Goodbye Weatherford

Today is my last day at Weatherford. I feel partly relieved that I can go back to school and partly sad that I have to leave that place again.

I am going to miss these following people at Weatherford:

Ben - A nice guy who once took me, Mo and Bong to tour JB and spot ah guas, eat prata in the middle of the night, and book us in to the Eden Garden Hotel. He showed me pictures of his seven-month old daughter today, and I am so happy for him!

Yenny - Wow, I admire her tresses, all wavy and brown and beautiful! Bong, she asked how are you, and I told her you are fine. She said although she has your MSN contact, she hardly talks to you. I am like, huh, how could it be, you two were the closest back at Loyang. By the way, Mo, she mentioned you too. She told me that Ben told her that he spotted you behaving intimately with your erm, 'Professor' and he didn't dare go over and call you. Haha. So Yenny came and ask me if you have a bf or not.

Joanne - I helped her zap and file travel and hotel invoices because she is always busy and I thought I could help her with some of her work even though she isn't my boss. Today she thanked me for my help and gave me a present which made me wanna cry. Partly because I am touched because it is a thank-you gift, and partly because she gave me a box of two dozens of Ferrero Rochers and that makes it the FOURTH box of Ferreros I am receiving this December. All together I have 72 balls of that sickening chocolate!!! Why can't they give me Merci or Almond Rocca or even Milo chocolate bars? I need to write a complain letter to Ferrero company to tell them to limit their production during Decembers.

Horst Peak - A big and friendly guy who once admired my nails with stupid little flower stickers on them (and called me Nails ever since). He is real cool. I offered him some Famous Amos cookies and I thought he would just take one, but he grabbed five.

Angela - His assistant whom I delight in talking to.

Dennis Holinski - My Weatherford Idol.

Dorothy - Dennis's assistant. Lost much of her glory nowadays. Used to be very proud when Keat Tatt was around (because he pampered her). Mo and Bong, still remember when she said that temps can't eat Weatherford buffets and the lame 'Flush the toilet' posters at the toilet doors? Haha, she cannot regain back the same authority under Dennis now. But still as irritating.

Doreen - Wah, Bong's nemesis. I really still remember the bad blood between Bong and her. But seriously, she is not that bad a person. Really, Bong. She helped me repair my slipper once. I do feel pity for her though at times.

My bosses - Erm, no, I do not think I will miss the two of them that much. They are my main inspiration for my (Bitches burn in Hell) slogan.

Margaret - One of the nicest people around.

Kok Wah - Often disturbs me when I am working. Told me there is a brand of luncheon meat called Spam. What a stupid brand name. Don't know real or not.

Nicholas - Mo, Nick asked me today why you don't want to come back and work and I told him you are working at the clinic and he said "Hmm, I know, she likes to talk to people." It seemed pretty irrelevant for an answer.

Jacqueline - Her laughter still permeates the air.

Jimmy - Aaahhhh. The fatherly figure. Today I had a nice long chat with him, talking about the negative effects of job-hopping on CVs, the wanting me to work there after graduation, the nice atmosphere at Weatherford, his two daughters, expatriates in Singapore, him prefering HDB to private housing, his old house in Joo Chiat and new house in West Coast ... The conversation was so inspiring that I wanted to cry. Bong, you can't blame me for falling for fatherly figures. (Admit it, you had a crush on him once too)

And many many more. Practically everybody knew today was my last day and came and bade me farewell, which was nice. I am dreading when school re-opens, I am not looking forward to FYP!!!

Peeking at someone's butt: Normal?

I am so dumb to get caught by him last night for peeking at someone guy's butt.

It wasn't intentional. This guy was packing up a pasar malam stall and we were walking pass by him. He was squatting down, his jeans revealing his butt and a bit of panties. I accidentally saw his 'psuedo-cleavage' (the butt-line I mean) and I just glanced at it and looked away. But I thought I saw something, and I looked again and I felt a sharp pain at my ear.

