26 posts tagged “-_-"”
Love from a Friend:
Gangsters Wannabes:
Oblivion:
Burnt (skin and brains) from the Sun:
-_-"
The day began with such a beautiful morning.
Really.
That was, until I boarded the LRT.
I was once again reminded why I would rather take the back-breaking, butt numbing bus service 75 to work each day.
So there I was, all dressed for work and smelling like a gazillion light years away ( I am trying to tell you that each morning, I douse myself with colonge, I will explain later) standing there, minding my own business. Oh yeah, did I say I was also trying to look my cool while trying to balance a big bag on the jerking LRT?
Soon, the LRT arrives on the next stop with me in it.
Then the whole world plunges into chaos.
Suddenly, a whole bunch of executives, students, aunties, uncles, you name it you have it, boards the train. Sometimes, it gets really bad at my station too. Sometimes, I travel the entire way on the LRT face centermeters away from the door windows. Each time the door opens, I have to make sure that the opening door does not open in my face. I kenna once and my glasses went hay wire.
Very ugly.
Really.
And so the journey continues.
Slowly, but very surely, the heat of the lump of collective bodies goes into the air in the LRT. By the third station, I am already perspiring. I have to travel a total of 8 stations. Now you know why I wear so much colonge. This is to make sure that I do not smell bad when I finally reach the office.
The MRT is worst.
So there I was, after a sigh of relief when my skin felt the cool air outside the LRT, ready again to board the MRT.
Although the MRT would not be as stuffy, it is more shaky and more crowded.
So there I was, wedged between an uncle in front of me, a lady on the 8 o'clock direction of me and another uncle on my 5 o'clock. The uncle in front of me has his arms stretched straight holding onto the poles. The lady on my 8 o'clock has her grip on the poles next to the seats next to the door. The other uncle barely has his grip on the train door.
And me?
I am in no man's land.
That one spot that has no where to grab should the train jerks.
And the train has to switch tracks from Bukit Batok to Jurong East.
I believe the lady got a shock when my hand suddenly shot out, hitting the lower head room above the door.
For a split second, there was a sudden hush in the train.
Then, you would hear stifled singgers.
And all my image is gone.
Not that I had any in the beginning.
I know I know.. I should not harp on the past. But in the past, all I had to do to get from my bed in the bunk to the office was to head down the stairs, cross a T Junction and I would be all happy and dandy in my office.
Really.
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I have had way too much good food these last 2 months. Christmas to Chinese New Year to Company Lunches and Dinners to Family trips and Meals.
I have just had too much crab; now I feel like crap.
And I just crapped. If you get my drift; or the odour for that matter.
I'll let the photos do the talking since the last time I was here:
Caught up with my OCS friends over the weekend; would post those photos here as soon as I get them. If I ever get them.
My new laptop screen is very small. And that makes it light and easy to carry around. Though the fact still remains that I am still missing an optical drive turns me off a little. Then again, that is why it is labeled by Lenovo as "Ultraportable".
Oh Well.
On a side note. I guess this is really it. I am going to move on without you. Or at least I hope.
I was wondering why my colleague would ask me to go into her office so urgently. She sounded really important. I figured it would be something to do with either my company or my department; so I went.
I left her office in a whirl, after learning how to do a reciept via the department portal. It didn't help that I was tired and a little sleepy.
On my way back into my office, I wondered why all my colleagues were following behind me. Shrugging it off, I went back into my office.
And I found this on my computer screen:
-_-"
The lady, by the way, was my previous manager.
All of us were laughing so hard that our stomachs hurt. I found out later that the colleague who set this up has been planning this for days! She took the effort to send my photo from our office back home to print them; found the cut out traditional costumes on a calender and then stuck them together! Even the temp staff had a hand in this, she took blue tack and moulded hands out of them.
And I am holding my previous manager's waist.
Oh bother.
All this for a cup of tea.
And you get 15 minutes worth of good clean laughter and fun.
I love my colleagues.
Really.
My usual cap of coffee this morning looks potent.
I wonder what will happen to me after I take my first slip.
It's the 8th Day of Chinese New Year.
It is also Valentine's Day.
Chinese New Year was a roar for me,or at least while it lasted. Usually, we only celebrate for the first couple of days. Or at least until the public holidays end. That is life. At least in Singapore. Chinese New Year is meant to be a 15 days thing, Really.
Instead of blabbering what I did since the last time I properly blogged on this site of mine, I reckon photos would say a lot more.
So.
Here they are:
