On Government Service

Aiyoh, I saw an envelope addressed to me "On Government Service"

I panicked. I thought I owed them money, or like finally after a decade , they decided they gave me the wrong PSLE score or something.

Girls usually are not on Government Service.

I opened my letter and saw that I was on government service because I am not married. SDU sent me their revamped membership card, its good till next January. Woohoo.. I am so excited. Yeah right.

Come to think of it, the last time I received a government service letter is when SDU sent me my first membership card. Its a waste of money really. They print on very good quality paper. Its not the usual paper that you get all your bills. The SDU paper is thicker, probably whiter too. No wonder everyone grumbles when they pay tax.

Oh, SDU sends this regular newsletter too. Its published by Mediacorp I think. Its really crappy. Good places to go on first dates include parks. Yucks, I will never want to meet the guy again if he brings me to a park for a first date. I would think most girls think the same way too. Parks are boring unless you blade. SDU didn't suggest that, it merely states to walk around in the park. The park refers to parks like Kent Ridge Park, Bishan Park yadar yadar, not ECP or WCP.

Remember, to get married is to do Government Service.

Shit.

I was fantastic today. I completed all my chores in less than 2 hours.

I sent my pants to alter, sent my shoes for repair, got the part number that I wanted. I only forgot to go to the library because it slipped my mind but mostly because Orchard was too crowded and I was getting squashed so I scurried to my safe hole - the MRT station back home.

Pt aside, I wanted to blog about my msn conversation with Emily yesterday.

The topic was Shit.
Question: Does your shit float or sink?

I noticed my shit used to float, recently it has been sinking. Emily's shit sinks and floats occasionally. We concluded that her shit is more compact than mine. Air floats what. Splattering shit is the best cos it creates the most wonderful design on the otherwise pristine white towel bowl. Personally, I love splattering lao sai shit best.

I also learnt that Emily has to wash her butt after she shits, so when she is outside, she wets toilet paper, stuff them in her butt crack and uses the butt cheek to squeeze. And, I thought I was the weird one.

We then discussed about the different peeing sounds. When you are a lot to release, the peeing sound can sometimes become squeaky. When guys pee, there is the pee, then a break, before the final pee. Dung calls it emptying it all. I think its like the peristaltic motion when they cum. In waves.

One of my biggest fantasy is to walk in with a super soaker when Dung pees or shit. Shit is better, cos its harder to shop shitting and retaliate.

I realised in my previous entry, I misspelt CNY as CUNY. It almost became CUNT. Gross mistake.

I just put my curtains to wash. Its the pre CNY spring chicken cleaning thingy. I love my curtains. They are not the boring pale colours. My curtain is bright, with cartoon characters on them. I love bright colours. This explains why my bedsheet is mostly orange with Goofy all over it.

I am going to cut my hair tomorrow.

I am half decided if I should pluck my eyebrows. I am terrified of plucking eyebrows because it seems to me that every eyebrown stylist mission is to pluck everything into one thin line.

I need to alter my pants too. My pants are like 4 inches too long, and already I think my legs are not short.

Tuesday.....

Too pricey?

Would you pay $268 for a spectacles frame??? *ouch*

I have been looking for nice frames. I decided that I needed a pair of specs to wear just in case my contact lenses fail me. My eyes have been getting more n more irritated with my lenses these day. Its either oozing shit, or I have one dry eye, one pain eye.

Anyhow, I saw this really nice red frames today. Should have taken a photo of it but I think optician will probably bash me if I do so.
Its really nice. I tried other frames too, somehow the rest just do not cut it.

But spending so much on a frame is sinful. Perhaps, it was because I saw it in Paris Miki, I am sure they overprice items. Maybe, it will be cheaper in a neighborhood store, but I doubt so.

On a happier note, I bought a purple top. I initially wanted pink but they ran out of pinks.
I bought a blue top too. Plus a maroons top.

Yeah, my CNY shopping is halfway done. Now, I just need to match the stuff that I bought.

The Vinny

You notice how some people are really pessimistic and all they do is to bring you down.
Its like their ying yang is not balanced and a dark cloud forever looms above their heads.

Its disgusting really, irritating first then disgusting.

Lets talk about Vinny. I am not afraid to using his name will jeopardize our friendship because he doesn't know this url and he once told me blatantly in my face, "I have no time to read other people's crap"

Vinny is depressing. He is all negative.

Vinny is forever late when we meet up. He acts as if he owns the time, and he chooses whenever he wants to arrive. I understand that some people have really busy schedules and have no choice. Vinny is no where that busy, in fact, I suspect he spends most of his time cooped up in a miserable Lab. He arrives late, makes no warning and appears. He lurks around trying to find us after we shift to another location. Call us duh! But no, he takes great pride in locating us. Duh.

He has nothing good to say about anything. My boss once told me ,"If you have nothing good to say, shut up.". Vinny would be a mute then. He is forever mulling over some fact. When all of us are merrymaking, he always have to pour the cold water. Plus, it says depressing things in a totally dead pan voice with a face that you just want to smash against the wall.

Vinny stinks. I think he re-wears clothes too often or he just scrimps on soap.

I can go on and on..but I should stop because afterall, Vinny has been nice to me. He takes all my bantering without screaming back at me. He has told me some stuff he doesn't go around telling the whole world. He is really fine. He only flaw is that he mulls and mulls.

