Doing my internship at a consultancy firm now. The ups and downs. As opposed to a contractor firm, I don't have to be in the work site much. But then as a consultant engineer, I have to use a lot of brains.
Trust me, a simple issue like how to divert a drain from point A to point B can give so many people so much headache. And oh the headache. The intensity of it.
Such a small drain is giving me so much headache, and now my boss wants me to help in designing the temporary canal diversion.
Wanted to take a picture of my work desk. But I was too busy to do so. Shall do it next Thursday. Then people will know how busy I truly am.
Thank goodness my boss is so nice as to let me not work this coming Saturday. And next Saturday too. And next Wednesday too.
Company's annual dinner is next Tuesday though. Hope there aren't too much drinking involved. Hate to make a fool out of myself by getting drunk.
While walking over to the work site, Joel and I passed by a newspaper stand. We saw The New Paper. Guess who did we see on the frontpage. Ris Fucking Low. What the hell?
Our first reaction was: "Goodness, what is she up to again?"
Whoever was in charge of organising beauty pageants in Singapore has been sacked, and a new firm was chosen. Well, finally I guess. Past few years there wasn't a single decent Miss Singapore.
The owner of Miss World pageant even said that it should not be just about women parading around in swim suits and pretty faces.
Oh please. She's an idiot. She herself falls into that category. Not the beauty part of course, definitely the "No Brains" department.
How many of those successful and smart women are going to parade around in front of the whole world in bikini? Paris Hilton isn't successful, her daddy is. Note the difference please.
So what's really left are those half-a-brain gals who think they're smart and ends up behaving like a bimbo.
It's a self-fulfilling prophecy.
*chuckles*
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