Overnight Mah Jong
Yes, I realise that I have nvr struck anyone as a Mah Jong addict, and in all truth, I am not; but it is definitely fun to have a play a game, (or should i more accurately say, several games) with a couple of frens the WHOLE night? Haha, tiring, I admit, but it's fun. Really - we laugh at each other's idiocy that resurfaces due to the lack of sleep, we lament at a wrong move we made, we scream in agony when we came SO close to winning and yet didn't.
And for me, it's always the rush of adrenaline when I am waiting for that lone tile for me to win big (well, sorta). You know the rush you get - your heart really pounds much faster, you hold your breath when you get a tile, or when someone discards a tile that's similar to the one you are waiting for. And everytime is 10 times as bad as you ask to halt the game for a while, while u check again and again that you have gotten the RIGHT tile and that you will win the game.
That being said, I gotta admit that I am REALLY slow in the game, having learnt it only 2 -3 years ago; and I have played it for a grand total of less than 10 occasions. (cos when u play mah jong, you play it the WHOLE night). Ended up not being the winner - there was only one grand winner - Mr P. But it was fun - despite the fact that i had been up for 24 hrs when we ended the game... and was in desperate need of sleep. Hehe... Eh, i wanna play again leh...haha....;P (as they say, practice makes perfect - and i need loads of practice!)
Haha, mah jong - an interesting game indeed.
I Don't Giggle
I reiterate - I don't giggle, NOT even under the influence of alcohol, lotsa alcohol.
Devil's Bar, where all the loser devils gather, I suppose
Was really rushing work today, actually more of trying to do the stupid minutes today. Can’t believe it took me 3 whole days just to get the basic draft out; still gotta read through and fine tune before I send it to the doctor (he wants them out in 14 days; stressed right?) argkk, I totally hate this part of the work man – v secretarial. Then was rushing out the mock up of the receipt and the preliminary announcement for the scientific meeting next year. If anyone of you have trouble understanding whatever these terms that I am using; it’s ok. I didn’t have any idea what they were exactly when I just started work. But still got on-site inspection tomorrow afternoon at TTSH, so it means my morning gotta be super packed and I have to be super efficient. Just hope can finish fine-tuning the minutes. Haiz….
Went to Club Chinois for a meeting dinner yesterday evening. Was a totally new experience for me; haven’t really tried fusion food before; but it was good. Minute portions though; so most of the doctors were considering going to Newton’s Circus to have a more decent serving of carbohydrates. Great service too; they actually served the ladies first before serving the men; it’s supposed to be the norm of a good practice. Woah…. I nvr knew that.
Went to Devil’s bar after that; went over the to bar side where the live band was playing; but was disappointed in both the crowd as well as the music. I have heard better else where…and 50% of the guys there were old enough to be my dad. What’s even more amazing was that the gers were all half their age, or even younger. At least I appeared in office wear, so still part of the working crowd.
My colleague was shocked that I took a tequila shot and could down it in one go. “erm, shot mah, how else would one drink it?” went over to the disco side of it…. And was even more disappointed with MANkind, really MANkind. There was this guy at the bar counter who was nursing his half empty bottle of red wine. Then when there was a line of gers lining up for the drinks, he actually just put his hand out, palm side up and expected the gers to respond to that gesture. *shock shock horror horror*, Excuse me if I sound really outdated and not keeping up with the times, but is that the latest gesture of flirting or asking anyone out – an open palm??? *oh my goodness* and OF COURSE the gers ignored him. I would be terribly disappointed if anyone responded to that kind of loser gesture, which ultimately came from a loser, I suppose. My colleague also saw that and we both burst out into laughter, laced with a lot of condescension for that creature.
Then, that gesture being very unsuccessful (gross understatement of the year), the “MAN” (yup, I have had serious doubts about that ever since), decided to visit the washroom, to perhaps ‘freshen himself up’? Although I can guarantee anyone that no amount of freshening would help this sorry case. AND he asked me to make sure that no one takes his seat while he is gone. *yes, I totally agree with you – LOSER!!!* And then he makes his GRAnd exit, later when he returns, he just returns to his “screening the scene posture”. My colleague was shocked; I mean courtesy would have dictated that he either has to say a word of thanks or offer his red wine. It’s just a basic manner; but no…that ‘creature’ just nonchalantly sipped his red wine and observed the crowd, aka ogling at young girls half his age. You should have seen his drool… amazing, though disgusting would be a more appropriate term to use.
