525,600 minutes in a year

It has been a sad year. Earthquakes, tsunamis, avian flu, missing children who turn up dead, freak car accidents taking away loved ones.. Bad things come together hor? How come good things don't? I've been watching the news. And worrying about our dearest Indian Princess, Mira. Glad that Nad has managed to contact her and she's safe and sound. Hope Aunty Betty and Annika will be safe too. I feel sorry for the 63,000 who died. I wonder if I should feel relieved for the people who survived, but lost their loved ones? I know if it was me, I'd choose to go with them. What is life without the ones you love? God is warning mankind. It was 1 week before 2005 when the earthquake struck and the tsunamis started. Is the world going to end? Or is it just a test? A test of our courage, our love and our willingness to help? I've never felt so glad to be living in tiny Singapore. An island shielded by huge land masses that seem to take the worst of any natural disaster. Heavy thunderstorms, floods, earthquakes, tornadoes. I feel the gloominess in the air. I can almost sense the kind of helplessness that's overcoming the people in the affected areas. Or maybe I can't. I haven't been trapped in debris, swept away by gigantic waves or hit by falling houses and cars. I haven't had to live without drinking water, permanently sleep in a tent, wade through the streets flooded with water or share a roof with probably hundreds of people. Here we are, sitting comfortably in our chairs, watching tv, shopping for gifts, planning for new year celebrations, enjoying feasts. I almost feel guilty. For celebrating. For laughing. For making plans for new year. Yet, there's nothing much I can do. I can only donate clothes, money, food. Today, that indian woman "conveyed" a message from my boss to me. I wasn' t supposed to have breakfast at the cafeteria. And got pissed with someone else who said something too. I ended up being pissed off with almost everyone in the office. Even Jenny, cos she said she was downstairs watching a soccer match. And here I was, stuck in my puny cubicle, typing dumb stuff into the system. But then I thought, there are people worse off than me. I should learn to look on the bright side. So I started thinking. At least I can quit whenever I want, if I really don't like it. At least I get paid. Well enough. At least I have people who stick up for me and cheer me up. Oh wells. That should get me through Jan and Feb. 2 months more only. I'm sure I can get through it. But, I still can't stand the whiney Indian woman and people shouting in their rooms. And laughing. Then complaining they are trapped in mountains of work piling up. One of these days. I'll not be able to take it anymore. And scream my head off at them! "IF YOU SHUT UP AND STAYED AT YOUR DESK LONG ENOUGH, YOU MIGHT JUST ABOUT FINISH ONE WEEK'S WORTH OF WORK, DONKEYS!" "NO POINT COMPLAINING YOU'RE BUSY AND BEHIND TIME, YET SPEND HOURS IN SOMEONE'S OFFICE LAUGHING YOUR DONKEY HEADS OFF!" "SO! YOU THINK YOU OWN THE BLOODY OFFICE? YOU DO REALISE THERE ARE OTHER BEINGS IN THE OFFICE WHO ARE ACTUALLY DOING WORK?! IT WOULD BE QUITE NICE OF YOU IF YOU COULD JUST TALK A LITTLE SOFTER AND LAUGH A LITTLE LESSER, YOU KNOW!" "SO WHAT IF I HAVE A LONG BREAKFAST, HUH!? I DO TWICE AS MUCH AS YOU AND I ACTUALLY HAVE MOUNTAINS TO PROVE IT, ASSES!" Ok. I'm done. Sorry for screaming. I actually feel like a can of compressed air waiting to explode. I don't really give F*** about this shit job. I should just quit and let you handle all the shit. Bah. Humbugs. Cockroaches. Rats. *Rolls eyes* Thank god for the NS guys in my department. And Jenny. They are the reasons I'm staying. At least for the time being. It's the time of the year again, to make new year resolutions! I only have one. And that is... "Not to make any new year resolutions!" Because I know I can't keep them. So there. Sorry for screaming.

Season's Greetings!!

People!! It's Christmas Eve!! Also our last carolling performance at Flutes@The Fort. Wheee!! Merry Christmas everyone!! Spread the Joy!! Woohoo!! Give me presents!!

