I thought me reaching home at close to 1am last Saturday was late enough.
Yesterday I reached at 2.30am. Okay, my mother doesn't know but I guess she will read this and find out for herself.
Anyway, we spent the whole time at Platinum Lounge. At least I think that is the name of the place. A nice quiet pub at Downtown East where you can play pool and watch soccer (or F1, like last night).
The gathering was a belated one to mark Ling's 22nd birthday.
Man, are we all getting OLD.
Apparently it's been a long time since I hung out with them for such a long period of time. Ohh.. Des came along too, I must give him credit. But then again with such a mad bunch it's difficult not to have a good time :)
For instance, Ling thought of this damn enjoyable card game where we targetted him like siao, although we were well on our way into the game that he realised we had been targetting him all the time.
Depending on which poker card you opened, you get different 'situations'.
Like for example if you got a 7, you start a rhyme, and then the next person and thereafter all have to rhyme.
HAHAHAHA.. Okay I admit some of the rhymes here are not suitable to be posted. But at the beginning when we were all trying to understand the game, it was hilarious.
I remember it was Janet who got to start the rhyme and she said: I like to drive.
So the next person has to construct a sentence that rhymes with Drive right?
Wilson continued it with a: It gets me high.
Whoa, everyone smacked their palms on the table and asked him: Drive and High where got rhyme?
He insisted he did.
We insisted he drink.
Hilarious.
Oh but that wasn't the first. The earlier rhyme which we did was funny too.
"I have a duck"
"I killed it for good luck"
"I am very jia lat"
*Buzzer sounded. Zixiang had to drink...
HAHAHHAA..
Then there was the coverted Ace card that everyone wanted to pick up (and sabo Ling).
If you got an Ace it meant you could create a new rule. For example, the rule we first created was that Ling has to suck on a piece of ice everytime any of us had to drink (due to penalty).
Now there were some penalties that involved everyone having to take 2 sips from their cup, at first we insisted that Ling had to take a ice cube for every single person that drank, but since it was physically impossible to put 10 pieces of ice cube into one's mouth, we let him off lightly.
Not before the next rule was that he had to stand up while biting the ice cube.
By the time the 3rd ace was uncovered, every time someone had to drink, he had to bite a piece of ice, stand up, shake his arse, and then sit down again.
He was against this 'personal targetting'.. as he called it, but we made it so that anyone from our table who stands up has to shake his arse.
This made NONE OF US dare to get up and go to the toilet while that particular game was in play.
It was a hilarious sight.
Everytime he stood up we laughed loudly that we were without a doubt the loudest group in the small pub.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:59 am
Nanny Here!!
Sunday, September 21, 2008
'Needing someone is like needing a parachute; if he isn't there the first time you need him, chances are you won't be needing him again.'
The above is just another quote that we always type in Type Racing.
They're not all serious and dead-boring. Some of them make you laugh as you type!!
I wanted to talk abit more about my new job, without, of course, telling you all which company. Those of you who already know which co. it is, good for you.
Not that there's anything bad about the company to begin with.
It was nice in the sense that they are not... messy... HAHAHA... I don't think there are many companies who can be as messy as.. well.. you know...
Proper systems are in place.
But I would like to add that this job I have, they didn't give me P&C stuffs to do because, well.. it IS P&C.. so generally my job was like a nanny.
Seriously.
I make sure the first aid kit is stocked up with those medicines we all will need... I ensure that everyone's favourite brand of coffee (Nescafe Intense!!) has ample stock... I nag the suppliers if they haven't been dutifully sending over the bottled water for our pantry every week (by which I have to say I am absolutely amazed by the amount of water consumed. It's like they drink water ALL the time...)
Basically anyone that needs anything, I have to get it for them.
Interesting isn't it.
One thing I like, however, was this fantastic window view of nowhere in particular. The window was facing United Square, but that wasn't important. It's been ages since I actually worked so high up in a building, considering my previous workplace was actually only four-storeys high (and every morning and lunchtime we had to climb the stairs!!).