Drank too much, I suppose; especially after a hiatus of more than 2 months. Stomach was churning and feeling a tad whozzy after all the liquor I had. Managed to get a cab back, but had trouble disentangling my hands-free from the seat belt. Stomach was still churning this morning when I awoke; lasted all the way till noon. Woah….spinning walls man….during work some more. Thank goodness I didn’t slur…hehe. But still found the mixture in that place a bit unsettling; perhaps cos I was in working attire; so couldn’t really hit the dance floor as I would have if I were with my friends around my age and it was meant to be a wild night out, with no worries about work the next day.
Credit Notes...
just wanna thank the following people...
Mr P for driving all the way back from wherever he was on the expressway ( i assume) to come n give me a ride to town... thanks a lot ;P
Degussa for explaining the meaning of various phrases in the different dialects (so at least I know what i am swearing *juz kidding*)
Tira for turning up for the movie even though he was dead beat and not exactly in the best of moods for fun.
And last but not least, all of the pple listed up there for making the outing on Sat night a fun one.
Friendship Is a Funny Thing
Feeling kinda down at the moment; somehow, such feelings just seem to hit you like that, without any prior warning, or advance notice. Just like a bout of hurricane, that comes and goes that fast, but leaving a wide streak of disaster and everything damaged in its wake. Some call it melancholy, some call me moody… Frankly speaking, I am not that sure of anything myself. Was feeling alright and everything, then something just hit me – a realization of a fact; perhaps I have been blinded before or just in plain self denial… but a comment from a friend really did it.
Friendships are funny things – there are friends whom you don’t meet for ages, but when you do, you find that you are still on the same frequency and it just seemed like last week that you have met, even though it may well be 2 years ago. And then again, there are those whom you meet every week, or used to gather with almost everyday. But the pressure of work and other commitments make it impossible to continue with the usual practice and the usual outings. And when we try to meet, or when we do meet, I just feel like I am out of the circle, out of the loop; I have no idea what has been going on, what they have been doing… and that is what the usual conversation is about. Can’t help but feel lost, out of their lives and inevitably neglected. And that saddens me a lot.
True, one may suggest – just meet up and go out together. But even when it happens, I can’t help but still feel lost – the outing is forced, just an attempt to refute the fact that the friendship is going and fading – just a pathetic try to claim “ we did try; we met up…” But if that is the case, why even bother meeting up? It is plain for all to see – we all have different priorities; different values and hence view the world and each others’ choices through different tinted glasses. We can’t understand why we act that way – or more accurately, they can’t understand why I am acting this way. Attempts have been made to probe, to find out… but deep in my heart, I know they won’t be able to understand. Don’t tell me, “How do you know? You have not even tried…” but I do know. The years of being together in school haven’t been for nothing… we all have learnt something about each other… and I am aware that revealing how I feel, what I feel, why I act that way… won’t invite empathy, probably just a deeper misunderstanding of how I function.
I am sad, trying hard not to be bitter or resentful. This is but an inevitable fact of life. It just won’t go back to the way it used to be… a great waste, but what can one do about it?
And the tears won’t stop rolling… Call me sentimental or a tear bucket, but it just affects me so and I can’t show it outwardly… So I suppose writing it down is the only way. Even though people may read this… and know… so what? As long as I don’t show it … don’t appear to be vulnerable, at least not in front of people… this is enough for me.
Friendship is a funny thing… but I suppose I am an even weirder specimen of humankind…
Reality Hits Home
Given up hope already, so just let the matter drop.
End of story.
The Count Down...
Today is the 'official' first day of THE Count Down; yes, THE count down. Just thinking about it makes my heart race again. Argk, at this rate, I'll probably have a heart failure any time. It's really strenous; if only it's an alternative to exercising and cardiac workouts...*wishful thinking*
Not even 11 am and I am already having a headache...don't even know the cause yet...and it's been like that for some time already. Yes yes yes, people have been telling me to see a doctor, but it's kinda pointless, the only thing i can say is: I have a headache....the doctor is probably just gonna give me paracetamol and dismiss me...don't see the point. Haha, maybe it happens only during the work , cos i don't remember having it during the weekends. Workweek syndrome?
