good things come for boys who wait

i feel like i'm on a dry spell season.

it's one of those time when it seems like everybody around me is suddenly busy with something and i'm left in my own time zone. alone, with a phone that never beeps i had to make sure the message service is working.

have i taken too many ppl for granted during my happy hours?

i just know there must be something wrong in my system when i actually look forward to go to work tomorrow just to enjoy my colleagues' company.

i mean, that can't just be right. people should loathe their workplace.

like this 2 engineers who just quit this month. for our department, that was a bit too drastic. obviously they hated it there. one decided to divorce engineering and take business, while the other, well he quit after barely half a year, surely he won't be singing the company love song.

but the thing is, recently my outer associates were not the very best of a company, if you know what i mean. it's as if they were brainwashed or something, or have a sudden selective memory. for all i know, they could be singing that fob's 'thnks fr th mmrs' and i'm sure it's about me.

although i definitely don't mind being on the singing side of the microphone.

i think i must go out more. like detour a bit on the way back from work or something. i must stop getting home on time to catch a show or just to be online. this lots of talk and no play is making me a dull dull boy. the next time ppl buzz me up on saturday night asking why i'm not out, i better don't have to come up with lame excuses and feel like a loser.

ok that'll be my life plan. at least until my parents come to visit me end of this month.

one of my relatives, my father's cousin who lives nearby is getting married early next month and she invited my parents. my parents were like, 'oh good, we never attend a wedding in singapore before'.

the truth is, i always feel like i'm going back 10 years whenever i'm with them. emotionally i mean. they are parents, i will always have to act by the book. not that i'm so like a villain without their presence, it's like i have to wake up early in the morning, and have shower before 7 kind of things.

and the book also says you should not colour your hair. so i bought that black dye hair spray when i was in mustafa center the other day. only after that i sat down and realized, what the hell was i thinking? spray my hair black everytime after shower?

i am so screwed.

tomorrow we'll have our 7th round of bowling league match after work. as the captain, i'm proud to say that we're 4th in the standing now. although i'm a bit worried about tomorrow's game. i tried very hard to balance the strategy to win, and being political to let weaker member play at the same time.

win or lose, at least i'll not be alone with my phone that never beeps then.


...ed

the amazing incidents

i watched spiderman 3 at plaza singapura yesterday after work. man it's hard to get hold of the tickets, isn't it? i had to cancel the plan to watch on friday because they were sold out. can you believe that? we have like a billion cinemas here in singapore and there were still not enough.

i like the movie, entertainment wise. storyline is not so good, i think the 2nd sequel was better. it's hard not to choose doc oc over that boring cum gloomy sandman and that 'how-the-hell-you-could-become-venom' venom.

one thing i learned from spiderman 3 is that if you pray hard enough, help will fell from above.. in terms of black foreign paranormal substance that can turn you into a superhuman so you can beat your enemies to death.

of course that's in a perfect world. or at least the world where people just pray hard. in our present world, we had to bare all the difficulty ourselves.

you know i never thought stress could kill you, but apparently this local HP girl who recently died after 8 hours working non-stop on her laptop proved otherwise. to think that she consistently woke up at 3.30am and started working at 4.30am, she must be a real life superwoman.

i sincerely hope she gets the rest she deserved now.

i am so blessed that the only common thing i have with her is probably the fact that we write blogs. sometime ago i took this online test to check if i'm under stress.

do you feel stressful at work? no
do you worry about your health?
do you lose sleep thinking about something? no
do you worry about your financial capabilities? no
do you worry about your family? no...
..etc etc

ok maybe a little for that last one, if they pester me about marriage. but the fact is, it's official i'm 'understress'. come on, i took this test during working hours, how stressful could i get?

even so after our little trip to batam island last weekend. finally i can say i'm a true singaporean. PR i mean. in the end all of us could make it to the trip. and the rain chose to stop falling too! i felt like everything just fell into place.