Low Battery

I'm on LOW BATT. As in, me, as a person, I am running on low batt. I feel my attention/concentration-span waning. My memory failing. My voice detaching itself from me. It has even become independent. It can go to sleep without me. It's amazing. In the past one month (exactly), since Nov 17, I've handled: - two major exam papers - a full time office hour job at Singapore Police Force HQ - intensive classes (5-day block teaching that starts at 9 and ends at 5 on Sats and 3-hour lessons from 7pm-10pm) - intensive choir practices for our carolling gig at Flutes@The Fort which takes up days when I don't have classes (Mons, Tues, Thurs) - performances on Weds and Thurs this week and Tues, Thurs, Fri next week. I don't know how I've managed to come by this far, but I swear I'm going to be dying out soon. I've got my pay but I haven't had time to go shopping. And it's becoming easier to find me. I'm either at Toa Payoh (classes), Marine Parade (practices), Fort Canning (performance) or Novena (work). Or you can try looking for me at home after 12am, please. Anyways, Flutes@The Fort is a really nice place. Alright. Nice is an understatement. To quote from fellow choir member, "it's a place that looks like a page out of a Lifestyle magazine." Flutes is a restaurant that serves fine-dining. You know, Foie Gras, Red wine, more than one pair of cutlery on your table, that kinda thing. Or ya, at least 3 different types of wine glasses too. One for ice water, one for red wine, one for any other drinks you order. Yeah well, Flutes is also a place for rich pigs to go to. A standard dinner there will set you back about $120 per pax. And that's BEFORE service charge, GST and CESS. Will take some pics when I go there on Tues next. They have a real cute waiter too. Bwahahahah. And rowdy ang-mohs. Seriously, I sometimes think Singaporeans don't know how to enjoy themselves. We performed for 2 groups last night. The alfresco was occupied by a group from a US-based company and Fire Chief's Room was occupied by a group of more-local diners. The contrast in the two was like chalk and cheese. Oil and water. White and black. The ang-mohs were thoroughly enjoying themselves, drinking themselves silly and they came in costumes. Christmas costumes. When we sang, they sang along and clapped excitedly when we finished. The local diners were rather quiet and (dare I say it) rather dead. I don't know why, maybe it was the songs we sang inside or maybe we didn't sound very good. Wahahaha. But either way, they looked like they couldn't wait for us to finish and the response we got from there was lukewarm. I'm quite disappointed at that fact. I would have thought the X'mas season and the ambience would loosen up us straight-tie people. But obviously not. While the ang-mohs were having a ball of a time, the locals looked rather out of place at a X'mas dinner. I really don't mean to compare. But as a performer, I would much prefer to perform to an appreciative audience rather than to a group of "can't-wait-for-you-to-finish" crowd. We mingled around with the alfresco crowd after our performance as one of the bosses has kindly offered to buy us all a round of drinks. Girls had a sweet cocktail and the guys had a glass of Kilkenny's. They were very nice too, they talked to us, asking us where we were from and telling us how good we were and how much they enjoyed our performance. Hee hee. And a very pretty caucasian lady approached me and told me I have a beautiful voice. Ha ha. Pardon me. I just have to say that to satisfy my narcissistic self. I have been singing for 8 years!!! And it's the first time an audience tells me I have a beautiful voice. Wahaha. And I wasn't even singing the melody line. I'm an Alto. I don't get to sing nice melody lines. I sing harmony lines. The kinda lines that make them melody lines sound nice. Yay. I'm over the moon. And high from drinking that cocktail. And tired. I have half a mind to skip International Business Economics tonight. Doubt I can absorb anything anyways. Should I or should I not. Oh yes. I'm home alone. Mum and Dad have gone to KL and left me HOME ALONE. Bah. I'm acting director today. And I'm bored. *Yawnz* I wanna see Rachie's new puppy!!! Leslie!!! Yoohoo!!! *Gone*

Why?

The ever mind-boggling question. Why are guys so scared of girls crying? Can someone answer me?

Need a Breath

I'm telling you, I really need a breath! Been busy, so busy you can't imagine. Burnt Saturdays for class that I don't freaking understand and helping out at Zhenting's event until 2am! Burnt weekdays at my depressing work place. The bureacracy system obviously does not suit me. I am not a BUREACRATIC person. Throw me into a profit-driven company, please!! I don't care if I'm overworked or underpaid. I just freaking can't stand bureacracy. I ain't going to call someone "Sir" or "Ma'am" just because he/she holds a RANK and has more stars on his/her shoulders than those on the USA flag. Sorry. I'm not being racist here, but I CAN'T FREAKING STAND THAT INDIAN WOMAN IN MY DEPARTMENT!!! She whines too much (look who's talking :P), screams too much, squeals (yes, squeal), walks with her bloody handphone knocking against the case holding her pass, laughs too loudly and bosses people around. She complains she has TONNES of work, but never seem to be doing any!!! If she uses the amount of time she spends walking up and down, chatting with other people, sms-ing and chatting with her boyfriend (whom she says is irritating when he called her), she might just have more time on her hands to actually do her work. DUMB. Sorry, I really just need to get it out of my system. Work is depressing. Job scope makes me appear to be an anti-social freak who doesn't talk. Hardly very motivating. The only thing that's motivating me is my PAY. Which I hope they will give me soon. Depression makes me sick. Fell sick on Tues, splitting headache. Thurs, went home after half day. Then might as well just take Friday off! Hee hee. That's 2.5 days off last week. I must make it a complete week next week. Haven't work a complete 5-day week yet. But it seems like I'm working a 10 year week there. Looking forward to Choir practice tomorrow. Seeing those buncha crazy people makes me happy. Love the songs we're doing. "We wish you a Merry Christmas", "Jingle Bell Rock", "Silent Night", "Joy to the World" and some more I haven't seen. Been eating a lot of sushi these few weeks. Too much. I think. Just last week, I've had sushi on Saturday, then Friday (buffet, I almost exploded), then Saturday for lunch. Douglas Foo would be pleased to know he has such a loyal customer. I only eat Sakae Sushi. And perhaps Sushi Tei. I don't trust other sushi bars with my sashimi. Uh-uh. No waaayy. I miss my friends. I miss going out with Karen and Shuling. Luckily I just saw Zhenting and Mich last night. AND I SAW THE CUTEST DIRECTOR (of a company, not movie) AT THE DINNER AND DANCE LAST NIGHT! OMG. HE IS SO HANDSOME! SUAVE! CHARMING! CUTE! I'm sure his 3 daughters are as cute as him. Damn. How much are Emporio Armani's pants? Pretty expensive, right? I think. He was wearing one of those. Sigh. Christmas is coming! So exciting! :) Right, I'm off. Another depressing day at work tomorrow, I'm sure. Sob.