Just got both GOOD and BAD news....bad news is....for the event that I worked on last Saturday, I may not get monetary compensation....ARGKK. Haiz, then might as well have gone for my tuition, I probably earn more in 2 hrs there as compared to spending the 6 hrs in NUH. Cos the seminar might not have made money...as in loss. All because some of the people attending didn't pay. There was this guy, who had the audacity to tell me that "Huh? Must pay? But i am the CHIEF AUDIOLOGIST here, and my dept ask me to come and support; how can ask me to pay?" *excuse me, its ONLY 5 dollars* {roll my eyes} And he even went on to say "No lah, I check with Dr So and So...it's not the money, it's the principle" *yeah right - your principle of penny-pinching* {pls, LUNCH & TEA are provided, you don't pay for the seminar, at least pay for the food right?}
So.....awaiting his Dr So and So to come and say "oh, Raman ar? No lah, no need to pay, he is in the organising committee." {pls, if he is in the committee and the dept is sponsoring him, TELL US IN ADVANCE CAN? we don't have telepathic powers; even if I do, I won't want to link it to your brain/ mind}
And the amazing thing is, these people just walk in like they own the place AND the seminar...and pls, the HEAD of the DEPT, who is duno how many times BIGGER than that Chief Audiologist is, actually came to the registration table and said, " I have to register and pay right?" and handed over everything, including the $5."
And the 'CHief audiologist' actually PACKED THE FOOD that was leftover!!!! to bring home and eat....{winner right? I am sure you can hear the irony screaming from these words}.
Argkk, now suddenly think of the call (if there is any) again...argkk, palpitations again...haha..it just seems like a roller coaster ride..but one where you periodically forget that you are on it and doze off or something...but then awake again in a few minutes to find yourself at the highest tip of the rollercoaster track and start the panicking, heart pounding and silent screaming again.
Overworked heart....
Born Worrier
Have had really strong mixed feelings since yesterday; made a major mistake again (which was committed quite long ago) and due to the lack of diplomacy and common sense in my boss, the whole matter was blown up. The guy who received a letter of invitation for a major thing had been corresponding with her and she didn't have the sense to walk 10 steps over...ask my head the exact details....and then when the guy blasted her, she demanded an explanation from my head....Oops, it was my mistake, cos i didn't note the cross against the name; so my head (of dept) ended up checking the whole file and she took responsibility. *touched*
Which made me really think twice about the interview I had last thursday. I still remember vividly how excited I was about it and that i really did want the offer. Besides the difference in monetary compensation, it would be a move up, sort of. And my fren is advising that I don't fall into the comfort zone; be so comfortable that i just stay here forever and not wish to move. True, i agree, but is 2 months too short to stick to a job?
Also, what are the parameters of a better job; what is it defined by? The monetary compensation? The working hours? The prestige associated with the organisation? What about other 'soft' factors such as the working environment, the flexibility of rules & working hours, and most importantly, one's colleagues. All these questions are making my head spin.....
I remembered being rather devastated when I didn't get the offer from IES; cos I thought I had aced the last round of interviews and was eagerly anticipating their call. It was a job that I wanted; or so I thought - I have 2 frens working there now. One of them called me a week ago; she sounded really sad and it's the 'sigh' in her voice; you know, the type where you involuntarily sigh and you are not aware of it. Every breath you exhale just becames a barely audible sigh; and only people around you can notice it, but not yourself. I have been in those situations before, too many to count, but there is this haggardness in oneself, that tells people that you have been zapped and drained of any energy, zest or enthusiasm that may have once existed.
Didn't get to talk to her for long; she didn't want to say more over the phone; was supposed to meet her and a couple of other common friends this Friday; but I couldn't make it. Which set me wondering; would I be like that if I did get the job? Was it a blessing in disguise? To those who don't know me, I am totally easily stressed out; no other reason why I function this way, but that's how it is. Would I be worse off or better off if I did get that offer?
