A paper plane brought me back.

"Love you will find only where you may show yourself weak without provoking strength." ~Theodor Adorno

Have you been feeling down lately?
Is it because of work?
Being in a situation where you felt unappreciated? ....

Damn, those words in brown get on my nerves as they're like an advertisement jibe.
With the "high" times come the "low" times and that's life! Face it. Some people just don't give a thought in what you did backstage, but they care only what you had brought onstage. When the commodity proved pathetic (to them), along with the bombardment of shortcomings, do you feel hurt?

The amount of work towards the completion seemed to amount to naught as the confidence and beliefs in oneself just went POOF! So that piece of work wasn't worth anything in their eyes. In fact, it proved pathetic/pitiful/ridiculous to them.
But what did it prove to you?
It proved that they cared.

I might not make sense, but be it themselves or you they're caring for, they actually cared. So when they do stop pointing out your mistakes, they stop blabbering, that's when they stop caring for you. It took a while for me to understand that it's not always crucial for everyone to observe how hard I work at something. That's when the element of surprise kicks in! Give yourself a pat on the shoulder, a self-acknowledgement, when you know you had done well. I know you have.

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A soul came across the hollow in me, but I raised the bark instead.
Then, the soul was not seen again.

Working class hero-to-be.

Lesson's ended at 12pm and we headed to Foodcourt 2 (FC2) to have our lunch. While we listened to Jie Han sounding off his working pains, I recalled my past jobs woes. My first ever official job was a waiter at Cantina (The Food and Wine Stop) in Holland V, whereby Ms. Christina introduced to Wen Jin and I. The restaurant had a little poise to it with it's italian flavour. I liked table 69 best as it was al fresco under a tree with low-hanging branches; at a corner. The setting was perfetto for a date!
And there's still the main eatery, La Cantina in Venezia, at Changi Village Hotel.
I'd no complains as a waiter there, except probably a keen on the late, long, bus rides to Bukit Panjang LRT then home.

Follwing that, I was a promoter for The Chocolatier switching to and fro Takashimaya and OUB Centre. In Taka, I'd say it was fun! There was Godiva Chocolatier beside and the promoters were rummy (if there's no better word to describe them).
Haryana had dyed a hair of blonde and was already a mother despite her youthful looks.
Sam's a joker, se-hila-riously. Bear + Low rise jeans = Sam.
And not to forget Clarence who's an insomniac at night (for real). His eyelids were always droopy in morning shifts and always radiant (as if they were polished with Brasso) during afternoon shifts.
My lady boss, Avril, and her parents treated me well. I'm thankful to them and to Dyonna, Wee Kiong and Hong Sheng who were my regular partners. I owe my job to Joel Kho who was an experienced promoter there himself.
It was the best job I'd ever gotten, yet!

Then, there was the F1 Night Race where I was a porter carrying loads ....

Jie Han left for work at NUH quite reluctantly, but he's still funny in many ways.

Well ... I'm still pondering about my future occupation.

Being the man of the family.

The few rounds of tennis with Maurice last morning was draining. Those strokes used in tennis are just so different from badminton and I had much trouble adjusting my wrist, when (my wrist) should be kept straight. I'd rather be playing pool and applying those english on the cue ball. Maurice and I had planned to exercise every Saturday, and maybe try out different sports. We'd probably be going bowling next Saturday!

At present, with some relatives at my house, my grandparents had made preparations for Vesak Day. I recognized a missing presence as everyone got quiet. That presence was my father who's still at work in Malaysia. Every family gathering was always lively with my father around, no doubt. Albeit the most senior man of the household being my grandfather, mother told me that "(I) will be the man of the house when father's not around". With that being digested in my mind, my shoulders dropped slightly as if gravity did its trick. Or was it caused by the sudden incurrence of this responsibility that I felt weighing down on my shoulders.

Nevertheless, "(I) will always be a kid in my (parents') eyes". This was evident from the Mickey Mouse mp3 player which my mother gifted me. Don't get me wrong because I wasn't complaining. I was contemplating of the life-changing decisions I would face in the near future. I am going to be 19 very soon - too old for a kid, too young for an adult - definitely. And I've got a plan.

We're supposed to be(come) engineers.

In today's last lecture, on Aeronautical Engineering Science (AES), Mr. Liew narrated a story between a Boeing personnel and an SIA engineer and this was how it went ...

After carrying out maintenance and slight adjustments in the cockpit of a Boeing 777, the SIA engineer, with hands akimbo, stood adjacent to the pilot's seat admiring his work well done. Just then, a Boeing personnel came knocking about in the cockpit. With a slight tip of his nose, "Why do you think there are two seats in the cockpit of the 777?", the Boeing personnel asked the SIA engineer.

"One for the pilot and one for the co-pilot, of course", stated the engineer with a 'Well, duh!' in his head. He didn't pay much attention to the question as the answer's proverbial enough.

"Nope", snapped the Boeing personnel. "One seat is for the pilot and the other is for a dog."

Now, the engineer's thrown back. "Bu... But why a dog?"

In the Sir Stamford Raffles' stance, "The pilot is there to make sure everything in the cockpit works fine and the dog is there to prevent the pilot from touching the works".

I've no idea whether this story was fictional or not, but I know that the Boeing personnel is depicted to be proud, and arrogant, of the fully automatic flight the Boeing 777 can execute. So the pilot's just there to make sure the controls are in working conditions in flight and the dog - you know.

The lecture continued afterwards with Bernoulli's equation, error corrections and boundary layers. I got to understand the assumption and rejection of turbulent flow. In short, turbulence is both good and bad for flight.
I WILL SURVIVE THE 5 PAGES OF WORKINGS FOR THE SOLUTION (, somehow)!

Before the lesson ended, as usual, Mr. Liew showed us some videos on aviation. And then, someone exclaimed, "Plane crash, plane crash! Shiok ah!"

The reply the joker got was "Eh! You all are supposed to be engineers. Keep wanting to watch plane crashes .... What shiok!", from Mr. Liew. Then, we viewed two videos of crashing planes.

I can smell my Class 3C Qualified Driving Licence already.

Having just passed one Basic Theory Practice, I'm confident of doing the same for my Basic Theory Test (BTT)! I'm keeping this slight arrogance up for a confidence boost. I need that. Attaining the driving licence is just my first step to achieving the dream of owning a motorbike, which my parents disallow. But no frets 'cause I'm going to find a way around, and it will be an honest way.

I registered for the school because of the more significant pasing rate as compared to going private, and I want to get a bike asap. That's the primary desire for my driving licence.
Besides getting a motorbike, another motoring desire is a BMW. I like the 'nostrils' of them cars.

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