And since I told you one thing I like.. here's one thing I hate: the lift.
I hated the lifts ever since the first time I went for the interview. Not that it's dark, not that it looks eerie or haunted. It looks just like any ordinary lift actually.. except for the movement.
It seems like I am the only one who feels like this but I hate it whenever the lift stops. I mean, moving-wise it feels okay but when it stops let's say we take from the ground floor and it stops at my desired level... the feeling is like, for awhile, the lift feels like it has 'dropped'...
You know.. the butterflies in your stomach type of feeling. Gosh I hate it!
Every single the time I take the lift, I hope that it straightaway goes to the desired level and doesn't stop halfway. Not easy if you're coming down to the ground floor from our office level. Not easy either if you're going up to the office level from the ground floor since their carpark is situated on the 7th floor and people always enter by there and go up to their offices (so it stops 2 more times then it should!!).
Oh.. and abit out of nowhere to end this post since I haven't talked about it, I could get Shreky to eat out of my hand!! Okay, more like eat out of my finger. Not easy I tell you!! I failed so many times already.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:20 pm
Let us not misunderstand what courage really is...
Saturday, September 20, 2008
The absence of fear is the courage of the mad. Doing what is right in the presence of fear, is the courage of the noble.
Heck... I'm so INTO Type Racing right now. It's an application on Facebook that I can play the whole d*mn day!!!!
It involves you racing (live!) with other users. Winner gets the most prize money. And with this money you earn, you can go get new flashier cars.
You may drive a Ferrari. You may drive a Toyota Yaris, but end of the day it's the typing speed that matters.
So imagine when a Toyota Yaris actually runs FASTER than the Ferrari. What. A. Joke.
It's a Ferrari F360, mind you. Most of you know it as the Ferrari Modena. Or, most of you, like me, would remember it as the Ferrari in that credit card commercial where they played the stationary engine sounds on the TV commercial.
The one in Type Racing is a black colour one, and boy is it a really good-looking babe.
Looking at it makes me drool. I must admit that I wanted to go for the F360 upon first setting eyes on it. It was love at first sight (as with many other objects of my desire).
I settled for a good ol' Rolls Royce instead. A coupe called Drophead Coupe. I thought it pretty reminds me of the word 'drop dead' though... what a weird name from such a prestigious brand!
Anyway, I thought I should mention that I only reached home at almost 1am in the morning. It's been a long time since I last went home so late, moreover, recalling back, it must have been the first time I actually went home after midnight for the year of 2008!
What a goody-two-shoes I am!!
We had sent Hany off last night. She was flying to Liverpool, alone, with 2 pieces of luggage weighing more than 38kg, not to mention two other hand-carry luggage plus her own handbag.
Goodness. I wonder how she is going to handle all that. I hope her friend is on time to meet her at the airport. The total weight of those luggages could easily exceed my weight!
It was another tearful farewell as with all other friends that we had sent off. You see, it's like you're never going to know when you will see that friend again whenever you send someone off overseas to study.
It's like... how should I say, easily enough, a person could fall in love with tne foreign country and then want to stay there. So it sort of feels like the last time you will ever see that friend again as a real authentic Singaporean. Sure we'd see each other again sooner or later, probably less than a year later down the road, but then it'd be a fleeting home visit before the person goes back.
But whatever it is, as long as it makes you happy and you think it's appropriate, do whatever you want (make sure its legit, please).
I thought it was really nice to meet up with everyone again though. People whom I haven't seen in a thousand years.
Yixuan (I keep forgetting her name larrrrr!!)... Yunru... Yuankai.... Siyuen.. Yuenloong... Hanyang... Chowei... Even Lionel too, that arse didn't invite me to his party so I crashed it after we went to Changi Airport.
HAHAHA!!
Needless to say, I'm feeling SUPER old. SUPER. OLD.
