Wednesday, May 28, 2008
I made my way on a somewhat hotter than usual Friday afternoon for the same place as the day before for the actual event.The day started around the same it was on Thursday, with us bummers bumming around again, but there's only that much of bumming around we could do and it was already done on Thursday. We were a step away from absolute boredom.
Wah lao wanted to take photo with just the pretty lady on the left. So many extras =p
Luckily for us, Master Lim who's our batch boy, so happens to be in possession of the key to a 47th floor suite "invited" us up to take a look see, promising us phenomenal views and making us promise in return to keep it on the low key at the same time.
Pretty decent looking beds
What!? No coffee making machine?
The defining room of a suite.
It was anything but a wasted side trip. For us it was an emotional roller coaster ride as awe inspired by the magnificent view turned to sheer terror of a long fall off the balcony promised by such heights, only to be buried under an avalanche of serenity when the beauty of the entire sight as a whole sank into us.
Singapore's big wheel of a money churner.
Our durian.
Suntec looks puny from my view up there.
The monument of war has nice landscaping done around it eh?
Me, Davin and Freddy with the amazing backdrop!
And not to forget, Master Lim my batch boy, who made all the taking of the shots possible!
Good times always seemed to reach a premature end as the sight seeing was rudely halted by a phone call informing us that we're to be expected for a briefing. Talk about bad timing.
Re-emphasize was made over and over again over the more important points of our role, but much fell on deaf ears as the roles we played wasn't anyway as hard as the I/Cs thought. We're not that incompetent.
Did I mention I was in charge of marshaling people with the same coloured stickers up their corresponding coach, board it and play an introductory CD and marshal the same people back off the ride? How hard can that really be, seriously?
Anyway the great failure of an event began soon after an early dinner. Even the dinner itself was a failure of a $15 dollar meal. I guess failure's contagious after all.
This shite doesn't even cost anywhere near $2 in my opinion. And it taste horrendous to boot.
Cock-ups were served promptly our way, starting with our coaches going missing. Followed by a spoil introductory CD and finished up with guests of different cramming up the same coach and viola, the failure of all the long hours of elaborate planning was complete.
Evidence of how free we were!
A very well taken artsy shot of the Swissotel if I may say so myself. And I may 'cause this is my freaking blog.
I just love the sky.
Oh well.
A few ferries between Singapore Flyer and Swissotel and my semblance of a job was done. So back I went to the hotel bar, soaking up glasses of orange soft drinks, while waiting for the climatic moment when we're released from all the nonsense.
That moment did came but not before something else much better was announced. 100+ Singapore Flyer tickets which was left over by guest who didn't took the ride was to be given to us. What luck!
The 35 minute ride wasn't as breathtaking as it should be, especially with most of us tired by long hours of cerebral inactivity due to our respective duties. Nonetheless we made the best of what life dumped onto our laps and took tons of picture!
Singapore's skyline.
Amazing view of Suntec City area.
Who goes to play golf so late into the night? I won't if you ask me.
Another pseudo artsy shot I've taken.
I name this photo "Silently in Love, Lost in the City". Poseur or what!?
Freddy, his girlfriend, me and Davin. Happy people having a fantastic time.
The 3 musketeers!
Proof that I was there.
Lovers in the semi darkness.
And people who're not lovers in the semi darkness.
Who turned on the lights?
Yes we're bored enough to take similar shots with flash and without.
Yes would be my answer to your unspoken thoughts on both accounts. Yes I know the ride on the Singapore Flyer is booked all the way till next year and yes I know you're envious so I'm trying my best to rub it in your face (Especially Wanyi's. =p).
Sadly I parted ways with Freddy and Davin and made my way to Holland Village to meet up with Wanyi, Wilfred, Eliz and her boyfriend (Sorry I can't remember his name) for some wine.
We chilled, chatted, drank and had ourselves a hell of a great time. It was too bad I couldn't really appreciate white wine, or any wine for that matter. But all in all it was still an appropriately relaxing note to end a fabulous night as such on.
Psst! She's posing 'cause I know she can't read! HAHAHAHA!
*Clink*
Its my first time seeing the ice bucket used in real life. Was I in a movie or something?
A very big wine chiller. Looks artsy too!
But wait, the long weekend that follows after this particular Friday is even better! (I keep saying that!)
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Monday, May 26, 2008
I'm in a pensive state of mind so do bear with me.I've just left much of the humid night outside after returning home from a reccon mission for Wanyi's and Gimo's birthday presents in Orchard. There'll be a post on the outing but this is not directly about it.
But rather its about a heated discussion about some private matter that you have no fucking business knowing so don't bother asking.
We argued to and fro for like the past 1 and a quarter of an hour from Centre Point's Macdonalds all the way back to Teban gardens. Although it was inevitable that all our discussion as such changes little of the shite we talk about, I felt better and worst, all at the same time for once in so many a month.
In a warped way, discussions as such are our only avenue to exercise my mind, when one can maneuver and outmaneuver my opponents in speech and advance the ideals or thoughts we champion.
Add heated feelings into the mixed and it pretty much pushed the mind to the next level. I for one started to see a myriad of angles of approach to overcome difficult opposing stands, different ways of mental entrenchment of my propagations and clearer view on the lines of thoughts of others.
Lucidity honed my mind and it felt good.
But as a kicker (A kick in the balls kinda kicker.), the topic of discussion involved a matter so close to the heart of a even closer friend of mine that it made me felt like a disgustingly cold bastard for even having that mental capacity to think as such.
