Keeping mum.

It’s been a good five days since I remembered to blog.
I had a lot of things to update but I decided to forgo switching on the PC.

That’s because I’ve been spending too much time trying to sleep.

And when I do get to sleep, I get woken up by TINY noises.
Things like my brother dropping his keys.
My mother typing away at the desktop.
The Mr’s handphone beeping away. Not ringing. BEEPING.

It does not take a rocket scientist to figure out that I will be extra cranky/hungry/tired when I wake up in the evening.

But when I step into the office, I seem to go into turbo-charged mode, churning out reissue and schedule change reports by the minute.

I try to make myself productive by limiting the items on my desk to be only my stationery box, a clear file of memos and random pages from the manual, tally sheets, my MP3 player and a tumbler.
The tumbler gets filled with a different drink everyday, depending on what I feel like having from the vending machine, to which I will pour into the tumbler for the simple reason that I like seeing colours.

So today I had bandung (rose syrup with milk), which meant I had a pink tumbler.

My MP3 player is dying a slow death.
Now that I am currently hooked on that mystery show on Ria 89.7FM from midnight to two am, I find myself wishing that the radio function will actually work since I have not used it since I bought the Creative MP3 player in 2006.

To which it does, at random times.
I find that THREATENING to bang the player into pieces on the table usually FRIGHTENS it into working.
Really.

My diet has gone down the drain.

The office is constantly having treats for staff. Only last week, we had individual portions of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream, as well as donuts from the Donut Factory. And for supper, we have buffets for occasions.

Which run almost every week.

We had the Sin-Res (Singapore Reservations) Idol competition within the office.
There was also the Potluck supper. But nothing was brought from home. It was CATERED.
Yes, a CATERED potluck supper.
Then there was the team incentive because my team is currently the best amongst the teams when it comes to productivity and efficiency, so we had ice-cream (again) and we got half an hour off.

The Mr has been busy with his final year of part-time studies at Temasek Polytechnic.
Our time together has been spent tightly on dinner together, after which I run off to work after a quick peck on the cheek.

Did I mention the time I accidentally brought the cat in my carry-all bag?
Yes, I don’t quite remember how Titi got in there until I heard her mewing and moving about when I got to the lift lobby of the block.

So anyway, as I actually started out this entry with, I tend to get a little cranky in the evenings.

Which technically and literally translates into a not-so-nice me.

I’ve learnt to love and enjoy my work, which I feel zooms by during the shift.
It’s the journey to and from work, which takes an hour each way that wears me out little by little.
And the pain in my knees have been absolutely unbearable that I’ve taken to wearing flats, mary-janes and even Havaiana slippers to work just to ease the tension.
Only the other day I slipped at the staircase near the bus stop, that I let out a little scream and almost burst into tears. Sigh.

Let me see, what else do I have to complain about.

Oh yes, my beloved pair of Hush Puppies were STOLEN.
I switched on the cctv and saw a malay boy probably aged about 12 taking them off the shoe rack.
If I ever see him in this neighbourhood, he’s gonna wish he took the high heels instead.

The Hush Puppies pair cost me about $80 and are the ONLY shoes that I do not feel sore in even after walking around for eight hours straight.
Tried. Tested. Passed.

So yes, I will wring and twist the neck of a certain boy when I next see him.

On the other hand, I am very much looking forward to August.
And September, which marks the month of Ramadhan.

So perhaps, just PERHAPS, I will cut down on the unfriendly load of junk food that I am currently stuffing into my mouth at the moment.

I like how there’s that little sliver of hope.
It keeps Mankind from going into extinction.

P/S: The Mr got us a reservation for a dinner on the Singapore Flyer on the 23rd of August. How nice!

P/P/S: Now I just have to conquer my fear of heights. =/

Whetting appetites.

Just when I thought I’d lost my appetite some time back,

it has now returned… with a vengence.

Only the other day, Daljit, me and a few other colleagues trudged down to Little India for some ass-kickin’ spicy stuff, which left me gasping as I gulped down Mango Lassi (that’s diluted yoghurt.. or at least I think it is).

I apologize that there are no pictures, because I still haven’t gotten around to sending my laptop for servicing yet. I’m like that; I take care of my gadgets, but when they fail on me, or attain some sort of scratch or whatsoever, I lose all interest in maintaining them. Oh well.

Anyway, a few mornings ago after work, I asked the girls to accompany me for breakfast at the Geylang market, where we had satisfying Mee Siam and Mee Rebus. I haven’t had noodles like that in a very long time.

And today, I willingly walked all the way to the Teh Tarik Makan House just to get my dose of Roti Prata (grilled dough) with spicy fish curry for breakfast, after I unwillingly ran my errands and spent a good half an hour at the bank.

I’ve been keeping off the Red Bull for several days at work, preferring to drink Ice Mountain bottled water, now that they have managed to get the vending machine working again, and fully stocked up too.

The good news is, my weight’s still the same as ever. Or at least for now.

The bad news is,

……… I now have dark circles around my eyes from staying up too long just to have breakfast.

Arghhhhhhhh…!!!

Oh oh oh, and by the way, Paul van Dyk’s spinning at Zouk this Sunday!

I HAVE TO WORK, SUPER SAD CAN?!?!?!

*tears hair out*

I suppose there is no way of me going again at last minute notice just like I did last year.

Life is sooooooooooo unfair.

Sweet dreams.

Lately, I’ve been having lots of dreams.
Yesterday was my off day so I had a solid night’s rest up til noon today.

And today’s dream was really weird.

