Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Jump at the Slightest
Today is 16th Aug and I've decided that rather than cramping/bottling up my pent up feelings, desires, frustrations and not being able to focus properly on work, on hobby, on son and on myself. I think it is time to unscrew the bottle cap and let all flow out.
As we speak, nah...as I typed...I am going insane every minute. They always said the truth is always the best. A little lie is good than the truth. Therefore, who is right then? To tell or not to tell. ..sigh...long sigh.
I stopped playing pacman years ago as the thought or the idea on being chase by the colourful smiley eating blob scares the wit out if me. I would say...faster, faster, no, no that side...and cursed the keyboard for not going any faster or slows down when you pc slows down. Damn the colourful blobs, feels as though they are triggering a heart attack for me.
I enjoy the chased and enjoy getting back at them by eating them. Now it only last for 30secs. Anymore than that,...I would definitely get a heart attack. I am waiting for the long dreaded call from so many people. You cannot run away from the reality and you cannot turn back the hands of time.
Given a choice, I turn it back to the time when I was nine years old. I probably would not be so timid in class. I be more out-spoken. I will be much more confidence of myself. I will be wiser. I will learn how to drive a pickup when I was nine years old. In addition, drives a car when I am still in secondary school. I read more books. I will discover fantasy book at an early stage. I will teach myself two foreign languages - French and Japanese. Very practical and useful. Forget the fact that I would be working in a Korean company years later. For, if I can turn back the time....no way in Hell I will be working in a Korean company.
And I study Science; I have always wanted to be working in Lab...after the flop in all Science studies...I settled for Buildings. Nah...no regret on me studying Buildings...maybe becomes a Civil Engineer or Quantity Surveyor. Very practical job and always an opening for one anyway. Do not have to hope that there would be an ad in the newspaper looking for draftspersons. Job has gone so bad...that they requested for full deluxe package for a bag of peanuts. I am seriously in wrong trade here.
I can see the bubbles escaping and my head is getting lighter and lighter. Tomorrow is another day that I dread. I have stopped smiling. I have stop thinking for tomorrow. Oh, the four monsters are coming on Friday and I have to celebrate Adam's 3rd birthday...1 month in advance. Coz his cousins are sitting for exams in September. Better now than never. I thought the saying should go...better late than never. So planning a nice party for five wild kids. We asked Adam if he would like to celebrate his birthday. He said just place on the table and he blows out the candle. The little monster is so innocent. My heart wrenched each time I look into his future in Singapore. He is starting school next year and I have yet to register for it. Money has been so tight. Too tight to the point it drives me crazy every minute.
Today is Wednesday. How do you stay positive each day? How do you smile each day and push back all your troubles and worries to the side. How do you walked with a spring in your feet each morning when you practically hate coming to work each morning. Work has become a chore to me. Out of seven, we are left with four persons in the office now. Morale feels low.
As we speak, nah...as I typed...I am going insane every minute. They always said the truth is always the best. A little lie is good than the truth. Therefore, who is right then? To tell or not to tell. ..sigh...long sigh.
I stopped playing pacman years ago as the thought or the idea on being chase by the colourful smiley eating blob scares the wit out if me. I would say...faster, faster, no, no that side...and cursed the keyboard for not going any faster or slows down when you pc slows down. Damn the colourful blobs, feels as though they are triggering a heart attack for me.
I enjoy the chased and enjoy getting back at them by eating them. Now it only last for 30secs. Anymore than that,...I would definitely get a heart attack. I am waiting for the long dreaded call from so many people. You cannot run away from the reality and you cannot turn back the hands of time.
Given a choice, I turn it back to the time when I was nine years old. I probably would not be so timid in class. I be more out-spoken. I will be much more confidence of myself. I will be wiser. I will learn how to drive a pickup when I was nine years old. In addition, drives a car when I am still in secondary school. I read more books. I will discover fantasy book at an early stage. I will teach myself two foreign languages - French and Japanese. Very practical and useful. Forget the fact that I would be working in a Korean company years later. For, if I can turn back the time....no way in Hell I will be working in a Korean company.
And I study Science; I have always wanted to be working in Lab...after the flop in all Science studies...I settled for Buildings. Nah...no regret on me studying Buildings...maybe becomes a Civil Engineer or Quantity Surveyor. Very practical job and always an opening for one anyway. Do not have to hope that there would be an ad in the newspaper looking for draftspersons. Job has gone so bad...that they requested for full deluxe package for a bag of peanuts. I am seriously in wrong trade here.
I can see the bubbles escaping and my head is getting lighter and lighter. Tomorrow is another day that I dread. I have stopped smiling. I have stop thinking for tomorrow. Oh, the four monsters are coming on Friday and I have to celebrate Adam's 3rd birthday...1 month in advance. Coz his cousins are sitting for exams in September. Better now than never. I thought the saying should go...better late than never. So planning a nice party for five wild kids. We asked Adam if he would like to celebrate his birthday. He said just place on the table and he blows out the candle. The little monster is so innocent. My heart wrenched each time I look into his future in Singapore. He is starting school next year and I have yet to register for it. Money has been so tight. Too tight to the point it drives me crazy every minute.
Today is Wednesday. How do you stay positive each day? How do you smile each day and push back all your troubles and worries to the side. How do you walked with a spring in your feet each morning when you practically hate coming to work each morning. Work has become a chore to me. Out of seven, we are left with four persons in the office now. Morale feels low.
Friday, August 11, 2006
APP-MAZ-01
It was few days before my 30th birthday. People had said the number 13 is a bad luck. Those who are superstitious should avoid black cat, Friday the 13. Previously the Singapore MRT line does not have the number 13 on their northbound train line. Very odd I must say.
Besides, you cannot just skip to 14 after 12. Moreover, without 13 you cannot have 8 + 5 =. I wonder who planted the idea of it being bad and who the first one to follow it blindly is.
It has been two long years of waiting, looking to catch that glimpse, that familiar face, that familiar smell. 2 years of wondering, searching, what if that keeps popping into my mind. What if I had done this, what if I say, what if I was refused, what if MA was not acknowledged, what if this and what if that. 2 years of silently praying, wishing for a miracle to happen. Few days before my birthday, the long awaited prayers and for a miracle to happen...it came true.