Which brings me to this question, this situation now....what IF, that's a BIG IF, i do get another offer? The one that I have been hoping and keeping my fingers crossed for; can i so easily just make the switch, the big leap? Without any major feelings of guilt, or letting down people who have spent time and effort and teaching me and helping me with my queries. Would the other side always have a rounder moon? Greener pastures? I do realise how important one's working environment is; the human factor.
Oh well, look at me, talking as IF i have already been offered. It may just be a case of worrying over NOthing at all, which brings me to this point - Most of the time, we are worrying over Nothing, but then again, one doesn't really know that they are insignificant, unless they have come to pass us by without doing much damage or inflicting serious repercussions.
Then again, I am a born worrier.....
Palpitations
Everytime I think about it, my heart just races; and it's just so sudden. I mean, it's still alright when I am busy with other things; but there are times when the mind does wander...and it wanders to that..and my heart just palpitates. There is this shortness of breath, this rush of adrenaline...I just feel so excited, no...anxious is more like it. And there is no way I can explain why or how I am feeling this way.
Still anticipating the call... periodically looking at my handphone to make sure that I don't have any missed calls. (well, when I do think about it...I will anxiously glance at the screen). Right now as I speak, I am so nervous even just thinking about it that I cannot breathe properly. Why does it wreck me so? What is amazing to me is the transition between normal breathing and the rapid heartbeats and shallow breathing whenever I think about it.
1-2 weeks.....that is a long period of drawn-out agony. Sometimes, I half wished that I had indicated that I wanted a call, be it confirmation or rejection, so that I don't have to be kept waiting with abated breath, only to have my hope slowly dwindling away with the passing of each day.
And even though the guts in my stomach gets knotted more and more each day, one can't help but still cling on to that glimmer of hope, no matter how faint it may be. Excuses are made, constantly to myself, "oh, they didn't say how long they would take," , but deep in my heart, I know the outcome. I
t's such a horrible feeling and I have gone through it more than enough. No one needs such an experience to feel totally dejected. It's not the rejection that hurts; it's the build up of anticipation and excitement that you have just after the interview, you wonder if you did anything right, you wonder if you did everything wrong. And when they still don't call after the time...you know that your's is a gone case. Actually, frankly, in your heart, you already know it, just that you keep wishing that it is not true.
It's just like the exams in NUS; I have always walked away from the exam halls not having the slightest idea of how I did for all those papers; basically because I don't know what kind of answers they are looking for. It is exactly the same with all these interviews....the times when I thought, "great, that went well", they nvr do. Which is why now, I tell myself NOT to think about it, don't dwell on it anymore...but my straying mind just refuses to listen.
sighz...palpitating heart, still.....when will this end?
So many things to do, so many things to think about, so many things to write...
I have always experienced this situation whereby there are various things I have comments & thoughts about, but just have no time to write it down or ponder over it. So now, there are so many various things that are floating around in my head, and I am trying to grab hold to them, such that I don't forget any of it. But in between work, reading emails, responding and getting phone calls....it's really hard to squeeze in time ...
So here it goes...
Everwood...Gimore Girls has ended its season; so there was nothing much for me to look forward to on a Sunday evening. Or so I thought, after watching the remaining 15 minutes of Witchblade, a comic-turned tv series....
Since there was nothing much to do (or more accurately, nothing interesting to do), I decided to just leave the tv on and see what this new show is about....it was sad, the beginning...cos the mum in the show died...but it reminded me abit about Providence, where the mum also died, but always appears in Sid's dreams and talk to her and stuff...cos that was what the mum did...
It was really sad...esp at the end...(the whole death of the mother occured in the beginning; they didn't dwell on it), However, when the father, a renowned neurosurgeon who gave up his career to move to some small town in Colorado [just cos his late wife had said that it is heaven to her, and when she is gone, she'll be there] was talking to his wife...(in his mind...sorta) and his 4-year old daughter saw it and he tried to explain to her the reason why, she said " i know,you are suffering from a broken heart, she didn't even think that he was going insane or watever...and she just accepted it as a matter of fact". That scene totally made me tear....when they hugged each other...(FYI, the dad was crying too; so that totally justifies my reaction).