Gawd. I hate it.
Siyuen cried only after Hany entered the .. omg.. what do you call those... You know, the part where they stamp your passport? Chowei, as usual, was the big brother who is an excellent consoling figure.
He told her "Why is it that everytime we have to cry when we send people off. It's a happy thing.."
(Siyuen continues sniffing.)
Chowei: "Actually I didn't tell you guys but I'm flying off today as well... Bye!!" He said as he waved both his hands to us while walking backwards (and moving nearer to that policeman who checks your passport before letting you through).
I told him to quit it in case that policeman really whacked him and then Yuenloong narrated a scene where the policeman used a taser on him and mimicked a supposed Chowei's reaction "Please *zzzzaaaaaaaa* I won't *zzzzaaaaa* do it again!! *zzzzaaaaa*...
HAHAHAHA
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 2:25 pm
Do Not Confess!!!
Sunday, September 14, 2008
When I was young, I said something really silly.
I had the unavoidable chickenpox outbreak then. I was in Primary 1. Or 2. Either one.
I hope you remember how chickenpox was like. Bumps everywhere. I still remembered my first few chickenpox were spotted around my belly button (ya! Of all places!!).
I purposely scratched and poked at a particular one. Actually, particular two chicken poxes (1 was poked. 1 was scratched).
As a result, till this very day, I still have the two scars right near my belly button. So, if you are a young kid or an old person who haven't had the chicken pox yet, I warn you, STAY AWAY from the itchy bumps however itchy they may be.
Anyway, since I was not able to go to school, I stayed at home the whole entire day doing nothing, watching TV (I remembered they had some sort of Aerobics lesson at 9am every weekday morning).
Of course, watching people workout somehow felt very nice. I was just lying down lazing on my parents' bed while watching the hardworking people exercising (and assuming that the TV audience was following them).
Other than that, I would stare at the itchy bumps. I had enough lotion bathed all over me to stop the itch and one day I told my mum while pointing to my leg "Mummy, this chicken pox is the NICEST among all of the rest!" It was, you know. I can vaguely recall how it looks like. Some chickenpox bumps were uneven or of a very ugly shape, but that particular one was very round and nice. I have a thing for rounded stuff, especially pebbles, a FAT-LOOKING Chubby who turned out to be not very chubby.... a puffed-up Joon Joon, though if Shreky or the Finches puffed up to a pingpong ball, I would get worried instead because it would mean that they are sick.
She lightly smacked my hand and said "Shhh.. Don't say that."
"Why not?" I asked.
"Say liao it will become very itchy and you will end up scratching and scarring it!"
Old wives tale. I'm sure we've all had our fair share of superstitions.
And no, to answer your lingering question, I left that bump very alone in order to prove my mother wrong. Very soon, I recovered in about a week's time and the bump faded off to my dismay. It just got smaller, smaller, and smaller, and then disappeared altogether.
Talking about old wives' tale.. I have known some people to be very very... modern, but when it comes to certain superstition they stand strongly by it.
For example, pointing at the moon (or was it full moon?) will cause you to get a cut on your ear.
The first time I heard of such a thing was in primary school. Probably between 7 or 8 years old. Our form teacher, Ms. Priscilla Too (I ACTUALLY REMEMBERED!) had told us that when she was young, her neighbour had done the same (he was a little boy, around her age too) and his ear got cut.
Now at first, I was horrified. Like, what.... the whole ear dropped off? As in whole ear got cut off? But our teacher soon explained that it was just a slight cut.
Now, I may be only 7 or 8 but I thought that was such total bull sh*t. Like, immediately point, immediately get a cut meh?
Even 5 year old will not buy that.
I asked more realistic questions like, what if you didn't mean to point at the moon? Like, you just happen to have a finger sticking up e.g. wearing your shirt and your hands go through one of the sleeves first and it was a moonlit night.. Apparently the adults ignored my question.