He (pulling my ear): You don't think I don't know what you are looking at!

Me (laughing): WHAT!

He (now pinching my neck): Looking at his butt in front of me hor!

Me (protesting): No! I was looking at the tattoo! You see! He tattooed his whole butt! Nobody does that!

Him (refusing to let go): No, you are looking at his panties!

So we just kept arguing about it and finally I gave in and said (to spite him): "Aiyah, don't like that lah. Variety is the way of life." He narrowed his eyes at me and gave me the act-angry look.

I mean, it isn't abnormal to peek at butt-lines and cleavages. Maybe it's a natural biological reaction but that doesn't mean it's Tee Ko. I swear I wasn't interested in that butt okay, I was just taking a closer look because his tattoo was such that there were lines criss-crossing all over the butt line, which made me wonder if those were stitches or spider veins or creeping weeds (any resemblance to someone's algae growing up the waist is purely unintentional).

Pictures from Weatherford's Christmas Lunch:

Christmas Lunch Buffet

That's Mr. Holinski! My Weatherford Idol! (Move over, Jimmy!) He is the Region Controller and he is such a nice chap! Everytime he sees me, he will smile his kind and friendly smile. He even asked me once to join in their meetings which made me gasp because I am just a temp! But he was like: "Well, it's okay, if you would like to, you can come in and learn a few things." I was pretty astounded, but that's what I like about the ang mohs here: they don't put on airs.

Today is my second last day at Weatherford le. Sigh, another vacation gone.

Horrible Christmas

It was a horrrrriiible Christmas.

I should never have decided to go JB with him on Christmas. But there was no where else to go. The weather wasn't very nice to me, it rained when we were on board 160 to the checkpoint. I am a missy, I couldn't stand running in the rain. I will shriek if I accidentally step on water puddles. I irritate him a lot with that. And the bus driver was nice enough to let us off in the middle of the RAIN and make me waddle through the water puddles. My hair was dripping wet and my pants were soaked. My mood was totally ruined.

There was no shelter on the path from the Malaysian checkpoint to Wong Ah Fook, so many people were stuck at the exit of the underpass from the checkpoint. We were standing there contemplating whether to dash through the rain, where more and more people started accumulating there, making the same contemplations. Then I made a beeline for the nearest shelter and RAN like mad, stamping into every water puddle in my path. I felt so brave, but I was soooooo drenched.

We hailed a cab to Giant in Plentong. We visited our favourite pet shop there, which sells many really interesting pets. I have seen them sell albino pythons, iguanas, squirrels, scorpions, chipmunks, skunks, porcupines, tree snakes, star tortoises, monkeys and ferrets. I saw my favourite flying squirrel again!!! During my previous visits, I would paste my face at the tank and gaze at the furry creatures and irritate him by cooing "Aww, so cute, so cute!" The shopkeeper once let me handle one, which crawled all over my shoulders and back and even jumped onto another customer. He was so convinced that he could make a sales out of me that he started teaching me on how to take care of it, and when I meekly told him "Erm, I am from Singapore", his face fell a little. Then he started devising ways of smuggling it across the customs. He really underestimated the customs. Ever since I was caught for smuggling chewing gum, I dared not challenge the scanner again. Despite wrapping my box of bubble gum under layers of smelly undergarments, the officer had the audacity to pull them all out and expose the prohibited item!!! I cannot imagine where I can hide the creature if I were to smuggle it across, so though I would love to have one little flying squirrel, I do not think I can ever ever get it across to Singapore. I dared not show my face at the pet shop again. The shopkeeper will recognise me. He even called me once (on my phone!) to delightfully announce they had new stocks of flying squirrels!

Oh, they had a new addition, the tarantula! Ooooh, one of my favourite insects. If I were to have one, I would make it vegetarian. It is just so lovely.

We went walking around in Giant. You know the best thing about Giant is that they have many booths where promoters will let the customers taste their samples. I had a great time sampling the coffee, instant noodles, Yakult, fishballs and samosas. Keke, I am a shameless cheapo.