A truly heart-warming show....if you are looking for beach action similar to Baywatch...or sassy, perfectly coiffed lawyers like Ally McBeal, or just great suspense and amazing twists in The Practice...Zilch, sorry, wrong genre. Not that I don't enjoy the shows listed above; The Practice was my fave show a while back; but I suppose this show - Everwood, is more similar to 7th Heaven (though more sad...7th Heaven is like Perfect Happy Family).[Yes, i noe, i watch TONS, literally TONS of tv programmes; why else do you think I NEEDED to have a 21 " tv in my own room in hall?]
Really reminds me of Providence....just that there is this aura of unspoken sadness and grief that just hangs in the air. You can't get rid of it; but it doesn't really changes the whole show, the mother's death just reminds you that life is fragile and that these characters are all facing grief in their own ways.
Perhaps that is why pple dig such shows; there is so much trouble world wide; not to mention all those things that affect you personally....the characters are in pain, they are suffering....maybe we all identify with them in a certain way. I suppose it would be really hard for us to watch some show where everything is perfect, going smoothly, where every morning, the mother would make a breakfast or pancakes & orange juice for the dad and kids....I suppose it's just too unreal; cos that's not what happens in reality.
Oh well, in other words, this show won't knock your socks off (having no action or suspense], but if you are at home lazing ard on a Sunday evening....it's really worth a watch.
{oh my, the above paragraph sounds JUST LIKE A REVIEW, told ya i should be getting paid for writing columns already...dun believe? check out my first blog entry]
I Like Mellow Alternative...
If that is what they still call it now.....
True, most of them sound really sad....not that optimistic lyrics...but the whole combination just rocks! Totally into "Maybe Tomorrow" by the Stereophonics now...way too cool for words. ;)
Friday Night.....but not Finally....
11.44 pm on a Friday nite...i suppose everyone else , or almost everyone I noe is out partying & having fun - I noe my salsa classmates are having their share of fun at Xenbar. Hmmm, the joys of not having to worry abt work....esp when you are already off work. Maybe it's the work culture here, or maybe it's just my colleague's attitude....Getting way too stressed over what needs to be done and the protocol....doctors are definitely NOT easy to work with.....some have super fragile egos....more so than glass.
Starting to stone, even when writing this blog..but haven't been online at home for more than a month already....modem died on me..couldn't connect to net...Hence, even though I am still relying on the super slow 56K, and totally noticing the difference between the connection speed here and at work...still wanna stay online a while more....
Still have work tmrw......not looking forward to it; the Boss hasn't come up with ANY compensation pay package yet..let alone a Decent one....
5.25 pm and counting...
Most people look forward to the end of the work day....some look forward to the end of the work week. Interestingly....i don't really look forward to anything at all...well, at least in these terms....Friday is the same as Monday to me....there's still work to be done....
Or maybe I am just warped...in that way....no wonder people have been telling me i am weird.
$1.2 Million in Damages??
This is totally laughable; some local company must have seen too many of the petty law cases in America, e.g. where fast food restaurants were being sued for causing obesity, where Macs was sued for having coffee that was too hot....and decided to do that as well - anything to make a quick buck, or in this case...1.2 million quick bucks
They actually sued a person they offered a job to....for 3 months compensation (pay, etc) and when there was no response, they sued for $1.2 million, citing it as the cost of recruitment, the potential revenue she would have generated...and the girl didnt even start work.....Don't believe me? Check out...the story on the Straits Times today....
Can't figure out how to do the link thing here (just in case u haven't figured out, I hold the world record for being the biggest computer idiot still) ..so u'll just have to copy & paste & see what exactly went on....
http://straitstimes.asia1.com.sg/singapore/story/0,4386,208715,00.html?
Sometimes, it's amazing how ridiculous things can get.....ever heard of negative IQ? Believe this case to be a perfect example of displaying such IQ levels...
Lunch?
Somehow food doesn't really help; mebe it's cos the carbo or whatever one has taken just raises the sugar level in one's body and make one feel sleepy....hmm, but mine is the healthier version of broccoli, whole meal bread & tuna....no difference at all?