More recently, this superstition was replayed to me when someone told me that he/she believed strongly in this particular saying about something happening to your ear if you pointed at the moon.
"Did he get a cut on his ear too?" I asked.
"Nope." was the reply. "It was worse. An accident happened that left one ear deaf."
Whoa. That was bad. I kinda forgot who told me about it. If it's you, please let me know so I can acknowledge you in this post.
Next I want to share with you some food-related stuff.
I feel like I'm living in heaven whenever it's lunchtime at work. Spoilt for choices as to what food should I eat. And get this, there is this fruit juice stall near us that only sells fruit juice at a MERE $1.50!
WHERE ELSE IN SINGAPORE CAN YOU GET THAT?
As a result, my creative cells come into action once lunch finishes and we walk back to the office, because we are bound to stop by at this particular store to get our daily fruity boost.
One day it could be Avocado juice (sounds disgusting? But I'm telling you this sh*t tastes blardy GOOD!)... another day it could be strawberry milk.. and then when I'm feeling bored and uncreative, I'd order the usual honeydew juice or rockmelon juice (not ideal to keep for long because the tastes changes 180 degrees once the ice has melted and all).
There are of course places that I haven't tried but will probably do so before my 3-month stint here is up. There is a little Korean place located across the office block. 3 stores away, it is another Jap food place with reasonable pricing. Further down was a cool-looking salon that I would probably try one day since Des is always late when picking me up from work.
I dont' blame him though. The downside of Novena area is that traffic is a killer. Plus, in the morning, there is a $2.00 ERP charge that deters me from driving to work already. Yup, I take public transport everyday. Well, almost, unless I was running late due to my kick ass blister.
Talk about Kick Ass... few stores away from that salon that I will try soon, is a quaint ice-cream place that I felt was really funny (check out the signboard on the left).
Even the name of the shop makes me laugh already. No doubt one day I will try their Vanilla ice cream, HAHAHA...
And since we are on to sweet things, here's something even sweeter. Check out what we chanced upon at the Plaza Hotel. Is it call Plaza Hotel ar? Plaza Hotel on Scotts. Somethingggg like that. It's the hotel right beside DFS Galleria lah!
A LIFE-SIZED model of a F1 car... no big deal right? ... but... get this... the entire blardy thing is made from.........
CHOCOLATE
Okay, now that I've seen the photo.. it's Royal Plaza on Scotts. Weird how they like to name things these days. They may as well call it like... Chicken Plaza on Drugs.
HAHAHAHA... Okay, okay, don't make fun. Just in case next time I become towkay neo of some random food outlet and have to name all my branches Something on Something. Peanut Butter on Bread. HAHAHAHHA
Oh yea, I read 8 days mag the other day, they were making fun of the movie called Bangkok Dangerous. The one that stars Nicolas Cage.
I thought it was really funny that they made suggestions to sequels of that show with some titles such as, Singapore Expensive, Malaysia Confused, Indonesia Hazy.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:17 pm
Being A Bird...
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Thought this video was quite funny. They interview some domestic pets about birds, and interview some birds about BEING birds.
Haha.. I found their British accent very funny though... my fave is the two little botak baby birds.
I've also learnt something from a friend of mine, Lemon. Of course, that's not his real name but we all just call him that since our Gunbound days.
Well, when I asked whether he was attached, he told me he was from the SALAD club.
'What's that?'... Yea, that was my reaction too.
He explained: Single, Available, Lonely And Desperate.
HAHAHAHHAHAHA.. I thought that was pretty good!!!
If you like the previous one (I didn't find it very understandable because sometimes the accent is too strong..).. but this one is better.
HILARIOUS!!!!!!!!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 2:15 pm
A Bunch of Cute Pix
Saturday, September 06, 2008
I know updating has gone terribly SLOWWWW.... Blame it on the new job although I now officially work half an hour less than the previous. It's a 9-6 job. That's weird right? I thought jobs were supposed to be called 9 to 5? Apparently Singaporeans are such workaholics.
