Shakes head..

Today,

that means since I stepped into the office,

which wasn’t EARLY anyway; I stepped in at 11.30am ,

I’ve been listening to Techno..

Trance..

House..

I’m in a rather cheery mood today.

No, it’s not because the Mr has gotten his salary and promised to get me a new set of M.A.C makeup.

Really, that’s not it.

HEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Anyway,
we shall be having dinner together today.

How nice.

After so long, of him running off to work, and me alternating between the office and the airport,
(but we’re not complaining; the impending wedding is gonna dig into our wallets deep)
we finally get to have time for dinner today!

It’s his off day so we can kick back and laze around while watching TV.

AFTER we get my makeup.

See you honey!

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Whiners..

I swear to God,
if I hear one more person SMS/MSN/Sticky Note/talk to me about how lonely they feel since so and so is gone, out of their life, died etc,

I am so gonna bitchslap them into oblivion and back.

ARGH.

Were you born with a conjoined twin?
Were you?
Were you living with your other half 24/7, whining about everything and anything under the sun?

If YES, then that’s prolly why they decided to scoot off, leaving you to whine by yourself.

I don’t understand people nowadays,
when they’re alone, they wanna be attached, married and what-nots.

Then when they get what they want, they rant about freedom, queen control and everything foul of commitment and seek divorces, break-ups, all that crap.

Will you fucks please make up your mind and not make the lives of others a complete misery with your incessant gloom?

You’re so toxic you make me sick.

Wake up, smell the goddamn trash and be an adult.

You didn’t die being alone, and you won’t.

SO CUT OUT THE FUCKING DRAMA!

 

……….

 

Okay I’m done.
*skips off*

Runaways.

No, no. I didn’t run away from home again.

I last did that when I was 18 and I don’t have the intention to do it again either.
Things are perfect the way they are.
I’m just gonna blog about the places I went to, sans the Mr, who has been doing overtime.
I miss him loads.

Had another weekly meet-up at Al-Majlis with the girls after having drinks with them at Kampong Glam Cafe. I love these non-alcoholic evenings.

Arjuna Satria and Solid Zul came afterward to join me, NiS, GABBY and Kiken to have their dinner.
I can understand why they like coming over. Even I don’t get sick of the Ba’mia (lamb stew served with bread), ever.

Solid Zul, GABBY and Arjuna Satria had the Feta Cheese Omelette, with Mint tea.
A fantastic combination.

Kiken and Nis had the Chicken Steak..

My favourite dish on the menu, Ba’mia..

I really enjoy evenings with this bunch of friends. We sit down and talk about our oh-so-different jobs and we laugh over incidents we share with the rest..
Then we share our woes or current thoughts and get opinion..
Of course, nothing TOO personal, there’s gotta be some limits!

Then I spent time with the beloved Mr (who finally has an off day!) over the weekend.

We spent it at Sentosa, where he grew up.
He showed me around the wax museum in Images of Singapore. The last time I really went about in Sentosa was when I was probably 12. I did go to the beach about two years back with Adlina and Azzura, but my horrifying experience on the SkyRide blocked everything out.

So anyway,
here’s some pictures from inside the wax museum (of sorts).

 

No, no, this is me while I’m still OUTSIDE the museum.
I really like this place because it shows the timeline of Singapore’s rise, from the time it was discovered as a fishing village back in 1819 by Sir Stamford Raffles, then developed into a bustling port by Sir William Farquhar, the hard work and commitment of the early settlers and merchants before the independence of Singapore and what it is today..

 

Back then, $10 must have been a bloody lot. Hmmm..

Wax figurines depicting a traditional Malay wedding, awaiting the groom..

Anyway, I nearly died of a heart attack when I realized that some of the wax figures could move.

Especially during this picture here.
The Mr found it hilarious I started screaming when this two figurines in this picture suddenly moved and turned towards me.

 

Darn it.
And there were actually some real actors amidst the figurines.

Can you blame me?
Some of the figurines are really life-like!

And some of them even move their eyes.
Fucking creepy ok! (Pardon my French.)

Maybe the Mr wants me to get another stroke and die.
Do you?! Do you?!

The wax museum really reminds me of this old movie House of Wax.
No, not the Paris Hilton remake. That’s crap.

Anyway, thank you for your time, honey.
I love you. Really.

THAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT much.

The Surprise Birthday Dinner..

Sort of a belated birthday post.
Some of us peeps from AM decided to meet up to celebrate “baby sister” Gabby’s 19th birthday (without her knowledge) at Sakura Buffet. *looks at NanyBaybe*

I would like to announce at this point,
that this is the second time in my whole life that I’ve gone for a buffet.

