part 5
“You’re kidding, right?” The look on his face told me he wasn’t. Jimmy was a lot of things. Most of them would get him beaten up by less tolerant folks. But you could always tell when he was dead serious. Ah hell, I hate puns. His eyes and lips set in a grim stare.
“Theo, where’d you come across something like this? Normally this kinda thing is way over your head.”
”It’s part o’ the job. And hey, thanks for the vote of confidence. Really. I needed that. Now you gonna tell me about this thing or what?”
“Oh, oh, right. The Esprit de Renard used to be the property of Hunter Renard, the guy was some kinda high-profile thief or somesuch. Some kinda lucky charm I think. Then I don’t know how it goes but ‘parrently the amulet’s cursed, bad things been happenin’ to those who got hold of it. You ask me this Hunter fella don’t want nobody touchin’ his old lucky charm.”
Now, I wasn’t really one for this Mother Goose crap. Fairy tales were for kids and people who didn’t know they were kids. You ask me, most of this ghost, or curse hoodoo was made up by people who wanted their fifteen minutes of semi-obscurity. Say what you want, but to me real mysteries are why people can’t stay married, why no one cares about the everyman’s suffering. Tell me why that happens and I’ll probably die happy. Then again, probably not. But at least it answers questions.
I thanked Jimmy for his help. He responded by slamming the door in my face. Can’t fault the man for hospitality. Above, it started to rain. Raindrops splattered to the surface like dreams shattering when you wake up. It was bitingly cold. Elsewhere, a young couple ran for shelter as the rain came pelting down. A hobo cowered under his flimsy cardboard shelter as what was left of his protection crumbled around him. I turned up the collar of my coat and walked back in the rain.
Somehow the rain managed to mirror what I thought inside. I was being paid millions to recover somebody’s trinket. Not that it was very hard to find – you gotta know the right people first. But it was the reputation that bothered me. Jimmy’d told me about all the guys who’d gotten their hands on the Esprit de Renard. One died, his car swerved into a tree. Another fell out of an open window. Yet another drowned. The last one went insane. Some track record. Who was Bouchard to the Esprit and why did she want it?
It was still raining as I got back to the office. I shook the rainwater off my coat and tossed it on the chair.
I made a phone call.
Sunday, October 12, 2003
part 4
The bell above the door tinkled as I trudged my way inside Jimmy Hannigan's shop. Figures the coin landed the way I was hoping it wouldn't. But that's me. Jimmy Hannigan was a friend of mine, or what passed as friends nowadays. Still, he was one of the only people in this town who I didn't feel instant animosity towards. Jimmy ran a business, though maybe not quite the business that most people'd be accustomed to.
He glanced up at me from above his newspaper.
"Get outta my shop."
"Come on, Jimmy. Can't a guy drop by to see a friend?"
"Some friend. What'd I tell you about coming back here after what you pulled with my wife?"
"I told ya, Jimmy, she came onto me! What's a guy gotta do?"
"Her? Come onta you? HAW!"
Jimmy didn't have the greatest tact in the world, but he had a heart of gold. At least, I like to think he did, it just made his personality a lot easier to stomach.
"C'mon Jim, I really need your help this time."
"You always 'really need' my help everytime, Theo. What's it this time? You need money? Booze? What?"
"I got lost things that need finding Jim, you're my man for these kinda things."
"Oh, you finally got a job, didja? What'choo gotta do? Find a lost puppy? Petshop's down the road, Theo!"
Jimmy burst out laughing, though I felt like making him burst in another kinda way. The kind that involved lead plugs and leaking bodies. But he was a friend, dammit. An important one. And I wasn't in the habit of plugging friends. Not even moronic ones. Regardless, I reached into my coat. Jimmy flinched a little. He was a good man, fought in the Great War. But thing about wars is it makes you jittery like a cat on cocaine. He'd had his fair share of being plugged once or twice, though not enough to kill him. I'm still convinced the lead did something to his brain, you don't go through something like that and survive with all your marbles.
I pulled out a stack of paper and tossed them onto the table. Jimmy visually relaxed, then took a long hard look at the papers as if sizing it up for prey.
"What's this?"
"With luck, a big fat paycheque."
He took up a stack of the papers and furrowed his brow as he concentrated. Finally, after what seemed like forever he glanced back up at me.
"You know what this is?"
"Was hoping you'd tell me."
"The Esprit de Renard, you fool. You know what it is?"
"Ah... nope."
"It's DEATH!"