We later headed over to Pasar Tebrau to eat. I wanted to eat the butter crayfish and we realised we were running out of money! Shit, I went all the way there for the crayfish and I let myself down for now changing enough currency. So I sulked throughout dinner. The meal sucked.

We quickly left for the customs, really eager to get back to Singapore, and when we reached the customs, I was so shocked because it was surprisingly empty there! I was like, Siao, did I go to the correct causeway???? There was no traffic jam, nor was there any queue at the customs. I just cannot believe it. We could even find seats on 160. Heng.

Back home le, I was rejoicing in a warm bath. My baby Bong had a GREAT time at MOS, Mo must have had some naughty fun with her Santa Claus, and when Bin comes back from Hong Kong, I am going to slaughter her because I am jealous she could spend the Christmas there.

I am a Runaway Kid

Have been so busy lately to update my blog. But let me recall what happened these few days.

On the 20th, I went filming for my FYP video with my baby Bin at Clementi, together with camera man Leon and Parames from SAC. Basically I just had to act as a Ah Lian who had just run away from home and had nowhere to go. Including walk like one and diao Parames like one. Wah lau, I found it so difficult to do because I am NOT an Ah Lian. Bin is more like one, look at her little ang gongs, her xia lan look and her perennial spewings of "fuckanathan".

We took some silly pictures! She is my crazy baby lah. She ate a lot, one bowl of beehoon and one soon kueh (and I think later she went to stuff herself with chicken wings), in a bid to fatten herself for the cold weather at Hong Kong during Xmas.

Anyway, filming was damm paiseh. I hated the curious stares from the kaypoh passers-by. Heng, after tonight, I do not need to act anymore. Acting like an Ah Lian is PAINFUL.

Me & my adorable baby!

I cannot believe Bin's bf, Hardy gave me a TY beanie bear for my birthday pressie! Bin thinks it's ugly because of the purple flowers all over it, but I personally liked it! This is my bimbo picture with the beanie!

Guess what, he whipped up a nice dinner of chilli crabs for me after my filming! Yum! By the time we downed the 8 crabs, I was so bloated and my breath stank of garlic and erm, saltwater smell. Eww.

12 o'clock soon struck and it was the 21st!!! Bong was so kiasu that she wished me Happy Birthday at 11.30pm loh. But I was so happy because she was the first one! Momo was congratulating me for being 22 years old. Then we went over to Boon Lay pasar to meet up with his friends. Stupid Kevin was more than cheeky when wishing me Happy Birthday. But he was nice anyway, I still remember his birthday SMS to me a year ago.

I still had to work on my birthday, and what was worse was that some bitch from the Loyang office chased me off my seat, so I had to sit at XiuTing's seat which was empty because she had gone home to pack her luggage for her Hong Kong trip. I was so sian that I quickly met him to go to the Sakura buffet restaurant at the Omnitheatre for dinner.

Oh man, for $24 nett, I was greeted with a GREAT selection of soups, sushi, sashimi, teppanyaki, tempura, salads, satay / otah, seafood, fried food, dim sum, ice-cream, jellies, cheesecakes, fruits and free flow of drinks! I was so ecstatic that I was hopping all over the restaurant grabbing each of everything. I ended up going for five rounds, and my tummy was so bloated that I was whimpering in my seat. He, on the other hand, was enthusiastically attacking his lamb chops and singing praises of those slabs of meat in between mouthfuls. My only praises were for the claypot herbal duck soup, tempura prawns / ebi fry and the 12 flavours of ice-cream. I regretted heavily when I realised my tummy was too occupied for dessert. All the truffle cakes, mango pudding, Oreo cheesecake, chocolate mousse, marble cheesecake ... I could not forgive myself. But I could not resist the Nata de Coco ice-cream, topped with Rainbow Sprinkles! Keke!