I was shaking like a leaf. It is like seeing a past. It is like seeing a ghost. Words can described what I had felt then and even words failed me now. Wonder if this is what other person must have felt when the one that they wanted to see all their waits came true. First time in my life I stammer, first time in my life I fumbled with words, first time in my life...my mind was totally blank. All I wanted to do was to pinch myself and feel that it is not a dream. I am not dreaming. It is real. My heart was pounding...I literally could hear the loud pounds in my cheat. Feel as though my lung was going to burst.
Finally, I could smile again. All those months = 2yrs of waiting have bore the fruits.
Besides, you cannot just skip to 14 after 12. Moreover, without 13 you cannot have 8 + 5 =. I wonder who planted the idea of it being bad and who the first one to follow it blindly is.
It has been two long years of waiting, looking to catch that glimpse, that familiar face, that familiar smell. 2 years of wondering, searching, what if that keeps popping into my mind. What if I had done this, what if I say, what if I was refused, what if MA was not acknowledged, what if this and what if that. 2 years of silently praying, wishing for a miracle to happen. Few days before my birthday, the long awaited prayers and for a miracle to happen...it came true.
I was shaking like a leaf. It is like seeing a past. It is like seeing a ghost. Words can described what I had felt then and even words failed me now. Wonder if this is what other person must have felt when the one that they wanted to see all their waits came true. First time in my life I stammer, first time in my life I fumbled with words, first time in my life...my mind was totally blank. All I wanted to do was to pinch myself and feel that it is not a dream. I am not dreaming. It is real. My heart was pounding...I literally could hear the loud pounds in my cheat. Feel as though my lung was going to burst.
Finally, I could smile again. All those months = 2yrs of waiting have bore the fruits.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Your true color is Brown!
You're brown, a credible, stable color that's reminiscent of fine wood, rich leather, and wistful melancholy. Most likely, you're a logical, practical person ruled more by your head than your heart. With your inquisitive mind and insatiable curiosity, you're probably a great problem solver. And you always gather all of the facts before coming to a timely, informed decision. Easily intrigued, you're constantly finding new ways to challenge your mind, whether it's by reading the newspaper, playing a trivia game, or composing a piece of music. Brown is an impartial, neutral color, which means you tend to see the difference between fact and opinion easily and are open to many points of view. Trustworthy and steady, you really are a brown at heart.
APP-ALIK-01
It all started in 2002, it was during the 1st day of Chinese New Year and all or most of the shops in Singapore are closed. The Chinese own about 99.7% of the shops and since it is the Chinese lot that is celebrating their festival...so most of the shops are close except for restaurants.
Morning at Woodlands MRT control station, while waiting and looking at the throng of people that passes thru the MRT mini gates, I wonder alone. Never in my life that I would have gone out during Chinese New Year. I would normally spend the 2 days of public holiday...sleeping, watching cartoons, eating, lazing around and being a major bum for two solid days. No shops is open means no shopping; besides I find it rather silly to go out when I should be resting. Most of the time I would be working and complaining that I do not have enough time to rest and sleep longer.
Today here I am at Woodlands MRT control station waiting for someone. I had invited my colleague to visit the Zoo. I love the Zoo...the monkeys, snakes, smelly horse, cute hippo and the live shows. It is rather silly or should I say expensive but I do not have much of a choice. I want to go out and do something today.
I do not want to laze around and watched telly all day long. I looked at my watch...I am always early...in fact too early for a lot of things. I called and he was on his way here. Then I saw him. He was coming down the escalator with his traditional purple clothes. What had attracted me were his good looks. I believe that I should only go out with guys who looks good that way I can talk/speak and look at him rather than stare at something else, pretending that I am looking at him, and talk to him. I am not being fake but being very realistic. I believe that if man can demand that woman should look pretty, delicious, sexy for them in order for them to strike a conversation...likewise I should demand that for myself about man.
He walks walking towards me...and my eyes grew larger each time he came nearer. Next, he stood in front of me and asked about the phone booth. I pointed into the direction and he walks away. Ahhhhh...he is certainly tall and handsome. I wish I had asked him something or anything...oh well...life goes on right.
I looked at my watch and knew that my colleague is late. Wonder why man cannot be on time. :( And the next thing I know, the guy was standing besides me smiling.
Morning at Woodlands MRT control station, while waiting and looking at the throng of people that passes thru the MRT mini gates, I wonder alone. Never in my life that I would have gone out during Chinese New Year. I would normally spend the 2 days of public holiday...sleeping, watching cartoons, eating, lazing around and being a major bum for two solid days. No shops is open means no shopping; besides I find it rather silly to go out when I should be resting. Most of the time I would be working and complaining that I do not have enough time to rest and sleep longer.
Today here I am at Woodlands MRT control station waiting for someone. I had invited my colleague to visit the Zoo. I love the Zoo...the monkeys, snakes, smelly horse, cute hippo and the live shows. It is rather silly or should I say expensive but I do not have much of a choice. I want to go out and do something today.
I do not want to laze around and watched telly all day long. I looked at my watch...I am always early...in fact too early for a lot of things. I called and he was on his way here. Then I saw him. He was coming down the escalator with his traditional purple clothes. What had attracted me were his good looks. I believe that I should only go out with guys who looks good that way I can talk/speak and look at him rather than stare at something else, pretending that I am looking at him, and talk to him. I am not being fake but being very realistic. I believe that if man can demand that woman should look pretty, delicious, sexy for them in order for them to strike a conversation...likewise I should demand that for myself about man.
He walks walking towards me...and my eyes grew larger each time he came nearer. Next, he stood in front of me and asked about the phone booth. I pointed into the direction and he walks away. Ahhhhh...he is certainly tall and handsome. I wish I had asked him something or anything...oh well...life goes on right.
I looked at my watch and knew that my colleague is late. Wonder why man cannot be on time. :( And the next thing I know, the guy was standing besides me smiling.
Monday, July 24, 2006
APP-RINO-01
I was on my way to work this morning, when I saw him. The boy that I used to spend time talking on the phone from schoolwork to anything under the stars. I have known him for 16yrs. Someone that easy to talked to and listen to his chatters on the phone. All the talks on the phone led to only one meeting. He was awkward and I wonder why. I have always like him and even told him that I really like him a lot.