Hmm.....*pondering still*
Updates on Brain Status...
That post was for 9 am...or rather 8.43 am...and it took me that long to get it up and posted. Can imagine either (1) the amountof work I had to do, or (2), how slow I am. Neither of which are that happy a thought to be dwelling on.
Brain is still dead, starting to ache abit, where are my panadols? Would I become an addict? Used to take them so much that they didn't work anymore. Gotta change.
Body still being very slow....feeling like I wanna be a sloth; then no one can blame me for being lazy or slow...
Ode to my Brain..or what's left of it
Brain not functioning, neither is my body...just feeling really tired & lethargic.
No idea why even, was feeling totally dead this morning; just didn't feel like moving, or talking or even responding.
Loose Screws...
Screwed up at work again ...twice somemore,one is a seriously BIG time thing....apparently the email i sent had some misinformation...can only blame myself for being over enthusiastic; actually took the trouble to try & clarify....the email ended up being forwarded to everyone of importance on whatever committees....capital letters exchanged here and there....can imagine the shock this morning when i opened my mailbox.....was so freaking stressed out; cos the smell of gunpower was so strong..had to clarify again w my colleague, misinterpretation....in the end, had to resend email, send apologies...and the ex-chairperson who was so nice...and shot all the CAps..didnt even indicate that he read the email...that pissed...haiz....
My head told me that it's ok, relax...don't worry..but how to not worry?? It's honestly me screwing up something again. Another asked why i didn't check with them that i was gonna send this email out....so much for taking initiative to finish one's work fast....
THen the smaller screw up was over the catering of food for a seminar...apparently, i shouldn't have faxed the whole menu over..and should have chosen a better caterer....gotta talk to the sponsors again abt upping the price..and my colleagues told me that normally...it should be done another way..cos of various reasons...apparently, all of them didn't know what i was doing....asked me to check w them next time i do anything....haiz....the bane of being too-efficient...cos my mentality is..if i can do it now.....i'd do it fast and finish it and clear it out of my in-tray....but i just realised that it translates into too many mistakes...lost the enthusiasm for being productive..cos pple don't appreciate it..or the trouble you went to just to get it out that fast....but when a mistake is made..you are marked forever...
no wonder pple hate working....
SIgh......:(
This World Sucks...Big Time...
SIanz sianz sianz sianz.....
spiralling into a bad mood again....actually there is a scientifically more accurate name for it..but then all who think they know me just think i am going thru a bad mood...so watever...bad mood it is then. Can't be bothered to correct anyone anyway..
Life seriously sucks....don't ask me why. Feeling freaking pissed at pple now...and i cannot even scream or destroy stuff to vent my frustrations. And social behavior dictates that I cannot confront those who caused it....darn it!
SIanz....there are a couple of reasons for this burst of indignant outrage...no use explaining it; you can't help, and you won't understand...so why even bother writing it down?
This world sucks...big time...
Rain & Earthworms
Somehow, the morning rain always brings back some fond memories...as well as the urge to remain in bed, under covers and just sleep the morning away, with the radio in the background, the lively chatter of the DJs accompanying the 'symphony' of the beating raindrops on my windows.
Still remember that January used to be the rainy season....it was worse cos it was the start of a new school year...and we'd go tramping along the path to school, squealing at the long, wriggly earthworms that nvr fail to place itself alongside the sides of the paths...the bright yellow raincoats emblazoned with interesting cartoon prints (which were 'in' then) and the plastic hood that was supposed to cover your head. If you just took a glance, we all looked like little yellow ducklings ...
And my mum would be well equipped; with our school shoes & socks in plastic bags..WHICH is why we could go ard tramping & stamping in the puddles of water...and we'd change into the clean shoes at a void deck just near our school....it was definitely a hassle, but it is indeed a fond memory...something which, now that i look back, have nvr regretted having done that.
Rain & earthworms...interesting combination, but a nice memory nonetheless.
Bows & Arrows...