Of course I didn't try to exploit it and attempt to win at a conversation to satisfy some deep seated egoistic need. I've stopped that since secondary school. I sincerely wanted to help, to effect even the tiniest change in this impossible world.
As if all that wasn't bad enough, I came to the realisation that through the discussion I've let on more than I should and am comfortable with.
I rather be seem as a badly dressed, witless and lame simpleton than a badly dressed, witless and lame otherwise. Its harder to be hurt that way.
Whatever.
On a lighter note, that discussion granted me a view of a greater rift of differences than that I would have anticipated between the thinkings of my friends and me. Though it changes little in our friendship, it however did bring into focus the my moral upbringing. Or the lack of it for this matter.
As I pen this down I feel my lucidity slipping out of my grasp. Its not really a bad thing. Lesser and blunter thoughts almost equals to a happier frame of mind. So do be happy for me.
The world has very little use for people with morals and even lesser use for people who are without. So where does that leave us?
*Edited for coherency and structure*
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Sunday, May 25, 2008
Keeping in mind the fact that the person you love but isn't yours for now and will, eventually, end up with someone other than you whom she'll love enough to get married with.And for that matter, gets married to that person and thus ending all your hope of being with her.
Would you want to try harder now to archieve the improbable?
Or will you still sit there typing away on your own blog?
FUNKED IT ALL UP ON 5:42:00 PM
Thursday, May 22, 2008
I've definitely had a better workweek than most of you dogs out there, especially since for me work was actually only done from Monday to Wednesday! Oh yeah!
A sight I've seen often but never did capture.
Thursday started off at 2pm for me at Swissotel at Raffles City. The meeting room which I was supposed to show up was hidden amongst other rooms tucked along a quiet corridor. Finding it took the better part of a quarter of an hour.
Didn't I mention I was 'volunteered' to do fatigue (An euphemism for shite) work for the then coming 39th ALO Dinner.
A ponderous thought though, how can anyone be volunteered by anyone else? Warped is the word that comes to mind.
Whatever.
So in I went into the room with a nod of acknowledgment from the guy that sat himself outside, to be greeted by faces that filled with boredom as I found myself a place to sit down and subsequently whipped out my trusty o'Hellgate story book and read it. For the second time.
Which cam whore can resist taking a photo such as this?
More people starting to stream in from time to time, with none of the face too familiar until Zhua Long (Paper bag in Hokkian) came along. So we bitched about our respective workplace abit before Davin and Freddy hit the scene.
Catching up is second nature next to sleeping in such situation and so we made the best of the half of an hour, chatting and bantering, before the actual briefing started.
No, we're not a boyband.
The briefing went blar blar blar blar blar... Not really worth mention especially after seeing its futility in retrospect.
And around 5pm give or take, we're released from our slavery. Freddy was nice enough to offer me a ride in his gorgeous white Jazz complete with red and black leather interior, to Bukit Batok for my dental appointment. The first dental visit since what, Secondary school? Hahahaha...
Only to visually realise along the way that the dental clinic was at Bukit Gombak. I am the essence of forgetfulness.
It was anything between 5 to 30 minutes of pure pain. Pain for this matter has a way of altering my perception of time for most, rendering what lasted only mere seconds to somewhat bordering on forever. Or vise versa.
The house of pain.
I layed down on the dentist chair like a docile dog, at the same time unable to take my eyes off this gorgeous chick cum assistant, awaiting my fate at the hands of the cruel dentist.
Bits of my gum flew along with drops of blood onto the face shield of dentist as I whiten my knuckles through the grip on the arm rest of the chair.
Just when I reached my threshold for gore and pain, it was over and I had whiter teeth! But my wallet was $50 bucks thinner when I left the joint. Why do I even have to pay to be inflicted such pain? Grr...
Look at the teeth and not anywhere else you pervert.
Mouthwash or industrial strength floor cleaner? Looks more like the latter if you ask me.
The day continued on with dinner with Dom and Wanyi at town, at Cineleisure's Hongkong cafe that in my opinion, we've frequent too much. And to make things even worse, Wanyi was approached by the manager for her number which she gave, and without much hesitation might I add, only for me to find out from her that she gave him her old unsubscribed number. Tough luck, dude.
A dancing giraffe. Something that'll put a wide grin to her face.
Us losers. Again.
The chow. So terrible that I'll pay even more not to eat them.
Act cute or what!?
I know you can't help but get turned on. So fuck off.
Popeye faced and looking like a drug addict.
Caught in the act?
Stomaches filled but the night far from over, we took Dom's ride and head for Bukit Timah area for some pool. It's been way too long since we've last played ball. With so many things that's ever changing in mind, our skill, or lack of it, was unfortunately constant. The balls seem to be going everywhere 'cept where we want them to be.
Arbish.
Trying to be artsy here.
She's so bad it, she laughs at herself.
Jianwei: Hrm... Where does this ball goes?
Dom: Wah nubshite you need a map or something to place them properly arh?
Real man looks fierce while playing pool. Like in this picture.
Pussies on the other hand looks like this. HAHAHHAHA! Kidding o'boy don't burn me house down.
Thus with a scroll, too many minutes of reading and you've been through my wonderful Thursday.
But wait, the Friday's even better!
P.S. Neither me nor Wanyi actually smokes. 'Nuff said.
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