MaRvELgAL. Drunk When Sober.

Had too much teh halia so now I am wide awake. It’s OK cos I like spending time here in this semi deserted blog.

Work has been good, I just want to tell you. Very good. I am happy with my job at the moment. No complains. Yet.

Last Saturday, I hung out with Sue. Have not seen her for quite some time but always happy to because she is like totally outside of my industry, which is nice. She sometimes does not understand what I do nor I understand what she does for a living, so we never talk about work, which is awesome, right? Right. After dinner at our usual Cafe Cartel, we headed to Clarke Quay for drinks.

First, our favourite hang out place was Pump Room, but resident band was not in. A very cute and petite female vocalist lead another band. She sounded like Tina Turner with not bad music but, I still preferred the resident band. After 1 set, we then headed to China One (groan), cos got no choice. Songs we much better and more desperate guys there as well. The entire night, I had 1 bottle of Corona and 1 pineapple malibu. Stoned. Sue then drove me to Mr. Prata afterwards, had supper, still stoned. Came back home and went to bed with my dancing clothes and make up on and woke up at noon. Fucking stoned or what man?

On Sunday afternoon, I watched "The Taking of Pelham 123". Denzel Washington is such a genius. John Travolta… a bit unconvincing playing the bad guy. He said "muthafucker"s way too cute to sound evil. Then hung out with Jac for dinner at Arab Street, had some Arab food and wine afterwards. Stoned again. I love Jac. She’s cool.

Now I sit here and I’m thinking about white wine. Am I turning into an alcoholic? 

You won’t believe this but I swear to you, this was what happened.

We celebrated MsGreen’s birthday at Dome Cafe, Marina Square. At the end of the dinner, it was time to bring out the surprise birthday cake.

So the waiter, took out the cake and gave it back to us, with the plastic bag, the candles in a separate sheet of paper and knife, and the cake is still in the box.

The audacity!

Dome staff are really stupid. Never use their brain.

I celebrated birthdays before at so many diners and restaurants all my life and this has never ever happened before. Come to think of it, I wasn’t really angry. It was quite funny. Cos it was so stupid.

Then, MrGuardsman paid using his credit card, and the staff there pumped in an additional digit, charged it to his card at about a thousand plus dollars.

But of course, I will never ever celebrate any more birthdays at Dome. This was my first and last.

Such idiots.

Plus the burger was not nice at all.

dome cafe marina square birthday

At about 5pm plus today, I decided that I had to go shopping because I just HAD TO. It’s been a while since I last went on a splurge. Retail therapy helps when some idiots fucked up again. At first I thought of going to Far East Plaza but it was too far and I hate to carry my laptop when I shop a.k.a. lazy.

So I went to the nearby MRT station and just hung around the mini shops there. I was, at first, looking at clothes. But the clothes not very ‘hip’ and got aunties trying inside geez, so I continued walking.

I bought some accessories; bangles, earring and necklace for $20 all.

Then I bought a Casio Baby G watch for $100. The watch is damn nice I like hehehehe. I have always liked Baby G since Casio first launched the design. Big, chunky and digitally bulky. Damn 9 cool. Especially the strappy ones. I still remember it came around the same time as the Spoon model. So the girls would have Baby Gs and the guys would have Spoon. But I could never afford it and I didn’t want my parents to waste that kinda money. Now I can and I finally have my own Baby G watch yeahhh!!! I tried buying those pirated ones but wear 3 times, the strap putus. Niamah.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

So siao, but felt a sense of achievement so OK la. Justified purchase.

Somebody please remind me it’s RECESSION!

I’ve noticed this since the beginning of this year but always forget to mention about it here.

There’s this top class private condominium near my workplace that has a lot of shops on the ground floor. Let me see if I can remember them:

1. A sushi fast food restaurant
2. A kopitiam
3. A spectacle shop
4. A Japanese BBQ fast food restaurant
5. A VCD shop (real stuff la)
6. A facial shop
7. A shop selling women’s cosmetics and facial stuff
8. A shop selling women’s clothings
9. A shop selling women’s clothings
10. A shop selling women’s clothings
11. A shop selling women’s clothings
12. A shop selling aroma theraphy stuff
13. A famous snack shop
14. A hot dog stand
15. A famous Chinese traditional medicine shop
16. An Italian cum local restaurant
17. A nail shop (pedicure manicure)
18. A women’s shoe shop
19. A Korean restaurant
20. A desert shop
21. A famous ice cream shop
22. A yogurt stand
23. A wine shop
24. A fix shoe and handbag shop

I can remember because I always purposely walk in this mini shopping mall, which is on the way to the MRT station to take advantage of the aircond, and also because I’ve been patronizing their businesses.

Come early of this year, when the recession kicked in, what’s left?

1. That sushi fast food restaurant
2. That famous Chinese traditional medicine shop
3. That Korean restaurant
4. That wine shop
5. That kopitiam
6. That yogurt stand
7. That women’s shoe shop

So now the shopping mall is THREE QUARTERS EMPTY and the empty shops are ridiculously being replaced by plastic sofas and colourful sign boards.