To be continued
The bell above the door tinkled as I trudged my way inside Jimmy Hannigan's shop. Figures the coin landed the way I was hoping it wouldn't. But that's me. Jimmy Hannigan was a friend of mine, or what passed as friends nowadays. Still, he was one of the only people in this town who I didn't feel instant animosity towards. Jimmy ran a business, though maybe not quite the business that most people'd be accustomed to.
He glanced up at me from above his newspaper.
"Get outta my shop."
"Come on, Jimmy. Can't a guy drop by to see a friend?"
"Some friend. What'd I tell you about coming back here after what you pulled with my wife?"
"I told ya, Jimmy, she came onto me! What's a guy gotta do?"
"Her? Come onta you? HAW!"
Jimmy didn't have the greatest tact in the world, but he had a heart of gold. At least, I like to think he did, it just made his personality a lot easier to stomach.
"C'mon Jim, I really need your help this time."
"You always 'really need' my help everytime, Theo. What's it this time? You need money? Booze? What?"
"I got lost things that need finding Jim, you're my man for these kinda things."
"Oh, you finally got a job, didja? What'choo gotta do? Find a lost puppy? Petshop's down the road, Theo!"
Jimmy burst out laughing, though I felt like making him burst in another kinda way. The kind that involved lead plugs and leaking bodies. But he was a friend, dammit. An important one. And I wasn't in the habit of plugging friends. Not even moronic ones. Regardless, I reached into my coat. Jimmy flinched a little. He was a good man, fought in the Great War. But thing about wars is it makes you jittery like a cat on cocaine. He'd had his fair share of being plugged once or twice, though not enough to kill him. I'm still convinced the lead did something to his brain, you don't go through something like that and survive with all your marbles.
I pulled out a stack of paper and tossed them onto the table. Jimmy visually relaxed, then took a long hard look at the papers as if sizing it up for prey.
"What's this?"
"With luck, a big fat paycheque."
He took up a stack of the papers and furrowed his brow as he concentrated. Finally, after what seemed like forever he glanced back up at me.
"You know what this is?"
"Was hoping you'd tell me."
"The Esprit de Renard, you fool. You know what it is?"
"Ah... nope."
"It's DEATH!"
To be continued
Monday, October 06, 2003
part 3
I sat back in my chair in disbelief. The chair groaned, and inwardly so did I. To hell with the chair, I thought to myself. I could buy hundreds of goddamned chairs. I could live somewhere else with this kinda payout. Somewhere nice. And I didn’t even have to lift a finger, I coulda just taken the money and run off somewhere. But I was thinkin’.
Seems the dame had some expectations, for me to find the things she wanted. Now, I figured that if she had the cash to throw around like that, she had ways to make sure I played ball. Seemed less and less like she’d just come into the money to me. I could run away with the money. But something told me that if I did I wouldn’t live to spend it all. Didn’t help that I had something which most of this city didn’t have, an odd reversal of the norm. I had morals, I had standards. Kinda explained my current situation. But I’d rather die poor without guilt than rich and scummy. Which was why I was an idiot.
I looked over the broad’s name card. Cassandra Bouchard. Didn’t recognize the name. Could be an alias. I flipped the card over and over idly in my hand while my mind wandered. I’d need to grill my sources on this one. Normally I hated calling in favours but I figured since I got presidents behind me, I had more power than I usually did. I sighed, and pulled the stack of paper out from the envelope again.
I started to look over it again, just like I had the last four times. I stopped. Already knew what the gig was about, and all the pieces on the chessboard – why was it bothering me that I didn’t know who the players were? I couldn’t stand unanswered questions.
Who were ‘they’?
I stood up from my chair and shuffled over to the window. Streaked with grime and caked with dust, it’d seen its fair share of hell. I couldn’t bear to clean that window. Would’ve felt too much like painting this shitty city up in makeup and giving it high heels. I didn’t like living in Lost Haven and I didn’t make a secret of it. Which was why I was tempted to take up the job – 5 million would let me live comfortably in somewhere nice and classy. Like Manhattan.
Like a kid’s mother, though, I wasn’t comfortable with things that I didn’t know where they came from. Call me paranoid. But I had a habit of looking in the mouths of gift horses. I sighed, again. Did it really have to come down to this? I made a choice the only way I knew how.
I flipped a coin.
To be continued
I sat back in my chair in disbelief. The chair groaned, and inwardly so did I. To hell with the chair, I thought to myself. I could buy hundreds of goddamned chairs. I could live somewhere else with this kinda payout. Somewhere nice. And I didn’t even have to lift a finger, I coulda just taken the money and run off somewhere. But I was thinkin’.