Thoughts of those silly days fills my head...wonder what makes me say such thing to him and wonder what makes us close by phone but far when we meet up. I had like him then and I still like him now...but interesting to know that I am not in love with him.
Thoughts of those silly days fills my head...wonder what makes me say such thing to him and wonder what makes us close by phone but far when we meet up. I had like him then and I still like him now...but interesting to know that I am not in love with him.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
APP-DRA-01
In a split second, everything would change before your eyesight. Someone whom you have held in high esteem and regards...loves with all your soul. With every breathe she took was only in his name...the world came crushing down.
In addition, of the entire place for it to happen was in a crowded place. Weary students, teenagers who have been partying the night away, those who had stayed and slogged the extra hours were all there. Grace was in shocked and soon moves into a defensive mode. Grace was wondering what had actually happen...how can Grace see the person that she was going to marry with another woman. Standing by the brown tiled parapet wall, I leaned against it and could hear the conversation. When the person walked away, Grace followed and asking...Who is that woman and why are you with her? The person simply replies, this is what I have been telling you and now you may ask her what the relationship is.
Grace held on to the person’s hand and asked why she went out with him, as he is her husband. The woman smiles, I could have sworn, I could hear her laughing silently when she said that. The woman asked...what prove does she have saying this is her husband...when she has the marriage certificate saying that she and the man is legally bonded in law as husband and wife. Grace let his hand slips thru. Her eyes grew even larger when she finally let the reality of the whole thing sinks in.
In addition, of the entire place for it to happen was in a crowded place. Weary students, teenagers who have been partying the night away, those who had stayed and slogged the extra hours were all there. Grace was in shocked and soon moves into a defensive mode. Grace was wondering what had actually happen...how can Grace see the person that she was going to marry with another woman. Standing by the brown tiled parapet wall, I leaned against it and could hear the conversation. When the person walked away, Grace followed and asking...Who is that woman and why are you with her? The person simply replies, this is what I have been telling you and now you may ask her what the relationship is.
Grace held on to the person’s hand and asked why she went out with him, as he is her husband. The woman smiles, I could have sworn, I could hear her laughing silently when she said that. The woman asked...what prove does she have saying this is her husband...when she has the marriage certificate saying that she and the man is legally bonded in law as husband and wife. Grace let his hand slips thru. Her eyes grew even larger when she finally let the reality of the whole thing sinks in.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
The Year in Review
1981 In Review
1. Prince Charles got married
2. Liverpool were crowned soccer Champions of Europe
3. Australia lost the cricket Ashes tournament
4. The Pope died
2005 In Review
1. Prince Charles got married
2. Liverpool were crowned soccer Champions of Europe
3. Australia lost the cricket Ashes tournament
4. The Pope died
Note: In future, if Prince Charles decides to remarry, will someone please warn the Pope. Thank You.
1. Prince Charles got married
2. Liverpool were crowned soccer Champions of Europe
3. Australia lost the cricket Ashes tournament
4. The Pope died
2005 In Review
1. Prince Charles got married
2. Liverpool were crowned soccer Champions of Europe
3. Australia lost the cricket Ashes tournament
4. The Pope died
Note: In future, if Prince Charles decides to remarry, will someone please warn the Pope. Thank You.
Art Gallery
Liz goes to her first show at an art gallery and is looking at the paintings. One is a huge canvas that has black with yellow blobs of paint splattered all over it. The next painting is a murky gray color that has drips of purple paint streaked across it. Liz walks over to the artist and says, "I don't understand your paintings."
"I paint what I feel inside me," explains the artist.
"Have you ever tried Alka-Seltzer?"
"I paint what I feel inside me," explains the artist.
"Have you ever tried Alka-Seltzer?"
Timex N Rolex
Two New Dogs
A girl was visiting her blonde friend who had acquired two new dogs, and asked her what their names were.
The blonde responded by saying that one was named Rolex and one was named Timex.
Her friend said, "Whoever heard of someone naming dogs like that?"
"Hellooooo," answered the blonde, "They're watch dogs!"
A girl was visiting her blonde friend who had acquired two new dogs, and asked her what their names were.
The blonde responded by saying that one was named Rolex and one was named Timex.
Her friend said, "Whoever heard of someone naming dogs like that?"
"Hellooooo," answered the blonde, "They're watch dogs!"
How to EARN the Points?
In the world of romance, one single rule applies to the men: Make the woman happy. Do something she likes, and you get points. Do something she dislikes and points are subtracted. You don't get any points for doing something she expects. Sorry, that's the way the game is played.
Here is a guide to the point system:
SIMPLE DUTIES
You make the bed (+1)
You make the bed, but forget the decorative pillow (0)
You throw the bedspread over rumpled sheets (-1)
You go out to buy her what she wants (+5)
In the rain (+
But return with Beer (-5)
You check out a suspicious noise at night (+1)
You check out a suspicious noise, and it is nothing (0)
You check out a suspicious noise and it is something (+5)
You pummel it with iron rod (+10)
It's her pet (-10)
SOCIAL ENGAGEMENTS
You stay by her side the entire party (0)
You stay by her side for a while, then leave to chat with a college
buddy (-2)
Named Tina (-4)
Tina is a dancer (-6)
Tina has silicon implants (-80)
HER BIRTHDAY
You take her out to dinner (0)
You take her out to dinner and it's not a sports bar (+1)
Okay, it's a sports bar (-2)
And it's all-you-can-eat night (-3)
It's a sports bar, it's all-you-can-eat night, and your face is painted
the colours of your favourite team (-10)
A NIGHT OUT
You take her to a movie (+2)
You take her to a movie she likes (+4)
You take her to a movie you hate (+6)
You take her to a movie you like (-2)
It's called 'DeathCop' (-3)
You lied and said it was a foreign film about orphans (-15)
YOUR PHYSIQUE
You develop a noticeable potbelly (-15)
You develop a noticeable potbelly and exercise to get rid of
it (+10)
You develop a noticeable potbelly and resort to baggy jeans
and baggy Hawaiian shirts (-30)
You say, "It doesn't matter, you have one too." (-8000)
COMMUNICATION
When she wants to talk about a problem , you listen, displaying what looks like a concerned __ _ex-pression (0)
You listen, for over 30 minutes (+50)
You listen for more than 30 minutes without looking at the TV(+500)
She realizes this is because you have fallen asleep (-10000)
Now what chance do you have???
Here is a guide to the point system:
SIMPLE DUTIES
You make the bed (+1)
You make the bed, but forget the decorative pillow (0)
You throw the bedspread over rumpled sheets (-1)
You go out to buy her what she wants (+5)
In the rain (+
But return with Beer (-5)
You check out a suspicious noise at night (+1)
You check out a suspicious noise, and it is nothing (0)
You check out a suspicious noise and it is something (+5)
You pummel it with iron rod (+10)
It's her pet (-10)
SOCIAL ENGAGEMENTS
You stay by her side the entire party (0)
You stay by her side for a while, then leave to chat with a college
buddy (-2)
Named Tina (-4)
Tina is a dancer (-6)
Tina has silicon implants (-80)
HER BIRTHDAY
You take her out to dinner (0)
You take her out to dinner and it's not a sports bar (+1)
Okay, it's a sports bar (-2)
And it's all-you-can-eat night (-3)
It's a sports bar, it's all-you-can-eat night, and your face is painted
the colours of your favourite team (-10)
A NIGHT OUT
You take her to a movie (+2)
You take her to a movie she likes (+4)
You take her to a movie you hate (+6)
You take her to a movie you like (-2)
It's called 'DeathCop' (-3)
You lied and said it was a foreign film about orphans (-15)
YOUR PHYSIQUE
You develop a noticeable potbelly (-15)
You develop a noticeable potbelly and exercise to get rid of
it (+10)
You develop a noticeable potbelly and resort to baggy jeans
and baggy Hawaiian shirts (-30)
You say, "It doesn't matter, you have one too." (-8000)
COMMUNICATION
When she wants to talk about a problem , you listen, displaying what looks like a concerned __ _ex-pression (0)
You listen, for over 30 minutes (+50)
You listen for more than 30 minutes without looking at the TV(+500)
She realizes this is because you have fallen asleep (-10000)
Now what chance do you have???
Thursday Rants
Only 64%...Mildly stressed I must say but why do I feel as though I am too stressed out...maybe like 84% instead of what it's been shown. Anyway moving on to why I am feeling stressed out...answer is simple...MONEY.
I need money to pay for the house agent's fees. Example...if the house is...back track..not a house. I mean an apartment. In SG, you don't get a house (with garage, backyard, garden space and whatsoever)..you get a corridor which of course should be accessible for other folks to pass by. Having potted plants is not encourageable but tolerable. Plants/leaves/flowes should not obstruct flow of traffic. No bicycle should be parked outside your door as the chances are you would not see them tomorrow. New house you don't get the 2 steps before entering your hole. I am really going off line here. Example if a house cost S$220,000 (all currency use is SG Dollars), agent fee is 1% of it plus 5% GST (goods & service tax) out of that 1%. plus the hole report of your intended purchase...$178, processing fee + chooping the hole = roughly around S$3000. I don't have that kind of money lying around.
To make matters even worse, we have decided to change lawyer as the present is BLOODY, FREAKING LAZY BITCH!!! who delays meetings, does not answer her call. Can you imagin you telling your client that client should suits to her timing. And if she were to set up meeting, on the last hour she would cancelled them with interesting excuses. My sis had enough and decided to change the lawyer...and she refuses to returned back our money.
I need to rest my head...as work beckons me. :(
I need money to pay for the house agent's fees. Example...if the house is...back track..not a house. I mean an apartment. In SG, you don't get a house (with garage, backyard, garden space and whatsoever)..you get a corridor which of course should be accessible for other folks to pass by. Having potted plants is not encourageable but tolerable. Plants/leaves/flowes should not obstruct flow of traffic. No bicycle should be parked outside your door as the chances are you would not see them tomorrow. New house you don't get the 2 steps before entering your hole. I am really going off line here. Example if a house cost S$220,000 (all currency use is SG Dollars), agent fee is 1% of it plus 5% GST (goods & service tax) out of that 1%. plus the hole report of your intended purchase...$178, processing fee + chooping the hole = roughly around S$3000. I don't have that kind of money lying around.
To make matters even worse, we have decided to change lawyer as the present is BLOODY, FREAKING LAZY BITCH!!! who delays meetings, does not answer her call. Can you imagin you telling your client that client should suits to her timing. And if she were to set up meeting, on the last hour she would cancelled them with interesting excuses. My sis had enough and decided to change the lawyer...and she refuses to returned back our money.
I need to rest my head...as work beckons me. :(
How Stressed Are You?
| Your Stress Level is: 64% |
 You are prone to stress, and you're probably even pretty stressed right now. Life's problems seem to pile up on you, and this often makes you feel depressed and burned out. Learn to take time to relax and enjoy life, even if things are stressful. It's the only wa you'll get through the bad times. |
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Another 2 Days B4
The last time I stopped was at combing. Had to stop as today is Wednesday so it means nervous day...not for me but for DBo. He turns into a nervous wreck on Mon, Wed and Fri. That is when he has to see the monkeys and goats across the carpark. Back track...back to combing...
Combing my hair as I walked from my house to the driver's house for my daily lift to office. It took me 15mins of speed-walking as I have to climb that short hill and you are wondering hills in Singapore...there is no hills in here other than the Bukit Timah Hill. So over the hills, waddle thru the short lake (minor road), thru the forest canopies (covered walkway) and out into the open field I must pass to find the house that reside the One. Stopped, fan myself (I bring a small manual fan), wipe my glasses, sat down, unzip my bag, and start doing my cross-stitch. I manage a 10mins squeeze. By time, I reach the house, its 05:50hrs. The driver would come at 06:02hrs. Greet him, get on the mini van and well of course after packing my cross-stitch back into my bag. I feel like Mary Poppins. Everything can fit into the bag. Fell asleep until I reach the office.
Meanwhile, while I was asleep on the long and bumpy journey. The driver went to pick up his daily epok-epok to sell to the Banglas or local staffs. The smell of epok-epok was nice at first but smelling it every morning, it makes you feel sick only. No more sardine or potato for me. Besides the epok2 that he gets from his friends does not taste very nice especially the sardines. More onions than sardine. Might as well you called it epok2 bawang. At first, the sardines were not properly cooked...ok...I am getting off track now. Therefore, along the way, it goes and stops at various locations to pick my other colleagues and my boss and his boss..the Koreans. One thing for sure, they have never seen door in their entire life. As everyone that gets onto the minivan would slam it, so hard that it is just seconds away from the glass windows being shattered into pieces. I had a talked with one of the guys. I told them, if they were to do that again, I would personally slammed their head into the glass.