We finally called it quits. I couldn''t even walked straight. My tummy was flowing out of my jeans and I couldn't suck it back in and it was embarassing. I was in great distress and I decided to force-vomit. After barfing out a few mouthfuls of foul-smelling stuff in the toilet, I felt so much better! We then headed to the Science Centre Park and rested at one of the benches there. In my opinion, it is one of the BEST making-out places in Singapore, it is dark, remote and quiet. Keke. But our night was spoiled when we suddenly smelled frangipani (read: hantu) and we hurriedly left that place. Spoiler.

For Bong's information, the restaurant is at Omnitheatre at Science Centre (This one here is the fifth branch, so you can go to other branches but God knows where they are). Weekday Lunch $20, Weekend (Sat, Sun and Public Holiday) Lunch $22, Weekday Dinner $24, Weekend (Fri, Sat, Sun and Public Holiday) Dinner $26. All NETT prices.

Verdict: 8/10. One of the best and most varied (and affordable too!) buffets I have ever eaten. Hello, 12 ice-cream flavours?! He attempted to create his own Swensens 'Earthquake' but it became a gross multi-flavoured milkshake in the end. I even da bao some jellies (the fruit jellies, gui ling gao and mango puddings come in easily PORTABLE packaging, which appealed to the cheapo auntie in me) home. There are even abalone and lobster salad can, albeit not-so-good quality. The claypot herbal duck soup is GOOD. Trust me. I felt nutrients oozing out of my pores after drinking that. Must-try.

Dinner with PF

Just back from dinner with pf. Pf is a cute guy who thinks his initials are the most unique and who constantly updates himself with all the embarassing details about me (like the stalker) by reading my blog on a regular basis (so that he can bring them up and make me gasp).

We had a great dinner at cafe cartel and when I was savouring my favourite chicken and mushroom baked macaroni, he had to narrate nice gory accounts on how he had to slaughter a quail as part of his survival training in brunei. I was frowning in sadness because I cannot stand cruelty to animals. Then he went on to tell me the details of killing a rabbit (grabbing it by the ears and chopping its neck) and I was so grossed out and there he was smiling gleefully and I think he must be kinda sadistic. I wouldn't have the heart to kill such a cute little rabbit. I would rather DIE of hunger than to kill an animal to feed myself.

I think I am too weird. I save ants from drowning. I save earthworms from drying up. I save snails when they are crossing pavements and are at high risk of being squashed by stamping feet. I bursted into tears before when I stepped on a teeny weeny snail barely 3 cm big. I buy rice and meat for stray dogs. I return back the live prawns given free at the Marina South steamboat buffets everytime, because I can't bear to boil / barbeque them alive. I always whine to my fishing friends to release the fishes they have caught. I ever thought of buying those live 'fish food' (like shrimps, crickets and baby frogs) for arrowanas and release them into the wild. I wither and whimper whenever I watch documentaries where the predators devour their preys.

Maybe it's because I respect animals and respect that they have the right to live. Or maybe it's because I want to accumulate good karma so that in my next life I can reincarnate to be a tall, beautiful, healthy girl with a rich background, countless suitors, flawless skin and C-cup boobs.

Just joking. Anyway, after that pf and I walked all the way to PS and we departed from there. I wanna thank him for his dinner treat!

I dread it as the 21st approaches. I really wish I can burn a hole on that date on the calendar with a ciggie. Or just let me die before I get to see that day.

Nice Weatherford!

Today Weatherford is so nice to celebrate Su Tee, Xiu Ting and my birthday (in advance)! Su Tee's on 18th, Xiu Ting's on 16th and mine on 21st.

Our clique bought a cool strawberry cake and a log cake for us, and these people include my ever-favourite Jac, Margaret, Doreen (eeks, Bong, don't kill me for liking her!), Yenny, Judy, and some unknown people. Wished Jimmy were there.

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Lovely Log Cake!

After singing the birthday song, we ate the cake loh. Nothing much lah. Su Tee gave me a pressie (Bong, don't kill me again!) which I think is a box of Ferrero Rocher chocolates which I think I vaguely received on Wed night from Mo.

