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Monday, March 27, 2006

Fun at Work

Last week spelt the last day of the term for us and the kids, except of course sickly me had got make up lessons this coming Saturday and Sunday. Hence, 2nd April marks the last day for me at the company. This would indeed be the very last term for me.

Now I know all you friends would go “FINALLY!” coz each time you people meet up with me, I would always be rushing down from work with big bag of materials to be done and be forever late. Or else then, I would be unable to make it for so many gatherings and little meet up sessions. Online, I would shush you all up when I’m typing all my reports and stuff till nobody wants to msn me anymore. Then you all would constantly ask,” When are you gonna quit?” and I would reply, “Soon.” And you all would just laugh it off and say, “You have been saying this each time we meet you.”

Hey! Now it’s not all talk. Action has been taken. Woo Hoo!

Many pleasant people left the company this term. Sobz…

Our favourite Uncle Chua who always helps us to deliver things and sometimes giving us a lift to the other branch.

Marni, the very sweet and gentle customer service girl.

This whole week has been fun. We had our “corporate” (nothing is really corporate in this company) lunch on Wednesday at hh. It was also the last time I would see my sl colleagues.

So here goes the photos…

Food spread

The three teachers who are leaving…

Me and LV dua tao

HS and LV

EM and LV

Farewell gifts from hh colleagues… Kinokuniya Privilege cards (3 of us love to read)and tank tops and bag.

Very good frenz! Dunno where did that HS go… the 4 of us used to hang out together a lot. WY don't miss us too much k?

Mentor Mentee shot 2006… 2005 and 2004 shots all in dua tao's camera leh… Send me!

AG (another dua tao) and me

Raine (our new centre leader) and me

The ladies in white that day

Us and the not so “old” teachers.
All very nice, crazy and fun people too!

The lunch kakis

The 2 years old team at hh

The "5C factory"

Me and RC, my evil twin.... Every new person in the company never fails to get the both of us mixed up. Sometimes, our students too. Why? Check out our back view...

Similar eh? K la.. I know we look like female ghosts in this photo.

MP, me and HU

Hopped over to the other branch…

Elsie and me

Susie and me... my 38 and kpo buddy at sl

HY and me

Us and Cat

On Friday, I spent a bomb on my meals. Lunch at fiesta. Dinner at Din Tai Fung and desserts at Bakerzin.

Lunch at Fiesta.... Yummy...The whole set cost about $11.

Check out the delectable cakes.

Us at Bakerzin

Hh colleagues, I'm not able to upload the photos on multiply right now as there is some kinda error. Will do so after Bintan's trip. See you all there!

FYI: I'll be away at Bintan from 28th til 30th March. Will only be bringing my main line there. SMS me, don't call.


Thursday, March 16, 2006

Can anyone teach me how to puke?

This is my latest msn nick.

My most innovative reply:

"I think drinking tequila is the preferred preparation..." -chris

Thanx friends... for all the suggestions. =)

I haven't eaten dinner till now. I've got no appetite. I feel nauseous again. I've been feeling that way on and off the whole day and it sux. It really SUX! I've got nothing to puke out at all. Had cup noodles, unfinished fish soup and one yoghurt bar the whole damn day. I can feel my worms gnawing away at my intestinal walls. I'm really very hungry now but I just don't have the appetite to eat.

P/S: I'm unable to reply to comments right now. An error window keeps popping up. And I just realised I haven't been replying to comments lately. Will do so soon.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

39.6°C… Any higher you would be talking to an idiot.

Monday 13th March 2006… Burnt brain

I lay on my germs-infested bed sheets, breaking out in cold sweat even though the air con was at full blast. My sheets, pillowcases and comforter were soaked in virulent perspiration, as I remained bedridden.

At that time, I didn’t know I was running a temperature. I kept waking up every now and then to look at my hp clock as I was supposed to go for tuition in the evening. I simply thought I was being lazy and catching up on sleep. Late morning turned into afternoon. Afternoon turned into late afternoon. At the final hour I decided to pluck myself up from bed, I realized to my horror that I could not get up.

I used every energy left in me and forced myself up. This had to be more than sheer laziness and lethargy. I searched the whole house for a thermometer. It was no use crying out to anyone for no one was at home. I walked with a stagger and could not see anything but pink. WTF! Three thermometers in the house and not one could be found? I could not walk further and tumbled on the floor. For that split second, I held a short Q & A session with the Man up there.