Reached the office, while still sleepy-eyed and yawning, they wake up and straight into the mess hall for breakfast. Do not ask me what they had but according to former boss, cat food has never tasted better. I am off to my office, switched on my pc and the rest of pcs. My pc is like the main brain. They could only access my pc to get all the required information’s. In addition, the rest of pc's where I had stored the original documents would be uploaded onto mine every evening before I left for house or morning before my Dbo finishes his breakfast. I even make additional back-up copies onto my second hard disk, just in case everyone crashed. Nope, I am not being Singaporean...all kiasu. This kiasuim is good coz; they used to amend my originals and even deleted them. I could have strangled them.
Too tired now, would continue tomorrow. I do not there would be much changes as it is a routine.
Combing my hair as I walked from my house to the driver's house for my daily lift to office. It took me 15mins of speed-walking as I have to climb that short hill and you are wondering hills in Singapore...there is no hills in here other than the Bukit Timah Hill. So over the hills, waddle thru the short lake (minor road), thru the forest canopies (covered walkway) and out into the open field I must pass to find the house that reside the One. Stopped, fan myself (I bring a small manual fan), wipe my glasses, sat down, unzip my bag, and start doing my cross-stitch. I manage a 10mins squeeze. By time, I reach the house, its 05:50hrs. The driver would come at 06:02hrs. Greet him, get on the mini van and well of course after packing my cross-stitch back into my bag. I feel like Mary Poppins. Everything can fit into the bag. Fell asleep until I reach the office.
Meanwhile, while I was asleep on the long and bumpy journey. The driver went to pick up his daily epok-epok to sell to the Banglas or local staffs. The smell of epok-epok was nice at first but smelling it every morning, it makes you feel sick only. No more sardine or potato for me. Besides the epok2 that he gets from his friends does not taste very nice especially the sardines. More onions than sardine. Might as well you called it epok2 bawang. At first, the sardines were not properly cooked...ok...I am getting off track now. Therefore, along the way, it goes and stops at various locations to pick my other colleagues and my boss and his boss..the Koreans. One thing for sure, they have never seen door in their entire life. As everyone that gets onto the minivan would slam it, so hard that it is just seconds away from the glass windows being shattered into pieces. I had a talked with one of the guys. I told them, if they were to do that again, I would personally slammed their head into the glass.
Reached the office, while still sleepy-eyed and yawning, they wake up and straight into the mess hall for breakfast. Do not ask me what they had but according to former boss, cat food has never tasted better. I am off to my office, switched on my pc and the rest of pcs. My pc is like the main brain. They could only access my pc to get all the required information’s. In addition, the rest of pc's where I had stored the original documents would be uploaded onto mine every evening before I left for house or morning before my Dbo finishes his breakfast. I even make additional back-up copies onto my second hard disk, just in case everyone crashed. Nope, I am not being Singaporean...all kiasu. This kiasuim is good coz; they used to amend my originals and even deleted them. I could have strangled them.
Too tired now, would continue tomorrow. I do not there would be much changes as it is a routine.
Another 3 days B4
Let's talk about ME Aren't we doing that, you might be asking. Nope, not really about me so far...let's talk about the real me. I try to break away from a routine, but I simply can't. The moment, I reached the office...ok.. back track time.
The roosters crowing and cows are mooing early in the morning, Look at the alarm clock, it's 04:35hrs and my handphone it's 04:28hrs. I had set both alarms, one with a simply dreadful mad cow mooing and a high-pitched rooster. Well I can't call it a hen as the rooster is always doing it. The dread noise had woke me up from my brief slumber. It's just 10mins ago when I fall asleep. Damn another day at work still.....yamn...press the alarm...Die you cow and rooster and went back to sleep. I simply woke up at 05:37hrs without the dreadful noise. Man! I'm gonna be late....Spring out of the bed as though I've been jolted with the MRT volts. Grab my tootbrush off for a quick shower. I was done in 5mins flat.
Hmmm...now what to wear....what to wear. I have alot of clothes in my room, in the 2 cupboards, in the box, in the laundry basket and on the floor. Those that are strewn everywhere are clean clothes, washed and perfumed by Softlan. Those on the floors are meant to be wash. I only wash my clothes once a week. And I only have 7 set of clothes to wear every week. The whole reason for all the untidiness is my mom and eldest sis. They have a problem with my room and anything that is in my room. Anything that in my room is a curiosity to them eventhough thay are basically clothes, books, papers, more books and papers. They are the HUGE BUSYBODY in the family...oh next in line would be youngest sis. She have a thing for what she see and can wear it means she keep them. You can't imagine how full packed and about to burst the wardrobes are with all the 'goodies' she kapo from the house and on to her house. She must be watching too many of the orang-utan movies...u know Dungston Something. So if things is all over the place, they do not come in and said that you could probably see a snake in there. I have no problems with real snakes...it's the fake snakes that I'm having a problem.
Just grab my Egyptian skirt and beige tee, grab my bags that is full of cross-stitch threads, snip, charts, 2 magazines at least, wallet, house keys, comb (comb my hair along the way)
The roosters crowing and cows are mooing early in the morning, Look at the alarm clock, it's 04:35hrs and my handphone it's 04:28hrs. I had set both alarms, one with a simply dreadful mad cow mooing and a high-pitched rooster. Well I can't call it a hen as the rooster is always doing it. The dread noise had woke me up from my brief slumber. It's just 10mins ago when I fall asleep. Damn another day at work still.....yamn...press the alarm...Die you cow and rooster and went back to sleep. I simply woke up at 05:37hrs without the dreadful noise. Man! I'm gonna be late....Spring out of the bed as though I've been jolted with the MRT volts. Grab my tootbrush off for a quick shower. I was done in 5mins flat.