It’s scarier than it sounds. Really.

Yesterday, the boyfriend and I decided to tapao dinner to go home early and Pet Society. So I decided to tapao from our MRT hub upstairs punya food court. I’m usually not much of an ‘aunty’ when it comes to food, but I saw this signboard "PROMOTION" at the main door of the food court. 

PROMOTION PRICE: $4.50!!!!!!

Wahhhhhhhhh. I faster walked to the shop and tapao lor. Not even thinking for a second if I really wanted to have that for dinner. My stupid mind went into the ’save cost’ and ‘really advantage wor’ mode. After that the boyfriend said in the first place $8.30 is already expensive -_-

Actually yahor, come to think of it, who would eat that combi on usual days? $8.30 for food court price wor. Nabeh. Expensive sia.

Sigh. This recession really affects me in a way I would never understand. Or want to.

I’ve paid for a couple spa last year in September when I was at this spa place with Fter. Only she will think of doing these kinda spa spa things. Hehehe.

Anyway, finally, yesterday, we went for this couple spa that comes with how-much-time-you-want jacuzzi, full body massage, facial and head massage and ear candling, all done in the same room together gether. The massage was really awesome, they didn’t like rush to get it over with, but really took their time to massage and press and thumb circle every inch of our bodies. Ahhhh, nice. I slept halfway during the facial and ear candling, which I thought was really unnecessary. But since I paid for it so, might as well. This was my boyfriend’s first time going for a spa muahahahhaha. He was initially quite sceptical and scared of the whole thing but in the end, I’m glad he enjoyed it, although this also means I get to laugh at him for being half gayish, cos he had a facial scrub.

Soon afterwards, the boss of the place had to call us to sit down for a chat, which of course means here-comes-the-sales-pitch talk. I’m getting quite used to these talks in Singapore, the only way to combat it is to sign the package say you don’t really have the money. I told the guy I really liked the massage but it’s not something I’d want to buy in advance. Face it, times are really bad now. I’d rather keep the money for rainy days. Maybe I’d come once a year or when my parents come down, I bring them for a couple spa. Just themselves la not me and them together jeez what’s wrong with you? And that’s just it. I really wonder how they will survive in this economy. Perhaps some tai tais would sign up lor.

Facials, however, are always a necessity for pretty looking girls like me.

The jacuzzi was really good and awfully romantic!! Hehehehe. I’m pretty sure next time if I could afford my own home, I’d also install a jacuzzi filled with rose petals and candles and 101 romantic songs (did you check out the 6 CD album geez!).

Something like this…

After 3 hours in a spa, we went for vegetarian food and headed home to play Pet Society. Yes, even da boyfriend is hooked with it.

I’ve been coughing for nearly 5 days already. Got this throat inflammation. Not the usual one, this one was really terrible. I can feel my throat swelling and my fever lasted quite a bit. I lost my voice and now I’ve got running nose. Swallowing also hurts and when the cough gets bad, I could be vomiting nothing but air.

So I’ve been eating porridges the whole week and tasteless soupish noodles. Everything’s tasteless.

Last Wednesday was bad. I was having high fever and in bed the whole day. Not talking, not picking up phone calls, just sleep and sleep and sleep. And missing mummy dearest badly.

I was so happy last Thursday when MsGreen, MrGuardsman and MrJetLi came to visit while I was working from home. I was just about to cook instant noodles when I heard the doorbell rang. They brought me porridge, a herbal jelly and a herbal drink. I was so touched. We had lunch together and off they went back to the office. I think it’s the first time I’ve ever got friends coming over to visit when I was sick. I thought it only happens in TV shows. Luckily I was wearing my bra when they came over. I made a conscious effort to finish watever they’ve brought for me.

It was good to be sick, I really appreciate their kind gesture and I learnt something new about them. They are keepers. Good stuff.

It’s Valentine’s Day today, Happy Valentine’s Day, my dear readers of 2 peehpul. I spent the morning doing some laundry for a while and we went to Paragon’s Din Tai Fung at Orchard Road to have our brunch at 4pm. Yes, 4pm. Then we walked to Shaw in hopes to catch a movie but the queue was so fucking long. Usually nobody watches movie at Shaw because the cinema’s quite old. But this time, the queue was so fucking long. Forget it, we never like Q-ing and it’s a job for Singaporeans only, so we walked aimlessly for a while until I suddenly had the urge to eat cake. And I remembered MsGreen bought this really really really delicious, best tasting cake I have ever eaten in my entire life for MsJazz’s birthday last year so I had to go get it for dinner. Walked to Takashimaya, St. Leaven at the market place downstairs but there was no strawberry cake. Sad smiley face here. You see, I’m not a cake person. But St. Leaven’s strawberry cake is so awesome, you can turn a gay person straight or vice versa after eating just one bite. I could finish an entire 1kg cake all by myself. It’s that fucking good. So it was sold out, and I went home heartbroken cos I couldn’t have my cake.