Oops, just got arrowed...hmm, actually I don't know how to view it; as a challenge? Maybe I should be flattered that I am given the chance to do the hands-on for organizing a medical seminar so soon. Oh well, it's just a 1/2 day thing..and the preparation stuff have already been settled; I just have to get the gift for the speaker, be in charge of the registration & the onsite for that day..ahha..as in the words of my colleagues....be the mini-boss for that event....but in this case, it's really a mini-mini-mini boss.
hmm, responsibility.....but it's on the 13th September...so that burns my this weekend and that weekend...Fridays included...cos probably gotta pia like crazy...and it's gonna be a dejavu again? Wonder what the compensation package is gonna be like? Apparently, my boss (also newly appointed), has not finalized a satisfactory one with my head.....(as in HOD; not the one with the minute-sized brain (mine) and no brain activity).
Haiz...Work....we work in order to earn money to spend on the things we like to do....
Cruel, stark reality of life....
Face it, fellow human beings...
Saturday's Blog....eh..or just my senseless rambling?
There are just so many things to talk about; thoughts just flying through my mind; too bad I am not that famous or rich enough to have a personal scribe/ PA besides me where I can just talk and she will write down everything as part of my memoirs..just like Frank McCourt's books...Angela's Ashes and hmm, i forgot the title of the sequel.
After reading abt tira curbing the urge to spend, I must admit that I am facing the same problem too....Had a massive bout of cash outflow the last weekend....gave money out (erm, to my relatives lah...so none for any of u reading this); paid for the groceries (aka shopping spree for my sis; grocery shopping is very fun, really!) and treated my family (including my aunt who came in from M'sia) to dinner...the REALLY good curry fishhead at the old Taman Jurong market. (Really must try; even for a person like me who doesn't like fish...it's good!)
Tira actually jio me to go down to Wala Wala ard 830 pm...was very enthusiastic about going down...but my mum put her foot down and said "no...you have been going out everyday..." (erm, I don't work from home; OF cos I have to go out & work & earn money right??) Haiz, so to be a guai guai ger...ended up not going to Wala Wala....spent the nightat home watching Mandarin talk shows?? (erm, not sure abt the correct term for it...but it talks abt social ills & stuff; abt the prostituition situation in Geylang getting worse n stuff; that it has actually spread to the Lorong 1-9)
Woah...i told my mum that i was there one night with a coupke of hall frens (went there for a supper of soya bean curd)...and her eyes immediately went "WHAT?". haha..it's quite amusing to see her reaction....especially when the change is so fast. Had to reassure her that the place where we went was NOT sleazy; tons of pple were there to eat supper. But there were a couple of 'hoodlums' or 'bengs' who were eyeing our group...eh..cos we ended up walking in a single file....my fren actually slowed down and took the end of the row...(just in case the 'xiaomings' wanted to harrass us)...*i didn't noe who or what he was referring to at first; still tot it was cockroaches"...haha...quite nice hor; at least he bothered. *knock knock; wake up call, guys...*
hmm, but it was great to just laze around, flip through the papers, catch up on the social ills of SIngapore (kinda shocking). Caught "The Amazing Makeover" on Channel 5; sure made me look at plastic surgery in a totally different light; the results are really, as they claim, AMAzing Managed to stay up long enough to watch Frasier....but was too tired to catch "Whose Line is it Anyway?" Freaking good show; but just too tired....zzzz (sleep is GOod, man)
Start of a New Week...
Hmm, mebe Monday blues do exist? My colleagues seem to be having a bad bout of it; mebe it's due to all the stupid, inconsiderate bunch of people she has to work for...haiz...some doctors can be really stupid; they really bring the meaning of stupidity to unparalled heights.
Not feeling that great either; was rushing my work last night till 1+ am. ARGK, and i told myself that I shall not bring work home; looks like I bent the rules again. It's not a matter of choice; impossible to finish it or even start doing it at work. Just too many interruptions & stuff, I probably just get so confused with the many other things that come my way in the middle of trying to finish it. Ended up with less than 6 hrs of sleep....which partially explains my crankiness this morning; the other half is due to my abnormal brain activity (which, in my case, is perfectly normal). If I have managed to confuse you a bit, pls accept my heartiest congratulations; you have just passed the preliminary test that shows that you are as normal as the other 99.9% of the world's population. Hahaha...hmm, am getting a tad whozzy myself...