Hmmm...now what to wear....what to wear. I have alot of clothes in my room, in the 2 cupboards, in the box, in the laundry basket and on the floor. Those that are strewn everywhere are clean clothes, washed and perfumed by Softlan. Those on the floors are meant to be wash. I only wash my clothes once a week. And I only have 7 set of clothes to wear every week. The whole reason for all the untidiness is my mom and eldest sis. They have a problem with my room and anything that is in my room. Anything that in my room is a curiosity to them eventhough thay are basically clothes, books, papers, more books and papers. They are the HUGE BUSYBODY in the family...oh next in line would be youngest sis. She have a thing for what she see and can wear it means she keep them. You can't imagine how full packed and about to burst the wardrobes are with all the 'goodies' she kapo from the house and on to her house. She must be watching too many of the orang-utan movies...u know Dungston Something. So if things is all over the place, they do not come in and said that you could probably see a snake in there. I have no problems with real snakes...it's the fake snakes that I'm having a problem.
Just grab my Egyptian skirt and beige tee, grab my bags that is full of cross-stitch threads, snip, charts, 2 magazines at least, wallet, house keys, comb (comb my hair along the way)
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
5 Down
I weigh myself last night after dinner and resting. Yup 5kgs down but more to go. It's just a week. I'm really serious about losing all those extra baggages that I have been carrying around me for years.
After giving birth, I could fit into my jeans but now I can't. The jeans still in my closet and I'm going to do something about it. No more sewing big dresses or skirts for me. I've decided to make a change, live longer and healthily if not for myself at least for my son. I'm taking baby steps at the moment.
I was doing a brief cleaning last night of my old clothes, old bills, old papers. I found my cross-stitching books. More about them on the Xstitch site. I don't want to mixed but there is not black line as almost everything is intertwined. I had to pop the clothes in bag to throw them away or else would stop me from throwing and would think of ways to recycle them. That way, I would never get rid of them. So with my trusty scissors..snip. snip away and off to the bin.
I wonder why I had kept all those old bills. It all started from my former boss, Mr Ian Winfieldale. Good man and I miss him. I wish I can continue working with him but he had gone to Taiwan to concentrate on a new job. Everyone should have a father like him. He is so kind, wonderful, funny. Yes very funny in fact, he can make all kinds of Merry Melodies cartoon songs. I think he likes to do tweety bird. He have cats at home and whenever he did a tweety, I asked him, "Are you safe staying at home with the cats?" We all laugh. My project manager, Mr John Latham aka smiling tiger, The secretary, Ms Norizan, Engineer, Mr Mark Wood, Quality guy, Mr Antony Tindale, the train guy, Mr Malcolm Stevenson. It was like a happy family. I can certainly blend in with the Brits. Their sense of humour is interesting and you have to really understand what they actually joke about.
More after this as DBoss is here....ciao....lol
After giving birth, I could fit into my jeans but now I can't. The jeans still in my closet and I'm going to do something about it. No more sewing big dresses or skirts for me. I've decided to make a change, live longer and healthily if not for myself at least for my son. I'm taking baby steps at the moment.
I was doing a brief cleaning last night of my old clothes, old bills, old papers. I found my cross-stitching books. More about them on the Xstitch site. I don't want to mixed but there is not black line as almost everything is intertwined. I had to pop the clothes in bag to throw them away or else would stop me from throwing and would think of ways to recycle them. That way, I would never get rid of them. So with my trusty scissors..snip. snip away and off to the bin.
I wonder why I had kept all those old bills. It all started from my former boss, Mr Ian Winfieldale. Good man and I miss him. I wish I can continue working with him but he had gone to Taiwan to concentrate on a new job. Everyone should have a father like him. He is so kind, wonderful, funny. Yes very funny in fact, he can make all kinds of Merry Melodies cartoon songs. I think he likes to do tweety bird. He have cats at home and whenever he did a tweety, I asked him, "Are you safe staying at home with the cats?" We all laugh. My project manager, Mr John Latham aka smiling tiger, The secretary, Ms Norizan, Engineer, Mr Mark Wood, Quality guy, Mr Antony Tindale, the train guy, Mr Malcolm Stevenson. It was like a happy family. I can certainly blend in with the Brits. Their sense of humour is interesting and you have to really understand what they actually joke about.
More after this as DBoss is here....ciao....lol
Monday, June 13, 2005
An Update
I have been crappy the whole of last week, something just cropped up at the last minute and all best laid plans do not proceed smoothly. I even get into a heated row over sms not verbally as it is too stressful. Smsing is much easier as you can edit and add before you press SEND.
Monday, yet another day. The monkey across the office called me early in the morning. Well not really early considering the time they start work at 8:30am. Oh by the way, Geotechnical "big people" came in late almost all the time. Not surprising if he doesn't know what is going on site. Enough about the "big people" (name have been concealed to protect me from being eliminated from the working industry), let's get back to his monkey and goat. The goat does not bother me so much now that monkey is back in charge. Rang me up and told him I've transferred the files to them. Surprisingly in the afternoon, the boss asked my boss and another useless kucing kurap if I had transferred. What the world have come to. Look, there is limit to my patience and tolerance level. But to make me a scapegoat for your own laziness and ignorance, that is not acceptable. Simply not acceptable.
One escape the frying pan and onto a greener pastures. Good for him. It's about time, 'he' realised that 'he' employed useless people to work for him. Really stressful, how I wish I can rant without being so vague about it.
Gassy man: I would not be able to work the whole points on Sat morning.
Me: That's all right, you can start on Friday and continue on Sat.
Gassy Man: But not enough time as I have to start somewhere else and no time to go to the other location.
Gassy man left the room
Me: Fixed Ear, you tell me, how long does it take to monitor the whole building.
Fixed Ear: About 30mins and a short walk to the next building. Another 30mins for that...most likely 1hr 30mins the max.
Me: So why in the Hell, he tell me he can't finish it. There is no such thing as being lazy. Not to worry, I get him screwed for sure.
Inilah manusia, bila sudah ada kerja, tak mahu bekerja dan mengada-ngada aje. Ikut cakap orang pun tak nak, semua tak boleh. Dia ingat da bos kompeni nie agaknya. Tak sedar diri, kalau macam gini dari dual dah panggil Mr Chris buang dia. Absolute rubbish and useless bugger. I wonder why we employ him in the first place. Well it takes a stupid person to employ another stupid person. If he works in "G", I've fired him long time ago. Lazy cow.