Seems the dame had some expectations, for me to find the things she wanted. Now, I figured that if she had the cash to throw around like that, she had ways to make sure I played ball. Seemed less and less like she’d just come into the money to me. I could run away with the money. But something told me that if I did I wouldn’t live to spend it all. Didn’t help that I had something which most of this city didn’t have, an odd reversal of the norm. I had morals, I had standards. Kinda explained my current situation. But I’d rather die poor without guilt than rich and scummy. Which was why I was an idiot.
I looked over the broad’s name card. Cassandra Bouchard. Didn’t recognize the name. Could be an alias. I flipped the card over and over idly in my hand while my mind wandered. I’d need to grill my sources on this one. Normally I hated calling in favours but I figured since I got presidents behind me, I had more power than I usually did. I sighed, and pulled the stack of paper out from the envelope again.
I started to look over it again, just like I had the last four times. I stopped. Already knew what the gig was about, and all the pieces on the chessboard – why was it bothering me that I didn’t know who the players were? I couldn’t stand unanswered questions.
Who were ‘they’?
I stood up from my chair and shuffled over to the window. Streaked with grime and caked with dust, it’d seen its fair share of hell. I couldn’t bear to clean that window. Would’ve felt too much like painting this shitty city up in makeup and giving it high heels. I didn’t like living in Lost Haven and I didn’t make a secret of it. Which was why I was tempted to take up the job – 5 million would let me live comfortably in somewhere nice and classy. Like Manhattan.
Like a kid’s mother, though, I wasn’t comfortable with things that I didn’t know where they came from. Call me paranoid. But I had a habit of looking in the mouths of gift horses. I sighed, again. Did it really have to come down to this? I made a choice the only way I knew how.
I flipped a coin.
To be continued
Friday, October 03, 2003
part 2
In walked trouble, brunette as usual. She walked – or rather, glided into the room. The kind of broad that made you sit up and then some, but that’s not saying much, especially for me. Wasn’t that I didn’t want to. Despite all that she was the innocent, rich kind, the type whose shit smells like roses. Black dress. Funeral, or one of those classy broads. Red leather purse. Gaudy enough to tell me that she just came into money. No classy dame would wanna be seen with that thing, I knew. Suitcase… Holiday? I could tell this would be a good day.
“I was in the area and I saw your sign. Are you a detective?”
“You don’t look the type to just drop by, missy. And the door coulda told you just fine.”
“Haha! They said you were a witty one.”
”Who’re they?”
She ignored my question and went straight for the crux of the matter – no one ever had a sense of humour anymore. Makes me wonder why I bother.
“I need you to find something for me. I’m told you’re good at that sort of thing?”
“Yeah? That the same ‘they’ you were talking about?” Before she got the chance to offer the witty rebuttal they all seemed to like giving, I continued.
“Look. I’m a busy man here… I ain’t got time ta look for whatever it is you lost. Call lost and found or something, yeah?”
“Busy enough to doze off in your chair? Look, Mr. Garrett, I’m very willing to make this worth your while.”
Maybe the realisation that she’d caught me napping stung me. Maybe it was the ‘worth your while’ comment. Or something else. All I knew was that she was right, I had nothing better to do, so it was down to playing findsman. I HATE playing findsman. But then again, I also hated eating leftover Chinese. Left a bad taste in my mouth. Wasn’t the only thing.
“How much?”
“How fast can you finish the job?”
“Depends on my motivation.”
The suitcase sprang open, and I decided maybe findsman wasn’t the worst thing in the world.
“I am prepared to offer you 5 million dollars, Mr. Garrett. Half now, half upon completion. The details of the job are included inside the case. Have a good day, Mr. Garrett, and I hope to hear from you soon.”
Just like that, the chick was gone. Reminds me of my last relationship. Make that only relationship. Details.
Details. I dug through the suitcase and found a manila folder tucked underneath a wad of bills. An array of photos and text greeted me as I opened it up, looked pretty open and shut to me. So why get me to do the dirty work? Looked pretty foolproof, but then again fools had a rep for defying expectations. Then I got to the gist of it.
To be continued
In walked trouble, brunette as usual. She walked – or rather, glided into the room. The kind of broad that made you sit up and then some, but that’s not saying much, especially for me. Wasn’t that I didn’t want to. Despite all that she was the innocent, rich kind, the type whose shit smells like roses. Black dress. Funeral, or one of those classy broads. Red leather purse. Gaudy enough to tell me that she just came into money. No classy dame would wanna be seen with that thing, I knew. Suitcase… Holiday? I could tell this would be a good day.
