The failed school

The very first element of this school says "Integrity". I do not see a high level demonstrated.

In a nutshell. They asked us to pay a visit to their school, and in our face, tell us that because of their poor sales of tickets, they will have to cut a substantial job from our contract. A CONTRACT, mind you! Dear Madam Vice Principal, do you know what you are doing? This is known as a breach of contractual terms, and an big chunk, if you will.

A person/institution with INTEGRITY will visit the injured party to apologise and ask for forgiveness and understanding. An unruly gangster will demand the injured party to go to their place and tell them their service is no longer needed.

Which one are you, you judge for yourself.

Low Class

I would like to reprimand myself for my behaviour today. Though the other party is low class, I must not behave likewise.

X = The Customer [AKA the Accusor] 

Z = Myself

X Claims: 

1. Z's company has the worst service support of all the tent company X has dealt with. 

2. X claims that Z provided wrong pricing for one day when the event is two days. 

3. X claims that Z delivered a tent that cannot fit in 800 pax. 

4. X claims that Z's generator did not have a timer that automatically shuts down the power.

Z's Rebuttals: 

a. X is entitled to his opinions on point 1. 

b. Z in fact quoted price for two day use of logistics and demand that X retract what he claimed in point 2. X took back his statement and apologised.

c. Z mentioned that X provided the tent size of 144' x 20' to hold 800 pax. Z asked X's staff on the intended use of the tent and was told that it was for participants to seek shelter in event of heavy rain. Z subsequently stated to X's staff in an email that based on standing space of 1.5ft x 2ft per pax, the tent will be able to squeeze in 800 pax, provided everyone stands in order. Z put it to X that if Z could gather 800 pax within the tent, X would have to pay for the cost incurred. X approached Z up close and mentioned that even if 800 pax were to stand as close, the tent would not be able to house 800 pax and challenge that Z get 800 pax to do that in the coming Monday. Z put it to X once more that X would have to pay for all cost incurred if Z would be able to gather 800 pax in the tent in question, to which X replied with a request for Z [sic] to get lost before X turns violent. Z dared X to get violent there and then. 

d. Z mentioned that though the generator is not fitted with a timer to shut down automatically, they is ultimately no disruption in power supply. If there is, X's company is welcomed to take an issue with Z for compensation, whatsoever. Z mentioned there is nothing X could argue with regards to this. X threatened once more for Z to [sic] get lost before he throw Z's logistics at Z. To which Z responded by asking saying to X [sic] I dare you to do it.

The next time someone threatens to 'turn violent' on me, I should not dare him. Instead, I should ask him in a clear manner, "Are you threatening me?" And if he affirms, I would ask if he would repeat it in front of a witness. If he obliges, I would then call the police. If not, I would call him a loser.

You know

You know, it's not fair, your life belongs to more than just yourself.

Recently, I find myself in a quick sand of sorrow, unable to pull myself out as walls seems to build higher and higher, forming a seemingly permanent barrier between me and the mundane world.

Though I get told that this is temporary, or this is life, or... ... I know for myself, for me, this is just a slam dunk.

Junior

In a last minute decision to go for a short jog at Singapore Polytechnic, I had an interesting encounter. I had changed into my PT kit, and sat at a corner of the car park to put on my running shoes. A duo of SP boys approached me and sheepishly asked me whether the pick up truck belongs to me. I believe they knew it belonged to me, they were just trying to find something to start what they were about to ask. "Yes," I carried on with my shoes laces. They went on to ask whether I can help them transport some planks to the dumping area. By this time, I was about done with my laces, and I gave them the positive (How could I say no?). I could feel their sense of happiness and hope. We worked together to dump what could have been 6 big chunks of heavy planks lined with iron nails ferociously jutting out. Industriously, we completed the job in a jiffy. They jokingly ask whether I could g ive them a ride back to the pool. Well, how could I reject them? They burst into joy and hopped up my pick up truck. I dropped them safely back where we began and they thanked me profusely. And I gave them the thumbs up. I am ready for my jog.

Butterfly

I vaguely remembered the chaos theory from my Sociology class in my university days. Just today, I learnt of how a few words that has not gone through tactful and thoughtful thoughts could create huge ramification in the feelings of another person. These seemingly 'loose' words which affects the mood of another person may have even larger impact like, in wild imagination, loss of concentration when crossing the road, which in turn cause a serial car accident, in which the drivers could be sole breadwinners of the family, or that the accident might see fuel leaks from the vehicle, which in turn flows into our water system,... ... ... the effects get larger and more serious. Well, things are not that chaotic, but the idea is there and I am feeling some chaos in me.

Food

Recently, I broke into a couple of spells of illness. I was touched that I had people asking about me. Auntie called to ask about me, sherlyn bought me the useful but torturous aloe gel, her grandma boiled me the flower concoction. I was really glad. At the same period, I had tasted some of the best foods. Xiaogu's treat at Asia grand restaurant. Auntie's treat at gim tim. Duck rice at yishun. Raw noodles at amk. I faced all of them with an evil ulcer beneath my lip. Fill with wins.

I am suppose to touch, but got touched instead

Not long after I returned. Auntie Soo Leng went on a trip to Hadyai. A terrible accident happened to her. She had a bad fall and fractured both tibias. On advice of my boss, she decided to return early to seek treatment rather than to stay in the hotel the whole time. And thank goodness she did. She was rushed to CGH upon touch down. Something mentionable: When Auntie asked whether someone could help her down the plane, Tiger Airways mentioned that it could be arranged for a fee of $250. The elevator would be arranged and staff will help her down. Speaking of 趁火打劫. Eventually, the elevator was not arranged because Tiger was not able to get it to the alighting apron in time and the plane is scheduled to take off again soon. I had expected some sort of samaritan behaviour from the staff really. Everyone thought initially it was just a very bad sprain. It turned out that both her legs were fractured, with the left being more serious. Due to some bad service from CGH, Auntie was transferred to Mt Elizabeth Hospital, where she had operation on one leg, instead of two suggested by the doctor at CGH. One evening when I visited Auntie CGH. No one was around the bed as everyone had their things to do. I was quite shocked by her sudden request for my hand, physically. I thought she wanted to see my palm lines. She held onto my hands and thank me for whatever help I had rendered and how I help her daughter by sending her to and from workplace, etc. I was quite touched by the gesture. It made me feel useful suddenly.