We would see what tomorrow brings now that big boss had the letter from a good fren. I'm most definitely not going to take up the extra workload left by him. It was me who gives up in the 1st place...lol.. Anyway, worse come to worse, I applied my important documents. Get the approval and tata...bye-bye goodbye.
Monday, yet another day. The monkey across the office called me early in the morning. Well not really early considering the time they start work at 8:30am. Oh by the way, Geotechnical "big people" came in late almost all the time. Not surprising if he doesn't know what is going on site. Enough about the "big people" (name have been concealed to protect me from being eliminated from the working industry), let's get back to his monkey and goat. The goat does not bother me so much now that monkey is back in charge. Rang me up and told him I've transferred the files to them. Surprisingly in the afternoon, the boss asked my boss and another useless kucing kurap if I had transferred. What the world have come to. Look, there is limit to my patience and tolerance level. But to make me a scapegoat for your own laziness and ignorance, that is not acceptable. Simply not acceptable.
One escape the frying pan and onto a greener pastures. Good for him. It's about time, 'he' realised that 'he' employed useless people to work for him. Really stressful, how I wish I can rant without being so vague about it.
Gassy man: I would not be able to work the whole points on Sat morning.
Me: That's all right, you can start on Friday and continue on Sat.
Gassy Man: But not enough time as I have to start somewhere else and no time to go to the other location.
Gassy man left the room
Me: Fixed Ear, you tell me, how long does it take to monitor the whole building.
Fixed Ear: About 30mins and a short walk to the next building. Another 30mins for that...most likely 1hr 30mins the max.
Me: So why in the Hell, he tell me he can't finish it. There is no such thing as being lazy. Not to worry, I get him screwed for sure.
Inilah manusia, bila sudah ada kerja, tak mahu bekerja dan mengada-ngada aje. Ikut cakap orang pun tak nak, semua tak boleh. Dia ingat da bos kompeni nie agaknya. Tak sedar diri, kalau macam gini dari dual dah panggil Mr Chris buang dia. Absolute rubbish and useless bugger. I wonder why we employ him in the first place. Well it takes a stupid person to employ another stupid person. If he works in "G", I've fired him long time ago. Lazy cow.
We would see what tomorrow brings now that big boss had the letter from a good fren. I'm most definitely not going to take up the extra workload left by him. It was me who gives up in the 1st place...lol.. Anyway, worse come to worse, I applied my important documents. Get the approval and tata...bye-bye goodbye.
Monday, June 06, 2005
A Quiet Sunday
Start off with the morning sleeping beside Adam as mum decided to go to market. Don't assume that I am lazy about going to market. I don't mind going to market, just not the pork, chicken, beef, fish section, dark murky water that is on the slippery wet floor.
Pushing thru the trolley along the narrow passage when all the aunties, uncles, grandmum was waddling about slowly. You can't overtake them as there is no 2nd lane. Your "excuse me" would meet with serious stares and low grunt. So mum off to market while I continue sleeping.
Adam decided to wakes up and me pretending to be asleep. He lean on me and called "Ami! Ami" My mum decided that since eldest are called Mak, 2nd is Mama and 4th is Ibu so mine should be Mummy. Cheeky son of mine called me Ami. It means mother in Hindi. I supposed it is all right since he rather watch Hindi movies than cartoon at his age. He loves the ghazals and oldies (the part whereby my late dad loves) The way he sleep, sit, talked is like my late dad when he have never met the old man before!
I woke up, fried some rice, mum bought roti prata with fish gravy...yum yum. She decided to make Mee Soto. Rebus ayam (boil the chicken) dan siat isi ayam (manual slice chicken meat), Zohrah sahaja yang makan sebab yang lain macam keluar dari hutan tak tahu makan. By the time it is late afternoon and night time, the 4 clowns decided that Mee Soto is nicer. Why is it so difficult to understand that whatever I said about food is good for you and you refuse to listen in the 1st place?
The 4 clowns had roti prata, fried chicken, udang masak asam (prawns in plum sauce), ondeh-ondeh green beans.
By 3pm, all of us had gone down to playground. Me (the big kid) all play police and thief. It was a silly game but it's fine to unwind once awhile. When the neighbour start calling and waving from 14th storey, I know it is time to go home and avoid them. I don't like the mother as well as the daughter. Her 5yrs old kid is Angelica from Rugrats. Her mum is like a sponge, she soak up anything that she can find. Any gossips, food, recipes, my son's diapers, talcum, glucose, milk powder, toys and biscuits. Since my mum have a thing for Indonesian people. She is afraid that the lady might cast a spell on her or the family since they are known to dabble in black magic. It's an ancient belief that those people from Indonesia, Thailand are good in witchcraft things. (I wonder who gives the moronic ancestors that ideas) Left to my own devices, I'll broom her away and then we see who is Wicked Witch of the East.
Adam fall asleep after cleaning up. While I just doze off next to him. Woke up at 8pm, listening to 4 clowns making noise and talking about their classmates.
I don't feel hungry as I've eaten 2 bowls of Mee Soto. Just sat and listen and then watch TV...Kaho Naa Pyar Ha till 3am. Woke up today at 5am.
Pushing thru the trolley along the narrow passage when all the aunties, uncles, grandmum was waddling about slowly. You can't overtake them as there is no 2nd lane. Your "excuse me" would meet with serious stares and low grunt. So mum off to market while I continue sleeping.
Adam decided to wakes up and me pretending to be asleep. He lean on me and called "Ami! Ami" My mum decided that since eldest are called Mak, 2nd is Mama and 4th is Ibu so mine should be Mummy. Cheeky son of mine called me Ami. It means mother in Hindi. I supposed it is all right since he rather watch Hindi movies than cartoon at his age. He loves the ghazals and oldies (the part whereby my late dad loves) The way he sleep, sit, talked is like my late dad when he have never met the old man before!
I woke up, fried some rice, mum bought roti prata with fish gravy...yum yum. She decided to make Mee Soto. Rebus ayam (boil the chicken) dan siat isi ayam (manual slice chicken meat), Zohrah sahaja yang makan sebab yang lain macam keluar dari hutan tak tahu makan. By the time it is late afternoon and night time, the 4 clowns decided that Mee Soto is nicer. Why is it so difficult to understand that whatever I said about food is good for you and you refuse to listen in the 1st place?