When you hardly have time to blog, the best is to just put up photos!!!
Yang Yang likes to pose with my box fan!!!
My finches are now a couple!!! I caught the male doing a mating dance to the female (at which mum asked, "how the heck you know what their mating dance is like!?!?")
This is an example I found on youtube:
Anyway, I've noticed that ever since my male did that mating dance thing, the female has allowed him to sleep in the coverted coconut husk inside the cage. Previously the female absolutely refuses to let him in it, at all, and would hurriedly push him out of it if he tries to get in.
She would even chase him out of it if he goes in while she's outside. It was quite sad whenever I feed Chubby at night to see the poor little male sleeping outside on the swing alone while the female rests safely and more comfortably inside the husk.
But ever since that little dance he did for her, he was allowed to go into the husk to sleep. I don't take photos of them while they are sleeping although I have to add that they sleep like pigs!
New birds tend to sleep later then they would in order to keep a lookout on their new environment for possible night predators. Not these two!
On the first night I walked past their cage noisily because I thought it was better to purposely wake them up noisily rather than only have them wake up in a very disturbing way when they realise me standing so near to their cage with my dog.
However, no matter how Joon screamed at me (she hates it when I on the light suddenly at night), or how I did LOUD noises like clicking my tongue and whistling right in front of their cage, they did not wake up!!!
They had their heads firmly placed on their backs, between their wings and probably stayed in this position until the sun rose the next morning.
Wow. What alot I typed instead. Here's a picture of them after they got together. It was very obvious because even when standing on the perch, they rest side-by-side. How sweet!!!
And what about that random cute photo of Chubby that I take every once in a while!?
And last but not least, this photo was delayed. I had promised to take a pic of it LAST YEAR... Remember there was a period of time I had gone a little gaga over cute things? Many of you probably remember my super duper unforgettable char siew bao earrings!!!
Yea, I had people telling me that they saw my earrings and got really hungry, hahahaha!! Leave my ears alone man!!!
Anyway, this was from that same pushcart store at Fu Lu Shou Complex, but I think they have already moved to another location because I haven't seen them these past few months.
A ultra cute satay display!!!
I assure you the real thing looks much better. Probaby because of the fluorescent lights, the shiney stuff (glue, probably) covering/protecting the little models was a tad too obvious.
You have to give the creator of this item ALOT of credit. It's a really tiny little thing. I put the item onto my palm and took another pic just for all of you to comprehend how small the thing actually was...
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:06 am
Birthdays (Dad's and Mine)
Monday, September 01, 2008
I just got my birthday photos from Mum!!! It was just a tiny gathering back at my home whereby Dad displayed his never-ending sense of humour... by drawing a face on a piece of leaf that had coincidentally had two 'eyes' eaten out by whatever bug it was...
And.....
Des was no better. His idea of a joke was to buy me this little cake, although I absolutely DETEST cake. Yucks. Yucks. Especially CREAM CAKES!! YUCKSSSS..... EEEE....
Thankfully, at first bite, I realised with pure bliss that it was NOT cream! It's made of egg whites!!!! Like those meringues sweet snacks.... *droolz*.. I can still remember sinking my teeth (actually I don't need teeth to eat this, probably explains why Ah Gong enjoyed it so much) into the soft fresh cake along with all the not-too-sweet egg whites... ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR....
Let me show you a picture of one of the presents that my Jie Meis gave me for my birthday although I had already put up a photo of it before already (Previously, Chubby took a photo with it and he doesn't look too pleased posing with the pillow).
Why I said it was ONE of the presents was because there ought to be another present that they bought inside. A mousepad. A very nice mousepad!!!!!
(See the plastic bag on my left? The mousepad was supposed to be inside!!!)