I am just so not cut out for buffet dinners.

The birthday girl with the bouquet me and Nis got for her.

The company was much loved.
As usual, lots of laughter and talk show banter going around the table.

Clockwise (by nicknames): GABBY, NiS, yours truly, Slim Jim, AxRomario, miss red & Aura.
Missing: Solid Zul (cameraman)

I duly tagged behind GABBY and NiS each time they hit the buffet trays. I felt almost lost amidst all that food.

Most of the trays seem to be filled to the brim with uncooked food or sushi.
Ugh.

The guys seemed to enjoy themselves so much,
they decided to form the Unagi Boyz right there and then.

If you’re interested in being a manager of a gothic comedy boyband, please write in.

My two favourite girl buddies from online. Kiken’s missing.

After dinner, we took a short walk to Ngee Ann City/Takashimaya to look at the ongoing Subaru Impreza challenge. Madness.

 

I honestly don’t remember having this picture taken.

But I do remember being forced to turn around and pose for a picture at a traffic junction though.

I’ll blog about the other outings when I have the photos.

Sejak duamenjak melantak pakai PC keje yang laju ni, enjoy benar akak dalam opis ni haaaaaaa..

Thursday morning in the office.. Random.

I stepped in at 9.30am. That’s early, by my standards. Hehehe.

A DPEX delivery guy dropped by and asked for my parcel to New York.
Ngeh? Apa New York?

I only faxed them an account activation form yesterday afternoon and suddenly I have a pickup order from Singapore to New York? Farnie or what?

I SHALL NOT WRECK THE MORNING OF SOME HELPLESS CUSTOMER SERVICE OFFICER AT DPEX.
*deep breath*

I am only having a custard puff for lunch later. I am freezing like I just moved to the South Pole a few minutes ago.
Why it hasn’t occured to me to bring my fleece sweater to the office yet, beats me.
I have no idea why I’m always skipping out of the house, to work.
What’s so interesting at work eh?

Time has been spent going through seasons of Frasier, Seinfeld and the Simpsons online. YouTube has also been a good friend.
All while waiting for several embassies to get back to me with some directories. Sheesh.

My MP3 player died this morning.
I’ll bury it later.

Came across this site.
MicroDermal Anchors <- thanks to GABBY.
It reminds me of pop rivets, during Design & Technology lessons in secondary school. Ugh.

I’m currently listening to Michael Jackson.
Despite the pecah face and all, I gotta admit he makes good music.
Give Into Me and Who Is It is currently on my office playlist. I love Slash’s solo in it too.

More dresses needed?
Maybe later after work.

Sleep right now sounds so good.

As of now..

I am freaking sleepy in the office.

I dropped by the florist in the morning to get a fresh bouquet for my office and I remembered the bouquet me and Sobban got on Sunday afternoon for Kethrine’s funeral. A white bouquet of daisies, lilies, roses and baby’s breath. Hmmm…

My office is still pretty bare. I’ve only got my desktop, my 4-in-1 machine, some files and organisers stashed in a corner, and that’s pretty much it. I thought of beautifying the place up a bit but as it is, I’m rather comfortable with the current state it’s in now.

This office of mine right now (I’m working alone) is on a 6-month lease so I suppose that after that we might NOT be continuing to work from the current location. I do like the current location in the middle of the Central Business District very much, however getting lunch is a bitch!!

Okay, I can just feel the itch of starting my complaint coming on right now. LOL.

I tried getting lunch at the Banquet located at Clifford Centre last week. SUPER BAD IDEA.

The place was damn packed; I couldn’t even see the stalls there! It’s like,

people people people people people people people people people people people people people people  people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people people

EVERYWHERE!

Ugh.

So now I’m on a daily diet of egg/tuna/cheese (separately, of course) sandwiches in the morning and wait til I get home or meet the Mr for dinner.

I have yet to see the effects of this so-called diet. Hehehe.

Oh well, gotta run now. It’s time for dinner already.
And after reading Eddy’s blog, I am so craving a chocolate cheesecake right now.
That guy sure knows where to hunt for food!

Eddy, if you know someone like yourself, please recommend him/her as a friend to me.

Heartbreak..

For the first time, yesterday,
I had to ponder on what flowers would make a suitable bouquet, for a funeral.

For the first time, yesterday,
I saw my guy friend weep, for someone, who was part of a group that never failed to laugh and cheer the class up while we were together, less than 3 months ago.