I look like polar bear, eeks!

At the pantry!

Speaking of Wed night, I went cheonging with Mo and Bong at dbl 0 again. It was a horrible night. Only the free flow and the music saved the night. Speaking of drinks, there was a shooter named Something, and when I told Bong I wanted to order that by saying, "Bong, I want Something."

Bong: What thing?

Me: Something lah!

Bong: (exasperated) WHAT THING LAH!

Me: (even more exasperated) SOMETHING!!!!!!! LOOK!!!! (points to a poster on a nearby wall that wrote:
Something
ABSOLUT vodka
pineapple juice
melon liquer
malibu
(these are the ingredients) )

Bong: (after looking) You want WHAT!!!! Something Absolut vodka, or Something pineapple juice, or Something melon ...

Before she even finished listing the non-existent options, I had already downed 4 shooters of that hideous but unique concoction of cough syrup and coconut juice.

Some pictures, courtesy of Bong:

oh mi god, bong looks radiant!

i just can't hide my passion for her!

Sad Sad Day

I am super honoured to be invited to act as an Ah Lian in my FYP video by Bin. This accursed video will be circulated around the schools in Singapore as part of an educational-cum-prepublicity effort for our main event. Think they are going to ply my eyelashes with litres of mascara for the role. Think it will be fun.

I was moping around all day long at work. I saw my trophy being shattered. It was unfortunate but what can I do?

Yes yes, Bong and Mo are really the pillars of support, esp Bong. Don't think I can really live w/o her. All those crazy days we had:
- Weatherford lunch bus with the handsome red-eyed uncle
- the BIG prawn mee at Changi V
- YKN (*groan*)
- late nites together zapping Prabhu invoices (the little tickets) at dark dark Loyang
- our cheonging nites, our thirst to outshine one another and the queer boys
- JASMINE LAM and his friend with the five missing teeth (the $3.50 pasar malam watch and the KTV session and the visit at Alexandra Hospital)
- coming to NUS to study! (square prata! genki sushi! and not to forget someone's HARSH SK II!)

- spending the nite at Bong's place studying (egg custard, the 3-cheese pizza I never get to eat and the ooooohhhh, MacDonalds delivery boy who spilled my Coke and kept jamming on the doorbell when instructed not to)
- our phone conversations (99% of the time she will hear me cry "BBOOONG")
- our msn conversations (we are always stealing each other's emoticons. THIEF.)
- our first kiss a few days ago (OEI, UPLOAD THOSE PICTURES LEH!)

We even made a deal to cry the loudest at each other's funeral. Nobody else will cry that loud for me, not even him. And Bong, you promised to get the band to play my favourite Ekin's songs during my funeral procession hor.

Cant wait to see u all again. Minus the trophy please.

I'M SCARED OF EVEN MY OWN HOUSE!!!

Yesterday was horrible: lonely, depressed and heart-broken.

And my sister added fear to the list of emotions that bound and screwed my heart.

I was crying myself to sleep when my sister, who sleeps beside me, said "Do you know what happened in the kitchen a few days ago?" Dabbing the tears off my eyes, I asked "What?" She then spookily narrated how a few nites ago, she was woken up from her sleep by some thumping noise coming from the kitchen. It was 4am. The thumping was like someone thumping on the kitchen floor, and my sister knew nobody could be at the kitchen at this hour. She then tried to shrug off her uneasiness by SMS-ing on her mobile phone. My mum, who sometimes sleeps in the same room as us, was woken by the tapping of the keypad, and immediately the thumping noises stopped.

Creepy.

She added that as she went peeing in the toilet just now, the cord of the toilet bowl hit the cistern even though she did not touch it nor was there any wind.

I had enough.

I told her to shut up and continued crying.