“I was in the area and I saw your sign. Are you a detective?”
“You don’t look the type to just drop by, missy. And the door coulda told you just fine.”
“Haha! They said you were a witty one.”
”Who’re they?”
She ignored my question and went straight for the crux of the matter – no one ever had a sense of humour anymore. Makes me wonder why I bother.
“I need you to find something for me. I’m told you’re good at that sort of thing?”
“Yeah? That the same ‘they’ you were talking about?” Before she got the chance to offer the witty rebuttal they all seemed to like giving, I continued.
“Look. I’m a busy man here… I ain’t got time ta look for whatever it is you lost. Call lost and found or something, yeah?”
“Busy enough to doze off in your chair? Look, Mr. Garrett, I’m very willing to make this worth your while.”
Maybe the realisation that she’d caught me napping stung me. Maybe it was the ‘worth your while’ comment. Or something else. All I knew was that she was right, I had nothing better to do, so it was down to playing findsman. I HATE playing findsman. But then again, I also hated eating leftover Chinese. Left a bad taste in my mouth. Wasn’t the only thing.
“How much?”
“How fast can you finish the job?”
“Depends on my motivation.”
The suitcase sprang open, and I decided maybe findsman wasn’t the worst thing in the world.
“I am prepared to offer you 5 million dollars, Mr. Garrett. Half now, half upon completion. The details of the job are included inside the case. Have a good day, Mr. Garrett, and I hope to hear from you soon.”
Just like that, the chick was gone. Reminds me of my last relationship. Make that only relationship. Details.
Details. I dug through the suitcase and found a manila folder tucked underneath a wad of bills. An array of photos and text greeted me as I opened it up, looked pretty open and shut to me. So why get me to do the dirty work? Looked pretty foolproof, but then again fools had a rep for defying expectations. Then I got to the gist of it.
To be continued
Tuesday, September 30, 2003
part 1
The sun rose with practiced bravado.
That made two of us. I staggered off the couch and towards the liquor cabinet for some breakfast. My head throbbed like I'd gone ten rounds with Tyson, or maybe ten shots of cheap tequila. Looking over at the clock I realised that I'd been asleep the whole of yesterday. Not like I'd missed anything important though, life had a way of going on without me. I downed the most important meal of the day, grimacing at the rancid, cheap, vodka burning its way down my gullet. I looked back at myself, empty, distorted, and fragile. Mostly empty, though. Story of my life.
I tossed the bottle in the trash and sat down in my chair. The ceiling fan spun lazily around, doing nothing more than blowing hot air back down at me. In case I hadn't been blowing my trumpet enough, my name was Theo, Theo Garrett, private eye. That is, I would be one if I could get a case. Right now the only case I was interested in was one filled with my friend, JD.
The door rang, springing a spark of false hope that the sign on the door wouldn't be a lie after all.
To be Continued
The sun rose with practiced bravado.
That made two of us. I staggered off the couch and towards the liquor cabinet for some breakfast. My head throbbed like I'd gone ten rounds with Tyson, or maybe ten shots of cheap tequila. Looking over at the clock I realised that I'd been asleep the whole of yesterday. Not like I'd missed anything important though, life had a way of going on without me. I downed the most important meal of the day, grimacing at the rancid, cheap, vodka burning its way down my gullet. I looked back at myself, empty, distorted, and fragile. Mostly empty, though. Story of my life.
I tossed the bottle in the trash and sat down in my chair. The ceiling fan spun lazily around, doing nothing more than blowing hot air back down at me. In case I hadn't been blowing my trumpet enough, my name was Theo, Theo Garrett, private eye. That is, I would be one if I could get a case. Right now the only case I was interested in was one filled with my friend, JD.
The door rang, springing a spark of false hope that the sign on the door wouldn't be a lie after all.
To be Continued
Tuesday, September 16, 2003
Heh. Been way too lazy to update.
Found some awesomely trippy sites over the past couple weeks.
http://www.weebls-stuff.com/
^_^
And http://www.ritsumei.ac.jp/~akitaoka/saishin-e.html will make your brain hurt, or your eyes melt. One of those.
www.addictinggames.com for all your boredom curing needs.
Found some awesomely trippy sites over the past couple weeks.
http://www.weebls-stuff.com/
^_^
And http://www.ritsumei.ac.jp/~akitaoka/saishin-e.html will make your brain hurt, or your eyes melt. One of those.
www.addictinggames.com for all your boredom curing needs.