Why are you punishing me again?

There was no answer.

If I die now, would my insurance claim be enough for my parents?

No answer.

Could you tell me where the thermometer is?

Still no answer.

Heck, it was all Qs no As.

Then as if He pitied me, he gave me enough strength and wisdom to uproot my butt from the floor and made my way back to my freezing bedroom. I opened my drawer and there it was.

A thermometer!

Praise the Lord!


I almost died of delirium when I saw that figure. I had to cancel tuition again.

I think I’ve been sick so often that my parents do not give a hoot about me anymore. Mum scolded me for blasting the air con (which I swear I didn’t. I did not touch the control ever since she switched on my air con in the morning.). She also nagged at the top of her voice for me to eat dinner, which reminded me that I hadn’t eaten anything for the whole day.

Although my tummy felt very empty, I had no appetite. All I wanted to do was to sleep.


I dragged myself out of bed, sat at the kitchen table and felt groggy. I showed them the thermometer.

“Wah! Very high hor? Later remember to take wet towel and sponge her leh,” said mum to dad.

Realizing I would not be able to eat, I made my way back into my room.

Mum continued nagging and this time my dad joined in by persuading me to eat. I asked if they could bring the porridge into my room and she said,

“You think you are princess huh?”

I guess I was, for the next moment; she indeed brought the porridge in. I had no strength to hold the bowl and decided to wait for kh to drop me a visit after work and feed me.

Mum came in with ginseng drink and nagged at me for the umpteenth time when I took a sip and pushed it away.

My tummy rumbled and churned. I felt a wave of nausea. Still I slept on. All I could yearn for was carrot juice.


Kh came with carrot juice. This time, I could not get up on my own. I felt like Morrie. Dissipated energy. Useless muscles. Kh helped me to sit up and arranged my pillows till I was in the right posture to eat.

After one spoon, I pushed the disgusting-bought-from-outside-porridge away and requested for my carrot juice.

Ahh… Sipping carrot juice from a straw in bed felt like the most heavenly thing a sick gal could do.

Then I requested for some plain porridge with lots of soup. Dad had to cook it especially for me. After a few mouthfuls, I pushed that away too. Kh said I was being such a brat as I’ve wasted my dad’s efforts. He also said I should not be lying in bed the whole day or my muscles would become more limp. He suggested that I walk around the house for a little while to get some exercise. I decided to walk to the loo. It was then that I realized I haven’t been to the loo the whole damn day. I was disgusted by what I saw in the mirror. I looked totally impoverished. Bedraggled hair soaked with sweat, jaundiced face with a layer of grime on it such that I could scratch it off, puffy single eyelids, and scaly bleeding lips. I was surprised kh wasn’t appalled by my disheveled appearance.


For the next two hours, I continued sleeping while kh sponged me. He said I stank big time but he still loves me. A guy who could utter those words out after seeing how scruffy his gal looks is certainly one sweet guy.

Tuesday 14th March 2006… Diarrhoea Day


I awoke feeling so much better. I felt so disgusted by my bed sheets and pillow cases that I immediately peeled them off, threw them into the washing machine and added loads of soap powder and softener. Just then I felt my tummy churning and rushed for the loo.

This happened two more times and the only stuff I’ve consumed the day before was a few spoons of porridge, a mouthful of ginseng drink and a whole can of carrot juice. I’m definitely ejecting more than what I’ve consumed.

When I found that I might have the strength to stand up for long, I decided to take a good shower. Mum forbade me to do so but her words fell on deaf ears.

Served me right for not listening.

The smell of soap and shampoo was nauseating. I squatted down to puke but nothing came out. Of course nothing came out! Whatever was supposed to come out has already taken the other way out. Few more muscle spasms but still no puke later, I felt better and could hang out my sheets to dry.

A wave of nausea swept me again. I tried to induce vomit but nothing came out. I had to eat something in order for something to come out. I tried eating bread, taking a dainty morsel and trying very hard to swallow it. I slowly washed it down with milk and the whole process carried on till I’ve finished half a slice. My stomach churned and I rushed for the loo again.

And again… and again.

I spent the bulk of the whole day camping outside the loo.


Feeling like a useless piece of junk, I decided to get some work done and realized I’ve not brought any work home to do. I ended up in front of the TV watching AXN. I tried to eat something. I ate a packet of mamee and felt like puking again. I fumbled about for my vomit medicine from last time and was soon drifting off to sleep.

