Badly need to poop. Bus uncle can drive faster pls??????
Update reading list:
Finished "battle royale" and "the first confessor". Take aways: when faced with a stronger opponent (men in general) besides gg for the crotch, gouge his eyeballs out is a good alternative. Based on battle royale, u can feel the eyeballs popping, like bubble wrap when u sink your cat nails in. Not sure how true but i hope i will never be in that situation which requires such gruesome act.
Superfreakonomics is super freakin boring. So now im juggling btw bill clinton's autobio and "never let me go" by Kazuo Ishiguro. I like Kath. And Tommy!
Can you see the desperate attempt to self distract from the fact that i reallly need the toilet???
Bus uncle can drive faster?!?!?!?!?!?
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Friday, February 22, 2013
Hearty
I don't know the rationale behind the constant downgrade of venues for cny dinners (from high end hotel to okay hotel to shopping mall hall, what's next z-char stall?) but I don't deny the food was pretty nice (smoked duck and glutinous rice = yums). I expected crap venue (location was more convenient than the prior year though but hey there is intercon hotel at our location too okay...) due to crap budget meant the food can't be too far off from craps-o-ville either. Oh wells I guess more money was allocated to quality of food?
Anyway, the group that made up our table is probably by far the best with lots of laughter and fun (maybe cause at the table forming stage, we kind of ensured we wouldn't have weirdos being dumped with us as table fillers?) We started off with barely half table full ( 2 ppl were a bit late) but ended probably creating the most ruckus, laughing really loudly, the type where u hug your belly and roll around kind of laugh. Of course being professionals, we can't be rolling around the carpeted floors so we made do with laughing really really loudly. The craziest thing was probably my colleague giving my namecard to the drummer of the band playing and asking him to "call my friend". HAHAAHAHAHAHAH. At more than 50m away under dim lights with hair covering half yr face, seriously the most mediocre looking person can also look cute alrights?? Plus I always had a thing for drummers...And now my colleague blames me for her sore throat and fever cause I made her laugh too much -_-|||
I was wearing killer heels and had to walk #likeaboss to the bus stop to catch a bus home. Externally I was (hoping) looking like I was born in heels while internally I was like "FML MY TOES ARE DEFORMED MY FEET HURT LIKE EEEEEEEFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!"
Ended up changing into my birkenstock on the bus. So much for being born in heels.
Driving on the highway is probably one of my favs as there is no traffic lights which means cruising all the way non-stop to the next destination. I loved driving to NTU and going to the airport. With both sisters flying off at different times, I have been driving to the airport twice this month. I realise that I suffer less road rage now as compared to the past. I used to cuss like atruck driver and even glaring at drivers that drive at 80km/h (if i am feeling exceptionally evil i will high-beam that dude (AND YES MOSTLY MEN DRIVERS ARE THE IDIOTIC ONES))on the first lane, leading to a "jam". Ironic isn't it to have a jam on the highway! Not only that, I was a pretty crazy driver, going at 120km/h (my mom's car was a pretty big car so even driving at this speed still felt really stable and shiok) and tailgating. I know that tailgating is wrong which I don't do now anymore (I swear! Road safety first). I guess I was lucky as the most serious accident I ever had was getting the car being banged up but no injuries, thank god. Another time which I could remember that I could be in serious shit and causing serious injuries to others was going too fast on a curved road, I believe the route entering the BKE, and swerving like mad between two lanes because I totally misjudged my speed. If there was a car behind... I can't imagine what could have happened.
I don't think I can afford a car anytime soon and taking a bus to work definitely beats taking MRT. I probably can't take the insane crowdedness on the train during peak period and with the constant screwup by SMRT, I am just glad I have a fast direct bus to work.
2 more months to Spain! :)
Anyway, the group that made up our table is probably by far the best with lots of laughter and fun (maybe cause at the table forming stage, we kind of ensured we wouldn't have weirdos being dumped with us as table fillers?) We started off with barely half table full ( 2 ppl were a bit late) but ended probably creating the most ruckus, laughing really loudly, the type where u hug your belly and roll around kind of laugh. Of course being professionals, we can't be rolling around the carpeted floors so we made do with laughing really really loudly. The craziest thing was probably my colleague giving my namecard to the drummer of the band playing and asking him to "call my friend". HAHAAHAHAHAHAH. At more than 50m away under dim lights with hair covering half yr face, seriously the most mediocre looking person can also look cute alrights?? Plus I always had a thing for drummers...And now my colleague blames me for her sore throat and fever cause I made her laugh too much -_-|||
I was wearing killer heels and had to walk #likeaboss to the bus stop to catch a bus home. Externally I was (hoping) looking like I was born in heels while internally I was like "FML MY TOES ARE DEFORMED MY FEET HURT LIKE EEEEEEEFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!"
Ended up changing into my birkenstock on the bus. So much for being born in heels.
Driving on the highway is probably one of my favs as there is no traffic lights which means cruising all the way non-stop to the next destination. I loved driving to NTU and going to the airport. With both sisters flying off at different times, I have been driving to the airport twice this month. I realise that I suffer less road rage now as compared to the past. I used to cuss like atruck driver and even glaring at drivers that drive at 80km/h (if i am feeling exceptionally evil i will high-beam that dude (AND YES MOSTLY MEN DRIVERS ARE THE IDIOTIC ONES))on the first lane, leading to a "jam". Ironic isn't it to have a jam on the highway! Not only that, I was a pretty crazy driver, going at 120km/h (my mom's car was a pretty big car so even driving at this speed still felt really stable and shiok) and tailgating. I know that tailgating is wrong which I don't do now anymore (I swear! Road safety first). I guess I was lucky as the most serious accident I ever had was getting the car being banged up but no injuries, thank god. Another time which I could remember that I could be in serious shit and causing serious injuries to others was going too fast on a curved road, I believe the route entering the BKE, and swerving like mad between two lanes because I totally misjudged my speed. If there was a car behind... I can't imagine what could have happened.
I don't think I can afford a car anytime soon and taking a bus to work definitely beats taking MRT. I probably can't take the insane crowdedness on the train during peak period and with the constant screwup by SMRT, I am just glad I have a fast direct bus to work.
2 more months to Spain! :)
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Blurry eyes
So exhausted right now, all ready to crash. Grateful for the concern shown, subtle and not-in-yr-face. The gentle chiding that doesn't grate on my nerves, responding to msgs at ridiculous timings (at least it is ridiculous to me).
Cheers to bizzarre friendships formed under the weirdest circumstances. Though it may be fleeting, nevertheless it provided brief respite from e boredom. Girl power ftw.
Times like this provide opportunities for self reflection and i guess some things are just simply not within my control. Time to pick up the bits and pieces and dont look back.
Cheers to bizzarre friendships formed under the weirdest circumstances. Though it may be fleeting, nevertheless it provided brief respite from e boredom. Girl power ftw.
Times like this provide opportunities for self reflection and i guess some things are just simply not within my control. Time to pick up the bits and pieces and dont look back.
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