Going to Orchard on Valentine’s Day was of course the worst idea, but we only went there because of xiao long bao. Orchard was full of people. I don’t know why. All day everyday the place is fucking full of people. One auntie hit my ankles with her plastic bags so I gave her a stare. Her ’sorry sorry’ didn’t came across as sincere so if the world was to end tomorrow, I’d kill all aunties holding plastic bags first. Some idiots were selling roses for $5 a stalk. Who bloody buys a stalk of rose for $5 in this shiteous economy? Apparently, more dumbasses would. Some were also selling at $10. Heard from my mum, back in KL, 5 stalks of roses are sold at RM100. I tried to convince my boyfriend to buy a stalk for me but he refused to be a dumbass for the day. Shucks.

Now I came back and went straight online to catch up with my pet, Cibet, in Facebook’s Pet Society. Damn MsGreen for making me addicted to Pet Society! Arrrrrrrr! I find myself constantly logging in just to clean it, play ball with it, go shopping and race at the stadium. I’m getting quite good at racing hehehe. I’m so proud of my Cibet. But guess what? Pet Society’s under maintenance!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sacrilegious!!!!! Damn I was so heart broken (again!). I miss my Cibet. Arrrrrr!!!!

My bloody running nose is annoying me. MsGreen says this should be the last stage of my throat inflammation. Once my running nose disappear, I’d be better. I’m going to take my bath now and force my boyfriend to watch Desperate Housewives from Season 4 because he promised me earlier he would watch with me. He didn’t get me any Valentine’s Day gift for 3 years in a row already. Enough is enough. Now it’s pay back time. I know how he hates Desperate Housewives eventhough he has never watched the series before. Just because there are some old looking women in a series doesn’t mean it’s not nice to watch. I’ve cried so hard watching a few episodes, and I think the stories are really touching. It’s even better than Prison Break, Lost and Heroes combined.

Happy Valentine’s Day again and hope you had a good one. Hope you spent loads of money because the economy needs it. 

For me, everyday is a valentine’s day =)

I am back in Singapore since my 1 week off for Chinese New Year back home and the first thing I did upon landed is to turn on my laptop because my life depends on it, as I’ve mentioned many times in this blog.

Fuck, need to cut my nails first because these are annoying me. Wait arh…

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OK done. I haven’t cut my nails like in a month so you can imagine how long it is and how difficult it is to type on these very very cramped keyboards. Someone should design a keyboard to cater for long finger-nailers.

I took Odyssey bus home earlier, but man, it felt like I was on the airplane. The service is very satisfactory, food was yummy (I had spaghetti with steamed vegetables and a little bun dessert), movie selection was just OK for me because I’ve watched all of it (Hancock, Blood Diamond, Flight Plan, Madagascar, The Aviator) and these are all on-demand with your very own headphones. The seats are ten times much more comfortable than Aeroline. There’s a wifi connection too, however I don’t get very much successes with it, either with my phone or with my Nintendo DS.

My heart was so heavy when I sat on the bus and left KL, I couldn’t stop the tears in my eyes. I don’t like this feeling of coming back to Singapore, this weary city, and the fact that I’m coming back to this empty apartment is not making things any better. I feel like a zombie. Body is moving but no soul. I don’t know why I’m starting to feel homesick but I do. I just think it sucks to come back here. Of course I do love some things here like Swensen breakfast (I swear they have the best breakfast set in the world!!!), crab mee hoon, and the fact that I can just catch a movie by just 7 minutes walk downstairs. On that note, please don’t watch Inkheart cos you’d rather burn in hell.

I think it sucks to go to work tomorrow, because work’s no longer fun. Tiu, what I think? It sucks to go to work tomorrow, because work’s no longer fun. Well, it appears that several websites have indicated that this year, for this Monkey me, I’d have an enemy in the workplace but even before CNY, I’ve already been backstabbed several times, so work really sucks. Work politics aside though, generally career has been good for me. I should be thankful since I know quite a handful of my friends have already lost their jobs even before CNY because of the recession. And people say it’s going to get worse after this. Well I say bring it on. Some drama would be good. Thank God I got my PR too so I guess I have nothing to worry. Like Leonardo DiCaprio said in Titanic "I’ve got everything I need right here with me, I got air in my lungs…"

I can’t believe I just took a movie line as my inspiration to live on hahahaha. 

Chinese New Year this year, got a lot of drama. I will write about this one day when I’m free enough.

Shit, really need to work tomorrow ar? Siens sia. I don’t think I’d be able to sleep tonight. Cos I’ve been sleeping during the day time these days. Like a Vampire. Though I prefer to be a Lycan cos it’s much cooler as I get to transform into a bad ass werewolf. My body’s clock is all terbalik. 

It’s also 1:34am now and I’m hungry.