a huge grammatical error that's so attended to and ignored, all at the same time.
it started yesterday, the day after our Resiliency Training, where much sex was talked ["watching porn together is good for you"], and i was taught that nothing is my fault. whilst i was briefing the cameramen and registering their cameras, cell phone numbers and routes, it came to light that one of the groups didn't have a camera. i was going to explode, but i went to see if the AV could lend us one of theirs. i called Miss Ernie, but she needed help, so i ran over and asked later.
turns out the School Hall's Epson projector's control panel was jammed from over-manupilation [or at least i think so. i didn't take the time to diagnose] i had to use the remote control and switch the input mode from the stage. which gave me an excellent oppurtunity to break in/show off my new Ericsson HBH-10 Bluetooth Headset. all while Mr Maran instructed the students on silent behaviour, mere seconds before the Guest Of Honour was due to arrive. A very hairy situation. exactly the kind i handle well.
Mrs DeSouza complimented me when i ran into her later, while i was walking about, saying that i was about the only one who knew what they were doing. while one might not be able to dispute that, i do not expect Miss Ernie to be familiar with the new equipment, what with the teaching, planing, and other things she has on her mind. however, AnnaTechBitch's mind seems to be completely devoid of anythng substantial. what they paying her for? is this how tax money is spent by the government & The MOE? i couldn't borrow a camera from the AV Department because she hadn't unpacked anything yet, but she isn't familiar with the new equipment, either! what has she been doing for the past month?
clearly, AnnaTechBitch wasn't doing her job again. but, then again, what do/can you expect from a transferred office clerk? i expect they were desperate for someone to fill Mrs Tan's position, so they plucked out the first person they saw in the general office. [there was a nice opening for a racist shot right there in that last sentence, but i will not take that shot, because her incompetence is more than enough to poke about, without having to resort to racist remarks]
AnnaTechBitch has wanted to quit since Speech Day 2001. and December 2001. and Speech Day 2002. and December 2002. and pre-move-Marine-Parade-is-too-far-for-me March, April, May & June 2003. yet she is still here, bungling up the AV Department, long after having me "let go" from the department.
Case In Point: she was asked to get a replacement cable for the rostrum condenser microphone [also at the VC Launch] the standard is a female floor port and a male microphone port. so, those still following me would be able to tell that we needed a male-female cable [those of you who think that i'm talking about transsexuals or sex, Jonathan Dax's blog is the one for you. go away] AnnaTechBitch provided a male-male cable. Miss Ernie was mad. but not in front of AnnaTechBitch, with is what puzzled me. why be so [fake] nice to her, instead of telling her to warn of her next
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"My class' challenge was to give out greeting cards and copies of the school magazine to 127 establishments in the East Coast area, so in this way we're not just doing something that only involves the school, but the community itself, by saying 'hello' to the neighbors in our community"
i gave that speech all night long at the gala event [VS Cremonial Move Guest Of Honor: President S R Nathan Saturday 28th June 2003 05:45pm] The President was warm and easy-going, interested in our challenge, and shook my hand twice. i didn't expect it because i was told not to attempt physical contact, but he offered his hand, and i shook it before anyone could think/see that i was contemplating it. he didn't stick to some standardized hello-what-did-you-do-that's-nice-thank-you-goodbye. he asked me why we didn't stop my his house. i wanted to say that it was because this anti-PAP friend of mine planned the stops, but instead i told him that we were right opposite, at the Eurasian Communty House.
he started to go after thanking me, but almost imperceptively turned back and shook my hand again. Miss Toh and Mr Hazrin later asked me if it was cold or wet. it was neither. it wasn't like i was meeting Enzo Ferrari or Shirley Manson, but how many people got to shake the hand of their own President? twice? i just wish someone took my photo.
after tending to more guests, and as the night slowed down, Benjamin, James, Jerome, Dax, Matt, Pat, and etcetera came over to disturb my booth. Benjamin tried to play the SARS-vivor rap over the speakers, from his Apple iPod. he succeeded on the third try, while i was in the toliet. i grabbed the power outlet and unplugged the speakers. how he got the SARS-vivor rap onto his iPod, i do not want to know.
final word on the Ericsson HBH-10: some said it was ridiculous, Matt said it made me look like a geek, [probably relative to him, one who cannot set up a scanner to save his life] quite a number said it was cool, Edgar Chia's group on the seventh floor thought i was rich, and one of my AV juniors said i would look like a bloody airplane at night.
so there isn't a final word. hmm. i miss the past two days already.
"In a modern culture
My friend you must be careful
They've a million
Ways to kill you
In this dangerous world
There's an art to growing old
Taking chances
Magic happens
One mistake's all it takes
And your life has come undone
Walk away 'cause you're breaking up the girl
It's a drag
I know it's hard
But you're tearing her apart
Walk away 'cause you're breaking up the girl"
- "Breaking Up The Girl", Garbage
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