Monday, March 16, 2009

Sayonara

by powerangers_08@yahoo.com


Ooh… such happiness. But weariness as well.

I don’t know why… but it doesn’t matter since my practical session is about to end! xD How many more days, eh? Let’s see… err…today is 17 and… yes! 10 more days! Can’t wait, dow… Huhu!

But, interestingly, and like I said, I could feel weariness and a little apprehension. I think I shouldn’t have had these kind of cojones. I mean, practical is boring for the most part. Although I admit the people here is nice enough. They really are. And I think I’m gonna miss talking to some of them, miss doing the jobs I usually did… but still, boringness is the most dominant part of this practical training. You have no idea. If there are jobs to be done, I assure you I wouldn’t mind them to be in MOUNTAINS. I can handle overwork, no problem. And let’s face it. It’s not like I have a husband and 5 children to tend. I wouldn’t mind going home late and I wouldn’t mind overwork. On the other hand, I’m glad of them. It makes me feel that I am doing something and that I am contributing to something. Something useful and important and I’m glad.

But IF there is no work, nothing at all and that is that. NO WORK. Nothing to do. Nothing at ALL! Can you imagine sitting around all day doing nothing? Like you know that there are other staffs working, doing their work and things but YOU, sitting at your place, just LOOKING at them doing whatever it is that they are doing? Its worst than working 16 hours straight. WORST, I assure you. Some might say that I should be glad. It’s not everyday that people go to work and find themselves nothing to work on. But NO. You would feel USELESS. Feels like you want to scream beyond recognition. You’d feel more tired than when you are overwork. It’s awful. Not only that, you’d also feel like you want to shrink into the wall. It’s shameful too. It’s like I said; USELESS.

BUT I have my own solace, you know. I LOVE to drive. Love it so much. It’s like an addict. So, my time of driving to work and driving home from work could be considered as my kind of painkiller meds. Take over cars, scream on the top of my lungs at drivers who infuriate me with their driving skills (I’m not a lunatic, don’t you worry), assume the road as F1 track… Diving is one of the best moments of the day for me, apart of sleeping at night, of course. And I LOVE listening to FLY.FM! They’re the best radio station out there! The Pagi Show and Rush Hour are my favorite sections. Have you listened to Nadia, Phat Phabes and Ben? And for the Rush Hour part, Jules and Prem? They are DEAD hilarious. They have never yet failed to make me smile my self silly every morning and evening of everyday. I tried listening to other radio stations and I find myself wanting to puke. I don’t know why. It didn’t work





Oh, yeah!
I know why I feel weary all of a sudden! It’s the future that I’m worried about. My Diploma is about to finish, I’ll get the CF and all that… but then what’s next? I’ll further my study, absolutely. And when I finish that as well, I’m gonna work. And that’s THAT. It would be totally different than what I’m currently experiencing and maybe those people are right. There would be moments that I’d feel glad that I have nothing to do at work. It’d be one of those days that I’d feel blessed (lol).
Hm… but you know what? During the past where I have considered these things, for example during my semester 1, dreading the workload that I will eventually get during my semester 5 and wondering if I can cope it, I would always tell myself this line; “What will happen just happen, and when it happen, I’ll just face it as best that I can”. It always soothes me and you could probably call it my motto. Lame and stupid, I know. But still comforting for me. And it has never yet failed me.

Well, there goes my rambling. No creative writing this time. I just feel the need to say something about my everyday lives here. Hm… Might continue it in the next pos, I guess. Hehe.. =D It’s curiously easing!

Well, that’s it, folks!
xD

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