Sunday, August 31, 2003
You are a noble warrior.
You belive there is no true evil, and that everyone
can turn onto the good side. You spare your
enemies when they admit defeat. You fight with
a passion. You save those in need, and put
their saftey first. You use a long sword, and a
shield.
What type of Swordsman are you?
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Fight with honor, fight for justice!
... And stuff.
Thursday, August 28, 2003
HW's guide to surviving SIP:
1. Skive at every possible opportunity.
Skiving is of course the best way to cure stress, fatigue, and pesky notions of working hard. Pick a spot somewhere secluded while you don't have any duties assigned. If possible move a couch there so as to ensure ease of skiving and maximise skive potential. Have a stash of snacks and food there in case you're snowed in and have to survive for 3 days before help arrives.
2. Get to know your co-workers.
Getting to know your co-workers is yet another vital step. Familiarising yourself with them is the best way to go, in case you're forced to skin one of them to survive in arctic temperatures. A big man is better for this than a small woman, though you can fashion weapons out of her bones to fend off predators. Also, getting to know them helps in finding people who sympathize with your plight and are willing to swear allegiance to you.
3. See the outside world as often as you can.
Seeing birds and the sun is far better than seeing dust mites and that flickering fluorescent light over your head that just won't stay lit. Also, getting fresh air just means that you breathe less of the hallucinogens that they pump through the central air-conditioning system. Beat the system!
4. Cherish your off days and free time.
Every hour that you spend free is one less hour for them to twist your mind and turn you into a finely tuned killing and filing machine. Also, free time away from the office is a chance to plan your escape and break free without their video monitors spotting you and sounding the alarms.
5. Remember the law of inverses.
The more you enjoy your time, the faster your SIP will seem to pass, and the greater chance that they'll hire you again, sending you back to square one. Of course, when you do go back to school you'll just wish you were at work again, where you 'didn't have to do no dang projects and homework'.
Remember, either way, you can't win!
1. Skive at every possible opportunity.
Skiving is of course the best way to cure stress, fatigue, and pesky notions of working hard. Pick a spot somewhere secluded while you don't have any duties assigned. If possible move a couch there so as to ensure ease of skiving and maximise skive potential. Have a stash of snacks and food there in case you're snowed in and have to survive for 3 days before help arrives.
2. Get to know your co-workers.
Getting to know your co-workers is yet another vital step. Familiarising yourself with them is the best way to go, in case you're forced to skin one of them to survive in arctic temperatures. A big man is better for this than a small woman, though you can fashion weapons out of her bones to fend off predators. Also, getting to know them helps in finding people who sympathize with your plight and are willing to swear allegiance to you.
3. See the outside world as often as you can.
Seeing birds and the sun is far better than seeing dust mites and that flickering fluorescent light over your head that just won't stay lit. Also, getting fresh air just means that you breathe less of the hallucinogens that they pump through the central air-conditioning system. Beat the system!
4. Cherish your off days and free time.
Every hour that you spend free is one less hour for them to twist your mind and turn you into a finely tuned killing and filing machine. Also, free time away from the office is a chance to plan your escape and break free without their video monitors spotting you and sounding the alarms.
5. Remember the law of inverses.
The more you enjoy your time, the faster your SIP will seem to pass, and the greater chance that they'll hire you again, sending you back to square one. Of course, when you do go back to school you'll just wish you were at work again, where you 'didn't have to do no dang projects and homework'.
Remember, either way, you can't win!
King Crimson - Walking on air
Close your eyes and look at me
I'll be standing by your side
In between the deep blue sea
And the sheltering sky
If we find no words to say
To the rhythm of the waves
Then we'll both surrender there
Walking on air
And the worries of the day lie down
Under cover of the fading clouds
The secrets of the night
Come alive in your eyes
You don't have to hurry
You don't have to try
Cause you don't have a care
You're walking on air
Haven't really been doing much that warrants a blog entry. So we'll sing instead!
Close your eyes and look at me
I'll be standing by your side
In between the deep blue sea
And the sheltering sky
If we find no words to say
To the rhythm of the waves
Then we'll both surrender there
Walking on air
And the worries of the day lie down
Under cover of the fading clouds
The secrets of the night
Come alive in your eyes
You don't have to hurry
You don't have to try
Cause you don't have a care
You're walking on air
Haven't really been doing much that warrants a blog entry. So we'll sing instead!