Dinner that day was my first proper meal. Although the portion of rice was only a quarter of what I usually eat, it was a huge improvement in appetite.

At night, I went to see my family doctor. She could not tell what in the world was wrong with me. I got all my tummy related tablets and an mc.

Maybe it is gastric flu. It could be some air borne virus. It could also be the food that you eat. Are you still working at that children place? Maybe they passed some virus to you.

And may I suggest that all clinics install some beds other than chairs in the waiting area? Some people may fall while sleeping on the chair you know.

Wednesday 15th March 2006… MC day

I awoke feeling extremely hungry and went to find kh. We had lunch and he fetched me to hh as I needed to bring back some work to do. Maybe because I was rushing too much and walking too fast (as he was late for work) that all my sickness began to plague me again.

I went home intending to do my work, only to end up lying on my bed. In fact, I woke up not too long ago.

Drank some sour plum juice to curb the nauseous feeling so I could tuck into my dinner peacefully. Mum cooked my favourite mee sua for dinner but I could not finish it. I’ve stopped taking the vomit medicine to allow myself to puke. The medicine seemed to be stopping the food from spewing out of my mouth and I felt like there is something stuck somewhere between my chest and stomach. Please let me puke something out so I’ll feel better.

In these 3 days of illness, I’m glad that I’ve not experienced any headaches so far and I thank God for that.

Time to do some work now.

Monday, March 06, 2006

Fab Feb

The month of February whizzed past like nobody’s business. Before I could bid it goodbye, I had to welcome the arrival of March.

I spent the past few weeks remodelling my social life. Every non-tuition nights were spent zipping off from work to meet up with friends. My colleagues commented that I was even busier than when my bf was in town. Haha… What to do? Friends are very important to me and I find that I’ve neglected a good deal of them with my current job. I have also been spending a lot of non-work time with my hh colleagues, as very soon, we won’t be able to do that anymore (shall probably write about it when the time is ripe).

I met up with so many good pals, one of whom I haven’t seen for 2 years. My gosh!

Met up with kwan. We had a lot to catch up for 2 years worth of updates. I’m truly happy for him now. He’s finally studying and pursuing what he loves – art; and I sincerely wish him all the best in his love life. =)

We had our informal colleagues alumni buffet dinner at The Square in Furama Riverside Hotel.

The "older", more "senior" and "out of the company" colleagues from the different branches gather.

hs, me, lian, em, wy

Met up with tf too. If I remember correctly, we haven’t seen each other for a year. We kept suggesting meeting up with our bfs since we are all so easy-going people but up till date, it has not materialize.

tf and me

a very sweet pic of raine

Raine was there as we went to look for wedding bands together. Turned out that the 2 of them could hit it off quite well. Tf and me were in the learning of choosing wedding bands. Oh yes, we also made our debut at Cartier and it was cheap thrill taking the internal elevator (ok cheap thrill at least for me =P)

raine, tf, me

Met up with good pal evan.

We had sooooo much to talk about but so little time that we just had to meet up again to finish our updates as well as to have a wild time… to temporarily put problems away.

In the meantime, I met up with good pals from primary school, zann and geral. No photo taken that day as both of them were in “la sup” attire and homely mood with their specs on.

This was taken in December.

Sorry I could not really talk much that night as I had been talking too much the past few days. But hey I make a good listener.

It’s evan n me again!

We were looking for pretty backdrops so off to Spotlight we went. Love all the colourful ribbons!

Posing with our favourite ribbon

Initial plan was to stay sober for evan while she got high at dblo, head off to zouk and drag her home thereafter. Plan B was for both of us to get high at dblo (what’s new?), head off to zouk and worry about going home later. Impromptu plan was that I had only 1 shot less than her and bungled both plans.

We had tequila shot, tequila sunrise, tequila shot, tequila shot, tequila shot, tequila shot… till I had to ask the bartender what other shots are good. Had 1 liquid blue and 1 final tequila shot and I was standing alone somewhere near the bar while that crazy gal went to get her last shot. By then we were laughing and grooving like siao, uttering nonsense and exchanging “fuck yous” with each other and laughing like siao again.

