Sunday, September 27, 2009

the entry about a mishap that shouldn't have been

drats! it seems like my momentum for work and gym couldn't have been more short-lived, only if it hadn't been impeded by some external force of drunken stupor and bad judgement. i arrived home a little past midnight, slightly inebriated after two pints of the better german erdinger.

by the usual routine, i would wheel around to the back of the house, rap on the window of my maid's room, and gently rouse her with my imploring pleas of "can you open the backdoor please?". incidentally, she wasn't in her room; she'd stayed the night over at my brother's.

key-less, i resorted to calling my folks' mobile phones a couple times. when it was to no avail, i dialed the home phone a number of times, in the hopes of them waking up by the deafening ring tones. when i was still lumbering outside after numerous tries, i attempted yelling their names in a hushed whisper, but after a while, i knew it wasn't going to work either.

road-weary and eager to collapse into my bed after a hard day's work, an implausible idea struck me. i reached for the ladder and positioned it under my room's toilet's window, which was on the second floor. i grabbed a wiry-looking receptacle i found in the store room, climbed to the top landing of the ladder, and attempted to hook the device over the window's handle. once having done that, i mustered all the strength i had in me, beer-goggled and all, and pulled myself upwards with the hook, in hopes of sidling along the window ledge and sliding through the window. that plan flopped, and the back of my head struck the wall, as i slipped and fell seven feet from the ground. fast forward a couple minutes later, i am in the hospital wing with a reported eight-cm laceration which required immediate attention.


sulking after realizing my jeans were stained with my blood


a drip was needed because i suffered huge loss of blood.
i was wondering why it wasn't blood transfusion instead?



still blood-soaked after changing the pillow for the third time.


here's pictures of the bloodied scene at ground zero when i got back home the following day, coupled with sixteen fresh stitches. ironically, in the franticness of trying to get inside the house the night before, i am home-bound for the next week.




Wednesday, September 23, 2009

the entry about work, work, you'd betta work

i've been in dormant blogging for way too long that it's practically a chore to whip up something juicy or interesting about my life. the prolonged hiatus in between the blog entries could only be whittled down to one sole reason, combined with my ongoing weekly church visits that has my soul incandescing with a myriad of ways for repentance. and of course, the daily gym routines that has me stretching out for the analgesic muscle rub every fifteen minutes whilst sprawled on my bed. it's hard! but at least i'm back on track. and the world suddenly seems a nicer place, life is sweet, and my disposition this day is chirpy.

i received a call from my new company: "desmond, you've been officially contracted. we're waiting for you to get your ass down here, thanks." and so it is to be, as it was written, that on the 16th sep 2009, i would henceforth uphold the title of a business development officer with prudential, singapore.

being the ever enthusiast, i arrived at the office half-hour early and bombarded the two secretaries with every possible permutations of questions i could conjure up with regards to work whilst they curtly thrust the necessary documents and miscellaneous paraphernalia into my hands. i guess i might have startled them a tad too much with my frenzied fervor that i swore them glance at each other for just an instant, but long enough for them each to flex a bitchy, sympathetic eyebrow.

so, here i am, despite being buried under tons of work and a newfound sense of ginormous pressure, keeping you guys posted with this cameo entry. i guess that's all. i'm done for now.

p.s. it's my one-hundredth entry!!! make some noise people.

Monday, September 14, 2009

the entry that i will be good from henceforth

bugger, you never know how it hurts till the needle pricks you real hard in the ass.

i was in bangkok earlier, and throwing caution to the wind, i had frivolously availed myself of my i-phone for the most trivial purposes: i surfed the net, then googled about almost anything that came across my mind, checked my e-mails, and even found time to tweet, on top of logging onto msn. in the process, i also made a couple calls back home and locally as well. considering my respite was truncated to a four-day, three-night stay, i had half-expected the auxiliary charges to be minimal. but it was like "holy, mother-f***ing hell of a dungbomb" when i received my phone bill for this month. and i had thought i was bleary-eyed for a moment, until i looked carefully and the damage read S$1,037.26!

i'm so stowing my phone away in the safe-box whenever i am overseas from now onwards.




Friday, September 11, 2009

then entry of spontaniety

shoudn't it be anal-vend?

Saturday, September 5, 2009

the entry of dream job torn asunder

i have been furiously involved in my new company's spiel of activities: attending courses and whatnots, coaching my eager-beaver agents, meeting with prospective clients, recruitment of potential new agents, and to top it all, adjusting myself to a work culture that is breathtakingly met with dubiousness, on my side.

the problem with a huge organization, like most others, is that red tape takes an indefinitely large amount of time for things to be done. i guess i had too high of an expectation when i came in; most of their processes were arcane, if not slow. in fact, i had to call them up to find out i was finally contracted to the agency of the company i have signed up with, instead of the other way around, because i had been waiting on the god-damned contract to be processed for two whole weeks.

whatever the agency promised initially didn't really go hand-in-hand with the contract they shelled out at me, and for most of the part, there wasn't any proper black-and-white to fortify the auxiliary clauses agreed. for example, i was initially informed that i was appointed the role of an associate manager, but then last-minute changes were done and i am now just the equivalent of a senior financial planner. imagine getting that rug of a carpet tugged right off under your feet!

nevertheless, i am still up-and-about and doing the best i can, in an environment cluttered with ill-dispensed misgivings. i haven't and won't throw in the towel that easily, and perhaps, it's just the initial adaptations to a new agency in a new company that are giving me these redundant heart palpitations and sweaty palms. i solemnly swear to do my best because i believe, at the end of it all, if i could surpass working against adversity, i could surpass anything. well, almost anything.

meanwhile, i'm back on track with the rituals of sunday church-goings and reciting the litany. hopefully, this time round, my life will be on the right track after a long hiatus.