ok maybe not totally. ok so we were kinda conned into eating expensive tourist-price nasi padang lunch after we arrived but that's ok. after all it was just like 8 dollars per person. not even enough to buy a carl's juniour set.

then 3 of us decided to go back before nightime. duh. talk about anti-climax. i mean, you paid 30 dollars for the ferry so might as well make the trip worth it, right? at least my memory of batam does not mainly based on getting conned by the nasi padang restaurant.

at night, we paid the entrance fee to the live band executive club when we as the hotel guest should get in free. still ok too. it was just 5 dollars. did i mention the band was good? the voices were good it was a pity the music was a bit too loud. this is the first time i entered a club and able recognize half the song played.

other than those small little tiny blunders, we also went to this spa on top of formosa hotel, and tried the whole body scrub massage or lulur as the local calls it. it was only 16 dollars for 1.5 hours! cheaper than bangkok.

after they massaged you apparently to loosen your skin, they put this sandy grainy substance on your skin and began scrubbing. it felt good at first, until the liquid evaporated making you feel like a piece of plywood being scrubbed by sandpaper. i was like, oh god my legs gonna get pointy skinny.

at least in the end i felt relaxed (as if i was ever stressed-out) and more importantly my skin felt a few years younger. not that i needed it, the messeurs already thought i was 27. hmmm i must be ageing a lot within these few months because just last april, this guy in tanjong pagar club thought i was 24.

i tried the locally famous avocado chocolate too. it was good, although to tell you the truth, i think the sudden headache i got after that was caused by that drink. i'm not sure how, but must be the high calories content sent the blood rush all over my head or something.

we paid this street band to play us songs, and it was good

these kids enjoyed having their photos taken while one of their brothers working

before we went back the next day, i bought myself a sk8er shirt ($10), a korean-made adidas shoes ($24) and chocolate brownie kukus ($3, which all my colleagues loved it).

see who says you need to go madagascar to have fun? after the kenya airlines nairobi-bound plane crash few days ago in africa, i'm not that eager anymore to go ahead with nairobi trip plan.

that is at least until some black foreign paranormal substance drop onto me and turn me into some kind of superhuman.


...ed

under my umbrella

i'm a bit pissed off.

i mean, we've been planning this batam trip since like forever. this is like, a meet-up since the last bbq party ages ago. when we finally managed to get a date that everyone could make it, why must there be someone that has to pull out?

i know sometimes we need to save money, need to pay car, house and perhaps feed the whole african continents, but it's batam for gods sake. how much can you spend there?

like 50 cents.

anyway, i'm still going. i'm never the one that acts depending on other people. some people may find it unbrearable eating on their own but if i'm hungry and alone, i'd rather eat by myself than ended up being alone,hungry and feeling sorry for myself.

plus, down 1 to 6 people is barely a big deal. i almost think i can end this silent treatment by sunday.

so according to plan, we'll board the ferry on saturday morning. all set and ready to go. in theory at least. i haven't pack, i haven't changed my money and everything but again, it's batam, not madagascar.

i'm just afraid that it rains this weekend. today, we had to cancel the ultimate frisbee again after it rained too last week. such a bummer. especially since i've already set my working mind to stop at 3pm.

this time the rain was even heavier, and up till late afternoon when we were supposed to depart for marina park, as if giving us message, 'so whatchu you gonna do about it??'.

talk about the weather bitch.

so no frisbee. i believe if it's not meant to be, it won't be. everything happens for a reason, that's what i learned from lost. that, and never take flight from sydney.

today during lunch, my friend informed me of singapore airlines 60th anniversary discount, which includes ticket to perth for 60 dollars. cheap right? but when i simulated the booking, apparently the taxes, fuel surcharge etc etc totalled up to 576 dollars.

where's the logic in that?

at least when phil stacey was voted out from american idol today, i felt like finally things are restored into order.

after the show i cleaned my house a bit, and mopped the floor. i'll have visitors tomorrow and i won't want them to come to a dusty and messy house. coz this is what i do, put a good show in front of people.

even if they screw me up by pulling out from our holiday plan.


...ed