Few shots after

I can’t recall how many times we went to the loo. Each time we pop a shot, we went to the loo.. haha... We might as well be pouring shots straight into the toilet bowl. The next moment she went to the loo, I was plonking my whole self on the comfy red couch which allowed 2 Korean guys to befriend us. Korean guys are real gentlemen. They got us bottled "evian" ("evian" is "naive" spelt backwards) water and did not try anything funny.

God knows when that crazy gal took my hp, scrolled my address book, called my sisters and a few of my good friends. Unlucky joel picked up the phone and goodness knows what she said. She must had exaggerated and over intensified the whole scene because the next moment, he was there to pick me up.

Thanx joel, for picking me up, enduring my beatings, spoiling your glasses and listening to my nonsense. No thanx for thwarting my plans to go zouk.

Recently, my hh colleagues all got arty farty and became culture vultures. We went to the Esplanade to catch Exploding Rice. The performance “entices audiences [sic] to dismantle psychological constructs and be seduced by alternate realities”. Unfortunately, I found it so abstract that I refused to mistreat my brain cells interpreting it.

We had more fun watching a live band performance thereafter and snapping photos.

The awesome foursome

A test shot to pose with numbers 0-5. Look at their fingers.

Posing from 1-9. I was 8.

Putting our expertise into use… Telekinesis

The nation's pride and joy: One side of "the durian"

It does look quite pretty here.

There was a day when I did not have any plans to meet up with friends. I’ve been enjoying myself so much that I’ve quite forgotten about kh. I felt bad and decided to drop by his house after work even though he wasn’t in town. I also thought that I should xiao4 jing4 his parents. It turned out that his parents weren’t at home and both his brothers were sleeping, leaving me stranded outside his house for a while, as the helper was afraid of opening the door. After she finally saw it was me, she opened the door with a smile. I passed to her the snacks and took off without a clue of what to do next. Luckily xtina was all ready to meet up for dinner. Although we just met last month, it was cool to have company just when I needed it. We updated each other on our jobs; my love-hate relationship with it, and her hate-hate relationship with it. Hypocritical me was advising her to endure while me myself could not endure it anymore. Hey but if she endures for a 4 more months, her pay will be a whooping $3K ++. It’s a whole lot of difference.

Finally found somebody with the right schedule to catch Brokeback Mountain with me. It was cool coz I thought I was the only one in the world who had not caught it yet.

elvin and me

Probably the most uncool people on earth not to have caught Brokeback

I was dying to watch it but those who had not caught it did not want to watch it with me since they have the dvd. (snorts at those pirates). I thought I could appreciate such shows but sad to say, I didn’t quite enjoy it.

Advocates for the show would say it’s a beautiful yet tragic love story between 2 guys, a love epic, an emotional masterpiece etc etc etc. Detractors argue it is an ostensibly gay cowboy melodrama.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for gays and lesbians and in fact I’ve known a few of them. I am neither an advocate nor a detractor. Maybe because it was so critically acclaimed and hyped about that I was holding a much higher expectation of it. Maybe because everyone thinks I’m an artsy person, I can empathise with the characters and were urging me not to miss the show. Hence subconsciously, I was preparing myself for a fabulous heartbreaking movie.

I simply could not appreciate its painfully slow pace. I could not understand how their love blossomed. I was not moved. I did not cry at scenes when people cry. It is beautifully shot yet when I look at those idyllic sceneries, I feel a sense of sorrow (Ok this is what it’s supposed to be right?). Heck the sceneries moved me more than the love story per se.

Overall, I find the show over hyped for its social significance. I was sms-ing 4 people at once during the whole show while elvin was zzz away. We simply could not appreciate the true essence of the show. I almost felt guilty for not praising the show.

On the Friday that just passed, a bunch of hh colleagues and friends went to catch The VAGINA Monologues.

It was slightly different from Eve Ensler’s. Firstly, it involves more people. Some scenes were cut and some scenes were added. A touch of local flavour spiced up the whole performance which made it easier for us to identify with the play. Sexual themes could be explored without any censors from the Singapore “garmen”. It was one of the only few performances in Singapore with its actress uttering “vagina” and “ cheebye” as often as you swallow your saliva.

It was exceptional! It was entertaining yet heart-rending, hilarious yet thought provoking, sidesplitting yet poignant.

It was a good experience. I just felt the whole world should watch it, male or female it doesn’t matter.

Thank you bei (better known as sonia) for organizing such a show in Singapore. I really wondered how you did it. It was simply mind blowing.


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