Tuesday, August 19, 2003
Another 10 reasons why I love you:
1. You're wonderfully kind and caring.
2. We're too similar.
3. You love animals
4. You go out of your way to treat me like a king
5. You've shown me many new experiences, opened me up to newer possibilities
6. You love food =p
7. You don't mind when I call you
8. You make me feel loved and important
9. You always surprise me day to day
10. I just do.
1. You're wonderfully kind and caring.
2. We're too similar.
3. You love animals
4. You go out of your way to treat me like a king
5. You've shown me many new experiences, opened me up to newer possibilities
6. You love food =p
7. You don't mind when I call you
8. You make me feel loved and important
9. You always surprise me day to day
10. I just do.
Friday, August 08, 2003
I feel pretty tired. Pretty much settled into work, is that what's brought on the fatigue? Resigned self to spending another.... *checks donut of misery* 139.97 days to go on SIP. Missed CCN day today because of a last minute job, too. Gragh! At least I get to spend next Tuesday with kitten... I hope. Must check the schedule when I get to work tomorrow. Speaking of which, I have the dubious distinction of having to work this weekend, while everyone else is enjoying the off day. Sigh. Must not let that get me down! I guess off days are off days in the end though.
Been feeling lethargic lately. Probably the early mornings, I'd say... Ah well. It's National Day tomorrow. What does that mean? To me it's just another day. I've pretty much lost track of normal week times, now it's either "working day" or "not working day". Heh.
Upside is that I've been seeing kitten everyday so far this week ^_^ Thanks love, I don't know how I'd have made it through without ya! You bring this joy to my life that nothing else can quite live up to. Also, I've been a shrink to a couple of friends - who turn away feeling lots better and praise me later for it =p
The doctor is in!
Been feeling lethargic lately. Probably the early mornings, I'd say... Ah well. It's National Day tomorrow. What does that mean? To me it's just another day. I've pretty much lost track of normal week times, now it's either "working day" or "not working day". Heh.
Upside is that I've been seeing kitten everyday so far this week ^_^ Thanks love, I don't know how I'd have made it through without ya! You bring this joy to my life that nothing else can quite live up to. Also, I've been a shrink to a couple of friends - who turn away feeling lots better and praise me later for it =p
The doctor is in!
Wednesday, July 30, 2003
Long time no update. Anyway, yesterday was easily the best day I had! Yesterday was me and kitten's 3 month anniversary, and it was the Sum 41 concert which I didn't have to pay a cent to go to. Gwahahhaa.
Anyway, left the house earlyish to go to Raffles City SC to buy the flower bouquet. They only had 2 purple tulips left so I picked a nice pink one to go along with it. Then over to Chocolate Box to buy some choccies and write a note to go along with it. By the time it was about 1.20 so I had to rush a little if I was to drop it at the front desk, which was my original intention. But when I went over there, she was just coming back from lunch with Pam and so I was kinda caught =p she called me just as I reached Raffles Place, I was trying to keep it a secret from her but kinda failing. Made her worry a little as I didn't sound myself, which was true since I was really trying to keep my surprise. As it turned out I walked out from the MRT and she and Pam were right behind. Sigh.
She was surprised, to say the least, and walked me downstairs to the MRT to wait for my train with me. We chatted a bit and then I was off to work >_<
At work, nothing special. Bummed around waiting for something to happen. Then finally at about 7 or so Arti (Mulchand) was done and we went over to Fort Canning for the concert. It didn't really start until about 7.50, when Pug Jelly or whatever they are came on stage to open for Sum 41. Too bad they were terrible. Haha, now I know why John doesn't like them at all. Saddest part was when the drummer threw his sticks into the crowd and the crowd threw them right back. And one of them was talking to the audience on the mic, and they cut it to stop him talking. Funniest thing ever!
About 30 minutes after that Sum 41 finally appeared to much cheering. Concert wasn't too bad, was pretty fun. My first big concert anyway ^_^ I left at about 9.35, half an hour before the concert ended, to go meet Kitten at Dhoby Ghaut MRT. Hee, turned out she received 2 tins of Mrs Field's cookies as thanks for covering an event at Junction 8. Added to the flowers and the chocolates she got from me today, that's one big load to carry. We walked over to PS since she hadn't eaten yet, and the only place that seemed opened was Macs. So there wasn't much of a choice in the matter. Tian came down later to join us to eat, crazy Tian as usual. Met her earlier during the concert, too, complaining she was too sticky and sweaty from headbanging in the mosh pit too much. Haha. Tian left earlier than we did, though, so we just finished off our food then went on back. Kitten insisted on sending me back, so we took the train up to Yio Chu Kang to take the 70. We got down near my stop, and I walked her to the 88 bus stop to take her bus. Kitten gave me a tin of Mrs Fields to take back, and we waited for her bus to come by. Sent her off then it was back home for me. Bummed around a bit and then finally crashed for the night.