However, Vinny has recently been on a different frequency way too often. He talks to you thinking you are yoda. He thinks you automatically understand the context and content of his mulling, without giving specifics. You have to think ahead when he speak to you. Please, Yoda I am not.

Today, he pissed me off again.

I am leaving for Mersing tomorrow and we have asked him to come again. He eagerly agreed at first thinking I was some other girl. When he found out that he was speaking to the wrong girl, his horse face sunk to the ground. He is still going because I suaned him crudely and loudly over dinner at Tiong Sang Porridge. Now, he is being a prick and complaining that he doesn't have details, which is strange because none of my other friends complain. Oh yes, we been to the same Mersing place 10 millions times. What details do you want???

He is behaving like the period guy - suffering from pms.

Anyhow, I will simmer down, ignore him and eagerly await tomorrow.
Clear skies!!

Edit: I wrote this because Vinny pissed me off again. But seriously, he is not that vile. He does have his good points. When I am feeling delirously happy, I will elaborate.

There you go...

Ok, I promised Guybrush that I would blog today.

So here its goes, its 3.30pm and I am at work now. The office is so quiet because half of them have gone to Msia for an event.

I am left with 3 guys, none of which are eyecandy. Let me describe them,.

Guy no 1, lets call him Kng. He is short, darn short, I think 1.65m. I look taller beside him, of course in my heels. He spikes his hair up, its supposed to be cool but it makes him look dirty. Talking about hygiene, he behaves like a dog. He is forever scratching himself unconsciously. There is this secret wink among the girls whenever he does his doggy moves. I always think that he wears shirts that are longer than his body length, as such, it makes him look shorter. Thank goodness, he is rather competent at his work. As a colleague, he is fine. As a person, I don't think I like him that much. As potential bf material, nah, I will never recommend him to any of my gfs. You paint the picture yourself.

Guy no 2,lets call him PK. PK stands for Pai Kia. He changes his wallpaper 3 times a day. Its always those Dragon ball looking characters. He was stopped at the causeway once to go for urine test, because the police thought he was on drugs. He had his driver license revoked because he was speeding at 150km/h in his probation year. He claims he was tailgating and did not realise the speed. I think its crap. I suspect he smokes because there is that awful stench but he claims otherwise. He has just joined for a week, I hope he turns out fine. So far he is ok, except that he stutters on the phone and sounds like he wants to bash you up.

Guy no 3. lets call him Pigeon. His name rhymes with Pigeon. He is stoned. He keeps the ear piece in his ear even when he is not on the phone. In fact, he is hardly on the phone. I caught some quiz paper on his table ,"Who said what." and he filled up the answers. Very free eh. Sigh.

Its now 5.54pm. Ploughed through today. No, I did not take 2 hours to blog, I was distracted.

The good news is, I will be going Mersing to stargaze soon. Yeah. I am deliriously happy. The others are interested too yeah!

Also, I might be going Austin. Cool. Tataz

Scary Movies

I was bored stiff last night. There was no one I wanted to talk to on ICQ and I had finished surfing my usual websites. So, I switched on the TV, channel surfed and gosh, they were showing a ghost show in Channel8.

It was one of those, the ghost was maligned when she was alive, so the angry and fury ghost goes around killing people, and will only stop when she is appeased. You know, much overused plot.

So, I decided to watch a little. I have for the longest time refused to watch any shows with ghosts/vampires/spirits in it.

Simple reason: I am scared.

It all started when I was little. I used to fall asleep in bed without needing a blanket. One day I watched "Ghost pull Leg (Gui La Jiao)", I got so horribly scared, I covered myself in blanket when I slept that night. I remembered I was perspiring profusely but I still refused to come out from beneath the sheets, as a result, I came down with fever the next day. How pathetic.

The fear stuck on. I still refuse to watch horror shows. I do not see the point of paying to scare myself.

Yesterday, I decided to watch that ghost show on tv. I braved through the first 5 minutes. That was all my gentle heart could take. After that, I immediately switched channels whenever something scary is about to happen. I hate sitting on my chair in apprehension as I watched.

10 minutes later, I decided I had enough and switched the TV off.

Mind you, I would think most people wouldn't even find it that scary. After all, how scary can a show made in the eighties/early nineties be.

I just couldn't stomach it. Me is a scary cat.

First Work Day

Today I worked 14hours. Crap. First work day of the year too.

I cannot stand it when people schedule meetings at 530pm.

530 is after 9 blardy hours of work.
530 is when people go home.
530 is when you get hungry and want to eat dinner.

But, no, some nincompoop has to schedule meetings at 530pm. My boss doesn't even do such things.
It is too presumptuous to assume that I want to work after 530pm. What about those people who have children to return to?
I mean, I do not mind working after 530pm, but it is so not right to assume that I will work after 530pm.

So, my meeting ended at 745pm. You thought that was the end of the day, fat chance?

Another colleague comes and says he wants something done. He does not say exactly when, but says he has to pass it to a customer tomorrow. Duh, obviously it was to be done today.

So, you start your task at 8pm. Mind you, this is no simple feat. Try taking your competitors specifications, strip them down, configure your system and do a point to point comparison. Complete it with diagrams and sketches too. Its almost like writing a product specs sheet myself. Mind you, certain technical details take time to comprehend. Dodo me did not have my scientific calculator with me, so I was reduced to the calculator in windows to do most functions.

I should stop whining. New year. New Start.