The 4 clowns had roti prata, fried chicken, udang masak asam (prawns in plum sauce), ondeh-ondeh green beans.
By 3pm, all of us had gone down to playground. Me (the big kid) all play police and thief. It was a silly game but it's fine to unwind once awhile. When the neighbour start calling and waving from 14th storey, I know it is time to go home and avoid them. I don't like the mother as well as the daughter. Her 5yrs old kid is Angelica from Rugrats. Her mum is like a sponge, she soak up anything that she can find. Any gossips, food, recipes, my son's diapers, talcum, glucose, milk powder, toys and biscuits. Since my mum have a thing for Indonesian people. She is afraid that the lady might cast a spell on her or the family since they are known to dabble in black magic. It's an ancient belief that those people from Indonesia, Thailand are good in witchcraft things. (I wonder who gives the moronic ancestors that ideas) Left to my own devices, I'll broom her away and then we see who is Wicked Witch of the East.
Adam fall asleep after cleaning up. While I just doze off next to him. Woke up at 8pm, listening to 4 clowns making noise and talking about their classmates.
I don't feel hungry as I've eaten 2 bowls of Mee Soto. Just sat and listen and then watch TV...Kaho Naa Pyar Ha till 3am. Woke up today at 5am.
Saturday, June 04, 2005
Back from Leave
Feeling too tired to wake up yesterday morning and had to call in sick for office. Slowly I get up and shower at 8:30am. I don't feel like waking up but you need to go to doctor and get a medical cert or else I have no excuse for staying at home.
Mum make mee goreng kicap so no chilli just soy sauce...yum, yum for a sick person....lol. Telur goreng(fried egg) and fried fish cake is just good. I had to eat first. I don't think I can go to doctor with my tummy growling like a hungry lion (singa kelaparan).
Went to doctor, get the medicine and bought 3kg of noodles. You might ask...sick and 3kg of noodles? I've 3 nephews and 1 niece at home, 2 weeks of school holiday and they are eating monsters.
Mum make mee rebus with that 3kg of noodles. Ikan terubuk bakar, ayam goreng. There is no way I'm going to lose any weight staying at home with all the RICH food. I'm 130kg. I nearly had an heart attack hearing that. I was 110kg 2yrs ago.
The losing weight starts today and no more RICH food for me or night eating for me. Well I would eat at night as by the time I reach home it be 9pm. Maybe fruits only. Or else I have to bring breakfast, lunch and dinner to work as well. Dumb office don't have microwave oven. Only for the Kambings. And the kambings eat pork.....aaaarrrggghhhhh...I can strangle them easily with my bare hands. No offense intended for those pork loving eating homosapiens. Do you think I should bring my own microwave oven to office. There is a slight problem which would be good...power supply would trip. Power supply trips equal to no work. No work equals to can relax. Relax equals to no pay. Nope that's not good. Can't bring the oven...Think woman...think woman...or else you be eating cold lunch and dinner everyday. I know I bring a battery-operated oven. Huhh??
From sick to doctor, to mee to being very fat, to microwave oven and strangling Kambings? I'm really going off the track now.
Mum make mee goreng kicap so no chilli just soy sauce...yum, yum for a sick person....lol. Telur goreng(fried egg) and fried fish cake is just good. I had to eat first. I don't think I can go to doctor with my tummy growling like a hungry lion (singa kelaparan).
Went to doctor, get the medicine and bought 3kg of noodles. You might ask...sick and 3kg of noodles? I've 3 nephews and 1 niece at home, 2 weeks of school holiday and they are eating monsters.
Mum make mee rebus with that 3kg of noodles. Ikan terubuk bakar, ayam goreng. There is no way I'm going to lose any weight staying at home with all the RICH food. I'm 130kg. I nearly had an heart attack hearing that. I was 110kg 2yrs ago.
The losing weight starts today and no more RICH food for me or night eating for me. Well I would eat at night as by the time I reach home it be 9pm. Maybe fruits only. Or else I have to bring breakfast, lunch and dinner to work as well. Dumb office don't have microwave oven. Only for the Kambings. And the kambings eat pork.....aaaarrrggghhhhh...I can strangle them easily with my bare hands. No offense intended for those pork loving eating homosapiens. Do you think I should bring my own microwave oven to office. There is a slight problem which would be good...power supply would trip. Power supply trips equal to no work. No work equals to can relax. Relax equals to no pay. Nope that's not good. Can't bring the oven...Think woman...think woman...or else you be eating cold lunch and dinner everyday. I know I bring a battery-operated oven. Huhh??
From sick to doctor, to mee to being very fat, to microwave oven and strangling Kambings? I'm really going off the track now.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Stress Out Again
I was getting better when I reach home last night. I had manage to stitch some on Namuelle's fabric. I don't feel any pain at my waist. The moment I put it down and think about work, the pain came back quickly even before you can say help.
This morning, feels the pain again. I push the thought about work to the back of my mind and said that it is a pleasuring job. The pain slowly ease to a tolerable level. Cough still remains, running and block nose is gone for now. Stilll experiencing mild fever. Mood is back to a better level, no longer on crappy level.
I've gone to the point whereby I can't be bothered about my colleagues. Whether they are working, not working, where their worker is, leaving early, coming back late, work not done, graphs not updated, spreadsheet not consistent. I just don't care. I don't even care about the work anymore. I'm just doing the norm no more going the extra mile. What's the point, no one cares about it. They all expect me to do it.
Write more later, now time for breakfast. Mee Goreng. Let's see what $2.50 looks like.
This morning, feels the pain again. I push the thought about work to the back of my mind and said that it is a pleasuring job. The pain slowly ease to a tolerable level. Cough still remains, running and block nose is gone for now. Stilll experiencing mild fever. Mood is back to a better level, no longer on crappy level.
I've gone to the point whereby I can't be bothered about my colleagues. Whether they are working, not working, where their worker is, leaving early, coming back late, work not done, graphs not updated, spreadsheet not consistent. I just don't care. I don't even care about the work anymore. I'm just doing the norm no more going the extra mile. What's the point, no one cares about it. They all expect me to do it.
Write more later, now time for breakfast. Mee Goreng. Let's see what $2.50 looks like.
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