Anyway, left the house earlyish to go to Raffles City SC to buy the flower bouquet. They only had 2 purple tulips left so I picked a nice pink one to go along with it. Then over to Chocolate Box to buy some choccies and write a note to go along with it. By the time it was about 1.20 so I had to rush a little if I was to drop it at the front desk, which was my original intention. But when I went over there, she was just coming back from lunch with Pam and so I was kinda caught =p she called me just as I reached Raffles Place, I was trying to keep it a secret from her but kinda failing. Made her worry a little as I didn't sound myself, which was true since I was really trying to keep my surprise. As it turned out I walked out from the MRT and she and Pam were right behind. Sigh.
She was surprised, to say the least, and walked me downstairs to the MRT to wait for my train with me. We chatted a bit and then I was off to work >_<
At work, nothing special. Bummed around waiting for something to happen. Then finally at about 7 or so Arti (Mulchand) was done and we went over to Fort Canning for the concert. It didn't really start until about 7.50, when Pug Jelly or whatever they are came on stage to open for Sum 41. Too bad they were terrible. Haha, now I know why John doesn't like them at all. Saddest part was when the drummer threw his sticks into the crowd and the crowd threw them right back. And one of them was talking to the audience on the mic, and they cut it to stop him talking. Funniest thing ever!
About 30 minutes after that Sum 41 finally appeared to much cheering. Concert wasn't too bad, was pretty fun. My first big concert anyway ^_^ I left at about 9.35, half an hour before the concert ended, to go meet Kitten at Dhoby Ghaut MRT. Hee, turned out she received 2 tins of Mrs Field's cookies as thanks for covering an event at Junction 8. Added to the flowers and the chocolates she got from me today, that's one big load to carry. We walked over to PS since she hadn't eaten yet, and the only place that seemed opened was Macs. So there wasn't much of a choice in the matter. Tian came down later to join us to eat, crazy Tian as usual. Met her earlier during the concert, too, complaining she was too sticky and sweaty from headbanging in the mosh pit too much. Haha. Tian left earlier than we did, though, so we just finished off our food then went on back. Kitten insisted on sending me back, so we took the train up to Yio Chu Kang to take the 70. We got down near my stop, and I walked her to the 88 bus stop to take her bus. Kitten gave me a tin of Mrs Fields to take back, and we waited for her bus to come by. Sent her off then it was back home for me. Bummed around a bit and then finally crashed for the night.
Wednesday, July 16, 2003
Well today was like day 3 of my SIP. I'm slowly getting into the groove of things. Generally most of the people at STTV are quite whacky, and funny to be around. Generally easy going bunch. That didn't stop me and John from likening SPH to a prison that we willingly revisited daily. We devised a system for it:
On monday, it would be known as Auschwitz, cause it was the beginning of a work week. Tuesday, the Gulag. Wednesday it'd be known as East Germany. Thursday, we still hadn't decided what to call it. Friday was Cuba because it was the last day in the week. It's funny that way. Oh yeah, we work from 2 to 10 from monday to friday for the first 2 weeks at least. Gerry (Geraldine)'s our supervisor for the most part, she's quite enthusiastic and bubbly for a person stuck without a social life. She's also the director for the news. She's awfully good. Arnold and Michelle are your quintessential newscasters, they seem kind of unapproachable but they're actually quite friendly. Arnold's from SJI, hail hail. Ah.... Vanessa and Gerard are both Director's assistants. They've more or less been tagging along with each other since Uni. To ESPN, then here. Like each other's shadow, haha. Don and Jennifer are the editors, they're somewhat older but they're still quite energetic and enthusiastic.
Ah well. That's just the gist of it. Basically me and John help out with the production of the news every night at 9.30. We help gather stats, stock info, and collate everything for viewing later. We also help to create the scripts and etc, and hand them out to the newscasters. It's a little hard to describe but as it goes along I'm sure we'll understand it more.