For the first time, yesterday,
I watched, what used to be my friend, lie as a mangled mess in a coffin, all wrapped up; a misshapened body, a visibly mashed head.

I wish you could have seen the number of people who flooded your facebook page, dear Kethrine. We loved you, but you never saw that, and you felt that it was time for you to go. But why did you have to go to God this way? Why did you have to bear the pain alone, and now, let everyone of us feel the same heavy heart?

It’s not our time yet, dear Keth. You were supposed to graduate in the next batch. We did it first, and then it was yours to behold. But you chose an early exit and a painful one at that.

30 storeys indeed. We’ll never know what caused you to snap in that few hours after he cut you out from his life. We thought you’d have more sense than that. None of us can believe that you, of all people, would do this.

I’m still having nightmares about you. Please rest in peace. And I’m sorry that we were not good enough for you to trust that we would be there for you, ever.

Halloween and stupid nurses..

I’m starting to really have this thing for hospitals. Stupid people doing smart jobs seem to be everywhere in hospitals.

I was at National University Hospital this morning with the Mr, visiting a friend of ours who got hurt while on duty. When we got news of his mishap via SMS (it merely said he was in hospital after an accident), we were thinking that he probably had a vehicle run over his foot or something as he’s stationed at the Woodlands Checkpoint.

But when we got there, what we saw was our dear friend, with a badly bruised face (black eye, broken right cheekbone) and badly bruised fingers, and what we heard, he hurt his feet as well. I wasn’t there for the whole conversation but what the Mr told me was that either a motorcycle or a car with an illegal immigrant ran him down when our friend flagged him for checks. Poor fella. We always thought he’d be hospitalised due to his high blood pressure or something like that since he has a history of those illnesses (he’s 39 but looks late 40s). His wife was there and so me and the Mr’s team of colleagues were there as well (the patient used to be their Team Leader at the airport) when the nurses (whom I bet hands down were from China) came to hand out trays of food. I don’t know if it’s normal to give a person with a broken cheekbone, rice to eat when there’s clearly porridge as an option.

From what we heard, when he declined and asked for a drink instead, the nurse nodded and went away.
Half an hour later, another nurse came by and asked if he wanted a sponge bath so they told him that he asked for a drink with another nurse but it never came. She nodded with a look that clearly showed she’s pretending to listen/understand and then she went away. By then, they were getting pretty annoyed.

An hour later, they decided to go get something from the 7eleven at the basement since none of them had any bottled drinks with them, when the nurse came back to the ward and asked if he wanted anything else.
A friend of ours promptly snapped at her and asked if there was anyone else in the hospital who was interested in anything else other than giving patients sponge baths when it was obvious his wife was there to help him with that.

Good God, why are we Singaporeans hiring cheap labour from China who happen to not understand a damn word of English?
At Singapore General Hospital, I was lucky enough to have Filipino nurses (who I think are a lot more educated), and the only stupid Chinese (and from this I mean she hails from China) nurse who crossed my path was the one who kept calling my name out as Saila and also looked extremely lost when I asked for more water to take my medication with until I had to play a mini game of charades to show the act of drinking.

Do you need to press hard on a cheekbone which is almost black in colour and which has been previously diagnosed as broken, such that he’s already been scheduled for surgery on Thursday?
Apparently, the doctor “had to do it to check if there was still pain”. The friend, a grown man, groaned so loud in his drowsy stupor. I felt it was something that could have been checked via the previous x-ray reports without having to prod something which is clearly broken.

And when the 6 of us decided to leave, leaving his wife to accompany our sleeping friend, we went to the food court to eat. Not only is it expensive by normal rates (plain rice with stir fried vegetables and fish, $4.90), the vegetables were already on the brink of being spoilt. It smelt bad, it was starting to look gooey. I pushed my plate away and looked at the Mr who sighed and asked his friends how their food tasted. It was the same. So we gave up and drank our Cokes only. Too tired to argue after work, I guess. Hospitals in Singapore charge exorbitant rates yet the service is getting more and more atrocious, I feel.

That aside, it was Halloween last night and though as an Asian country, we don’t celebrate it, I’m sure many clubs and pubs had a Halloween theme.
I didn’t go for any Halloween parties this year. The Mr and me stayed home watching the Simpsons Halloween Special and The General’s Daughter on HBO. We were looking forward to Hostel but somehow it was replaced with Kidnapped (which I think is very sucky).

All in all, I think we had a normal Halloween. Hah.

Okay, I’m done complaining for the day.

P/S: Congratulations to Lydiana and Rashid who are having their wedding today. I hope you guys start making babies real soon.