself to those old fogeys ( make it about 25 people ) and engaging in small talk that I particularly detest ( since they invariably centre around my age,education,army vocation,family,hobbies,past history etc you get the idea), I still have to put up with one annoying prick ( CM lah, who else? ) who takes it into his bloody thick skull that just because he's the chairman and I'm some pathetic admin worker, he can have every right to probe into this and that. BAH!!
I remember that during the previous meeting, that fartface ( add a moustache to that, which I think he's very proud of and trims it immaculately everyday; but which never fails to make me disgusted as I'm guessing the thoughts that run through his head. They probably go something along the line of " I look like a distinguished gentleman with my finely-groomed moustache, coupled with my newly-waxed nasal hair, I'm probably the oldest metrosexual they can find in Singapore... ) asked which unit I was from and where I will be studying. Upon informing him that I'm a guardsmen, and was only a MAN ( not officer, as if i give two fishes about it, chey! ) , he asked why I was a Man and not an officer. I was quite caught off-guard by this question and so I gave some reason that I thought would suffice. But he went on ploughing, why you never go OCS??? I was quite irritated by then and just shot back, "just not good enough for OCS lor... its not as if we have a choice in our posting and FYI, officers these days are not of the calibre you imagine them to be... " haha, I felt quite victorious at triumphing this toot. He kept quiet and started the meeting proper, luckily for me. I couldn't imagine what would have happen if he were to question why I'm going to France, why I learn french etc... I would most likely shout " enculez- vous, imbecile" in his face.
haha kidding. Was a bit over-critical just now but he really knows how to press all the 'right' buttons. Isn't it uncanny how some people can really work you up the way they do things? No matter how hard I try, I still lose it at times. The victory's sweet for a while, but when reality sinks in, you feel stupid for being so sensitive. Sigh, my short temper has left me with much more losses than gains...