Jo, never one to let a wrong go unnoticed, jumped straight into action called the shop and made alot of noise. The shop then asked why we took such a long time to notice. Hello... You give people present doesn't mean people open it in front of you ma. And people take home to open the present, people also will say that "I loved it! Thank you!!"... How the two ladies know that I didn't get the mousepad!
It was only one day when we were chatting when Jo asked about the mousepad that we all realised the shop's mistake.
The above photo was taken within 1 minute after I opened the present and further confirms that the shop really didn't put ANYTHING into the clear plastic bag as so they claimed.. Like.... Please lah. Who can miss out a mousepad in a CLEAR plastic bag?
I'm not angry because I didn't receive it. I'm just angry on behalf of the two ladies because I can imagine the frustration that the item they spent the time to look for, the effort to choose, and the money they spent on something that had 'disappeared' into thin air.
When we offered to go down and collect the item they forgot to put in and wrap up, their reply:
1) They claimed that the particular design we purchased was out of stock. We purposely went down a few days later to take a sneak peek and Jo saw the exact design that the shop CLAIMED was out of stock. Liars. Blardy liars.
2) They 'GENEROUSLY' *cough cough* offered a 20% discount should we go back and purchase the mousepad again. Kiss my . . . DOG'S ass lar... You think we are dumb enough to pay 180% for the SAME mousepad that YOUR STAFF DID NOT PUT IN?
PS: My dear audience please bear with me. I know I spoke about this incident recently on the 11th August 2008 post entitled My Posts Suck (Whahahaha!!) but then when I chanced upon the above photo that my mother took for me right after I unwrapped the presents, my anger built up again and I just had to let it out!!
3) Anyway, here's what I didn't state in my previous post okay? The shop's location!!! It is located at the basement of Raffles City. Shop name made up of 12 alphabets of which the first three is A.N.T.........
4) I'm not saying don't go visit the shop because I admit with great DISpleasure that they have very nice products (albeit expensive). I'm just saying that should you purchase anything, you better be careful because they might just charge you and don't put the thing inside the bag!
There, let me slowly end this post with a few photos from Dad's birthday.
Oh come on, admit it. EVERYBODY loves Kilo.
Rare familiy pic. Hahaha!!
Oh and I forgot to add, Yang Yang is huge now. He's so blardy cute I tell you!! Though abit too hyperactive but judging from the way I see him probably about 5x a year or just a little bit more, I guess it is okay.
I have to admit it was extremely tiring for Des and I to run after him. That little fella tries to play with everything that he can get his hands on!
Things like my box fan, my make-up pouch, and then he stepped on Chubby's dead dog ticks (before I could clear it) and as his little feet ran about my room, it left a little trail of dots all around. I thought at first he was injured or something.
You see, he had once broke a flower vase at my Ah Yi's house. It was swept up quickly (while the adults were shouting him not to move) but a particular piece of glass had already made a minor cut to one of his little toes. It was only after we wondered why were there blood stains on the floor that we traced it to his injury. And Yang himself didn't even know about it!!!
So this time I made sure it wasn't because he kicked anything else in my room. I asked him to sit down and show me his feet. Thankfully, the blood really belonged to a tick. I still wanted to test his reaction so I asked him in Mandarin: Tong bu tong? (does it hurt?)...
He replied: Tong!
So I tickled his feet inside and he kept smiling and ran away!
Yea, the thing about Yang is he KEEPS SMILING. He doesn't laugh or giggle or such. He just smiles NON-STOP. Even when he broke the flower vase that night he was smiling away so nobody had the heart to scold him (if it was me when I was young, I'd probably get whacked!!).
Because of his unexplained infatuation with my Box Fan, I will upload a picture that I took of him together with the fan. Yes, he has a knack for posing for the camera. A future talent in the making!!!
One thing I like, however, was this fantastic window view of nowhere in particular. The window was facing United Square, but that wasn't important. It's been ages since I actually worked so high up in a building, considering my previous workplace was actually only four-storeys high (and every morning and lunchtime we had to climb the stairs!!). 
