During the course of the 4 days, and the previous days before the anticipated event, I did one thing to prepare for it, and even during the 4 days. I thought it'd be hell. But I was terribly mistaken. All I ever did during the course of the week, was duplicating DVDs. At the end of it all, I've burnt an undisclosable, embarassingly large amount of optical media. I am ashamed of the enormous number. It's more than enough to put me on the list of "Top 10 most wanted piracy syndicates" in Singapore. The process was tedious, meticulous, and downright boring. Repetitive in almost every manner, all it took was exchanging of burnt and ready-to-be-burnt DVDs, and the swapping of master copies. Talk about looping.

Unlike previous roadshows, the first two days, was unexpectedly slow. In fact, I'd say that we were overstaffed, than understaffed in relation to previous roadshows. But come the last two days, things became a little more hectic as we would love. However, my job remained the same. Endless duplication of shiny, inedible pancakes with a small orifice in the middle, just like a doughnut. I would love, to destroy that one little box that aided-correction, forced-me in/to the act of copying as quick as humanly possible with a machine that does 7 babies with 1 master. Many have cited that seeing 7 discs popping out at the same time was cool. To me, it was soooo last summer.

The subsequent events to come, would be unimaginable. And for the record, during the course of the 4 lousy days, I've decided to permanently leave the company, whether my Uncle and family, likes it or not. I seriously do not, I cannot stress how much I do NOT, like to have my life be predetermined by some half assed obligation to a job, that apparently does not allow the expanditure of my knowledge, and practice of my current knowledge and expertise. As the facts are as cold as rock, I am constricted to only selling laptops, forced to abstain from my favourite cameras for an extended period of time, and having my knowledge challenged but some old lady who doesn't even know what R.A.M stands for, and the existence of L2 cache and it's use. It has become increasingly frustrating not only to know that I can't enjoy what I do, but still be treated like a spare tyre along the way. Ultimately, it's either them, or me. My decision is clear, simple, and will not be repelled. It's to do away with them. I can't give a hoot about their business. I have no intentions of inheriting that business, because I simply lack the human tact, and interpersonal skills, as well as the mental dexterity and agility of what is required.

Departures is a wonderful movie. It has a nice arc of humour, followed by unspeakable(this is HIGHLY subjective) saddness. Enough to throw my colleagues into a temporary sobbing group throughout the film. And the follow up, the cab fare home. A ridiculously sky high price of $30 dollars. Goodness, who the hell sets this sorts of prices. But okay, it's been stated clearly, so I can't complain about it. Thank you Peili who passed me enough to cover the remaining fare, I only had half of what was enough. 

Lan session with Xiaowei, Shaun, and Chunmei, apparently didn't rock as much as I would prefer it to be. Huuuuge amounts of friendly fire, improper aiming, and unfathomable heights of blurness from two aforementioned names, scaled the game's already lack of interest to me, to a new level. It is, on the other hand, refreshing to return to the game, even for 3 hours. It was fun though. Albeit short lived. I loved the prata dinner surprisingly. Something I haven't done before, having in place of dinner of what I'd normally have for breakfast. I simply looooove eggs.

Speaking of eggs, I have a huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge craving for omelette and porridge together. I can live on omelettes and porridge, I love eggs enough to do that. But I hate century eggs. Bleahx.

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