Super Fun (and Scary) Nite

Thanks to Bong and Mollie, I have decided to post this entry detailing our once-in-a-blue-moon cheonging at dbl 0 last nite. Please note that, Bong and Mollie, I have dropped you off your 'Best Friends' thrones last nite, but since Bong is so nice to 'help' me and my trophy, I have let her regained her position. Mollie's still pending.

It was just another retro nite at that place. And yes, our pact to celebrate new year's eve at Gotham'sssss (pls Bong, execute Phuture outta ya mind) and our grad trip to BEATIFUL HONG KONG!!!! that has been my dream place ever since I started watching lame HK movies. The scenery of HK is great loh. I can imagine bringing the hapless two of them there and leave them at Cheung Chau while I go to ambush Ekin Cheng at his home. Haha, Bong need not worry about the expensiveness of going HK coz she can jolly well survive on grains there (at the rural island). Keke.

Shall I mention that the three of us had a great time jabbing one another's boobs? I shall start off with me envying Bong's cleavage, then Bong's slimy hand sliding into my top (yikes!), then me slapping Mo's boob, then Mo retaliating on Bong ... the action goes on. My boobs have been severely humiliated by audacious Bong, needless to say.

Still I am overjoyed I outshone the two of them that nite! Roy was the first factor. I am impressed by his perseverence, but I tried to keep my eyes fixed at that huge Absolut sign at the dancefloor. It freaked me out to see him smiling at me.

Next was the tee ko and the pf-lookalike. I wouldnt want to comment too much on the tee ko because the whole nite the tee ko keeps fixing his sneaky eyes and crooked smile at our u-noe-wheres. The pf-lookalike was cute, but I think he pissed Bong off with his guessing games. I don't care if he injected detergent or ketamine into his oversized arm or sought refuge in a foreign land before, he is real cute.

The highlight of the nite was the weird-looking orange guy. I did not know he had been dancing behind me all the while, and when I left the dancefloor, he rushed after me claiming he wanted to send me home. I was shocked at his forthcoming proposal, and I ran to the toilet. The five of us (Bong, Mo, Tee Ko, and Cutie) left the place and when we went downstairs, there he was telling me he had been waiting for me there and persisted to wanting my number and sending me home. I grabbed Cutie and told the orange guy to get permission from my boyfriend Cutie, but he smiled slyly "I know he is not your boyfriend." I was ultimately freaked out and grabbed Cutie and ran. But Cutie was quite drunk. We headed to the nearby kopi shop and guess what, the stalker followed me all the way there and was folornly looking at me from afar. Help.

Bong was congratulating Cutie for UNOBVIOUS (to him) reasons and he was like "for what?" and "where's my prize?", and Bong was pointing to me and said "Neh, ur trophy." Keke. Siao Za Bo. Much to my further horror, the stalker was joined by a group of frens and they sat at a table nearby us and stared at us. "heeeelllppp..." I could only whimper, while Tee Ko was marvelling at his perseverence, Mollie was acting nonchalant, Bong was congratulating over and over again and Cutie was choking on his Hay Mee. Thanks to Mo's dad, who saved the nite by whisking us three dames out of the kopi-shop quickly.

Off we left, throwing one last glance through the frosty, rain-splattered taxi window at the Tee Ko and Cutie, and the table of mysterious guys with the orange stalker craning his neck towards us.

Whew.

It was raining softly as the taxi ferried us, and I was particularly missing someone. There has been no news from him since Friday, and as the nite of fun and excitement drew to an end, the craving for him grew stronger. Mo's dad dropped Bong off first to a devoted guy standing there with an umbrella and a sweater for her, and my heart wringed with utmost envy. I can never have such luck.

After I got home, off I went to sleep, and I was pleasantly surprised the next morning to see Bong's SMS telling me that Cutie wants his trophy's number. It really made me smile even in my sleep.

No matter how angry I am with Bong and Mollie (for the empty threat of leaving early), I still love them and can't live without them! Thanks for the panties! I just can't fathom why the two of them gave me panties as souvenirs from their vacations at the same time. It's not like I have two butts, you know.