In my dream, I was working on something. Perhaps I was a scientist, I don’t know. With a whole group of friends. And in stormed a group of army officers, bringing away my friends, leaving me with the leader of the officers.

Somehow he decided to pull me into the army, and chucked me, of all places, into the Old Police Academy (how I miss that place) and instructed me to get on with the rest of the recruits there.

The other lady recruits there were nice to me and told me to prepare myself for grueling training.

When the army officer came back, I tried to hide behind my bunk bed but he pulled me out. He asked me nicely though for the combination to the door that led to the fourth floor of the building. My best friend Adlina was there. And my friend from school, Yushiella, was in the dream suddenly as well.

I couldn’t remember the combination even though the hint prompted that it was an old number of mine. I asked Yushiella if she had my old number and she checked her handphone, giving me the answer.

I woke up after that because the Mr called. And I still remember the number I keyed in. It’s a mobile phone number. Definitely not mine though.

Maybe I should go buy Toto. LOL.

Enter Sandman.

Since I woke up yesterday at 10am, I have been unable to sleep.

I tried to go back to sleep so that I wouldn’t be sleepy during night shift, but I got a grand total of 15 mins because the Mr came home at 4.15pm and woke me up.

It’s not his fault, he didn’t know.
But I still feel like strangling him all the same.

I went to work, wide-eyed as a chipmunk on caffeine.
Yes, that would probably be it.
I would have probably chewed off the edges off my desk if I wasn’t under the control of the almighty Creative mp3 player.

I gulped down a can of RedBull as a precautionary measure.

And boy, did I stay awake.

All the way til now.

And that makes 24 hours of no sleep.

If I don’t get any sleep soon, I might just chew off someone’s head tonight.

Patience my dear..

Today marks the third day the Mr is away.
He’s been on reservist since last week, but since Sunday night, he hasn’t been home due to some live exercise.

All I can say is, MINDEF, GIVE MY BOYFRIEND BACK TO ME!!!
*starts sobbing hysterically*

I suppose I have been rather dependent on him for company.
We make it a point to have dinner together everyday before work. Either I cook or we eat out.
We get groceries together.
I tag along to jam sessions and he tags along when I go shopping for shoes, makeup and do my hair.
He gives opinions on clothes I wear daily so that I have shoes to match, and I give opinions when he does his recordings.

So when he’s away, unable to even send me an SMS, I feel…. lost.
I can’t even sleep in peace, knowing he’s not safe at home or at work.
I don’t even have the appetite to eat, since I have no companion.
Friends don’t quite have the same effect, you know?

Anyway, he called me today.
And told me that he missed me very badly.

“Let’s get married by June, we’ll register in December.”

LOL. I don’t know how many times he has proposed to me this year. And each time, he sets a date nearer to us. And his reason? He wants to wake up to me everyday and be the last thing he sees before he sleeps.

Maybe he’s just afraid of sleeping alone. Hehe.

And before he hung up, he told me that he’d be back by Saturday evening. But that would be after I’ve left for work. He works on Sunday, which means that I’d probably only see him on Monday. I couldn’t help it that my voice cracked over the phone, telling him that I missed him dearly.

I’m such a wimp, I know.

And it took the Singapore Government to make me realize that.

He probably doesn’t know how much I miss him because right after he proposed to me, he told me about how he learnt to make coffee in a mess tin over some campfire and how they had catered bee hoon for breakfast. In the middle of some exercise in Seletar.

Men are so easily distracted.
And Singaporean soldiers are very pampered.

Sigh.

The wannabe assassin.

Apologies for not updating my blog with another mundane entry.

My laptop has since died on me, refusing to switch on either with a battery or directly plugged to an adaptor. So being me, I have decided to do it my way.

Which is to ignore it for now. The thought of lugging my laptop down to the Acer Service Center on the extreme west of the island @ International Business Park is not my idea of an off day.

So here I am, making do with the desktop that belongs to my youngest brother.

Anyway, I’ve been pretty busy. My studies have wrapped up, and I’m awaiting my cert. My training at work has also wrapped up, and I’m in the permanent night shift for now, doing reservations support. Work has been extremely fun for me, much to the disgust of my colleagues who cannot comprehend why I like working so much. I somehow always manage to look on the other side of things. I figure, why not enjoy what you do while waiting for the next payday, eh?

The Mr and me are still as good as ever. And I thank God for that. He’s been talking an awful lot about settling down and having kids. Hmmmm. I figure that if I can actually slot him in on my off day, then we’ll get married.

Things on the home front are okay, both families are doing fine and with the addition of little Puteri, we’re all having fun passing her around and tending to her.

I finally managed to watch Wanted yesterday. Angelina Jolie is so hot. I keep telling the Mr that she would be the only other person I’d dump him for. I loved the storyline, and the action, whoa. I’m so much into assassin flicks. If there was such a career option, I’d go for it.

Anyone need a part-time assassin? Maybe get rid of an ex-boyfriend or something? I’d be glad to try out and practice. I could do with the extra money. If all goes well, the Mr and me sure could use a break at the end of the year in Miami. God bless employee travel passes.

Today’s another night shift, and tomorrow as well. Followed by three days off. I foresee days in bed (oh, and I also managed to slot in a minor room makeover, with me throwing the bed out, so now I’m sleeping zen style, and cupboards shifted all the way around) with books and lazy days in the kitchen.

Or I could just make the Mr cook instead. There are just some days I’d settle for food that’s overdry, undercooked or even “Oh, I forgot the salt.”

Life is okay, for now.