I'll continue this later then, just thought I'd write on what we had to do so you people would have an idea =p
On monday, it would be known as Auschwitz, cause it was the beginning of a work week. Tuesday, the Gulag. Wednesday it'd be known as East Germany. Thursday, we still hadn't decided what to call it. Friday was Cuba because it was the last day in the week. It's funny that way. Oh yeah, we work from 2 to 10 from monday to friday for the first 2 weeks at least. Gerry (Geraldine)'s our supervisor for the most part, she's quite enthusiastic and bubbly for a person stuck without a social life. She's also the director for the news. She's awfully good. Arnold and Michelle are your quintessential newscasters, they seem kind of unapproachable but they're actually quite friendly. Arnold's from SJI, hail hail. Ah.... Vanessa and Gerard are both Director's assistants. They've more or less been tagging along with each other since Uni. To ESPN, then here. Like each other's shadow, haha. Don and Jennifer are the editors, they're somewhat older but they're still quite energetic and enthusiastic.
Ah well. That's just the gist of it. Basically me and John help out with the production of the news every night at 9.30. We help gather stats, stock info, and collate everything for viewing later. We also help to create the scripts and etc, and hand them out to the newscasters. It's a little hard to describe but as it goes along I'm sure we'll understand it more.
I'll continue this later then, just thought I'd write on what we had to do so you people would have an idea =p
Monday, July 14, 2003
Gah. Work today wasn't bad, but wasn't that great either. I guess I'm just adjusting from holiday mood to work mood, I'll grow accustomed sooner or later. Woke up at about 6.45, gave kitten a wake-up call (silly baby was lazing in bed for about half an hour when I called). Then got ready for work, left the house by about 7.45-7.50 to meet John at Braddell at like 8.30.
Walked into the toilet at Braddell to find John there, so bonus. Went to the building, expecting doom and gloom, not sunshiney happiness. Went to the front desk, got directed to the guardhouse. Saw Liling. Went to the guardhouse, got directed to the security desk. Got our work passes. Went upstairs, got there by 8.45, then waited for like 20 minutes while a couple of other people got attended to (including Liling) before we did.
Finally, got brought to sign our contracts. Standard company stuff. I think, not that I’ve worked for many large companies before. Heh. Make that *any* large companies before. Learned about our induction programme, got brought to the teaching facility to learn how to use the marvellous software. We started with ENDV, which is what we use to get our feeds from the wire services from Associated Press. Then moved on to Coyote3, which looks bloody archaic and ancient. I can’t believe the whole company is using that. >_<
Broke for lunch, so we went to the cafeteria. Not as big a selection as I thought there’d be, but then again there are always various coffeeshops in and around the immediate vicinity. So no worries there. Bummed around the lobby till about 1.50, then went upstairs to learn more about the library. They’ve got an extensive magazine section, I guess I’ll check through it on my downtime. Learnt a little about LotusNotes, and the reference sections. Nothing too out of the ordinary, or exciting. Then.. went to the art/photos section and met Mel, the cartoonist. Funny guy, friendly too. But he’s not that great of an artist. XP
Breezed through that, then went to back to the teaching fac to learn LotusNotes properly. Nothing too exciting or noteworthy there either, but then we got to leave by 5! Whoo! Just hope I get to leave at that time tomorrow too.
John said he was going to go meet Kris in town, as his “only tether to sanity”. John’s funny in that antiestablishment way. He more or less inspired me to do what I did next, I took a train down to Raffles Place to wait for Kitten, having tried to coordinate with Pam as to what time they were finishing. At about 6.10, she finally appeared, and I got up to get behind a pillar. Then surprised her when she came by. =)
She walked to the train station with Pam and their new friend, Jasmine, then said bye as they got on the train. I then got on the train with her and hugged her all the way to Pasir Ris. Gawd I missed that girl. *sigh*
When we got to Pasir Ris, went to Old Chang Kee to buy some fritters and the like. Bought a can of vanilla coke, sat down, talked a little, ate, then I had to go home since mum was nagging. =p If all goes well I can meet her tomorrow too… Hopefully.
Walked into the toilet at Braddell to find John there, so bonus. Went to the building, expecting doom and gloom, not sunshiney happiness. Went to the front desk, got directed to the guardhouse. Saw Liling. Went to the guardhouse, got directed to the security desk. Got our work passes. Went upstairs, got there by 8.45, then waited for like 20 minutes while a couple of other people got attended to (including Liling) before we did.
Finally, got brought to sign our contracts. Standard company stuff. I think, not that I’ve worked for many large companies before. Heh. Make that *any* large companies before. Learned about our induction programme, got brought to the teaching facility to learn how to use the marvellous software. We started with ENDV, which is what we use to get our feeds from the wire services from Associated Press. Then moved on to Coyote3, which looks bloody archaic and ancient. I can’t believe the whole company is using that. >_<
Broke for lunch, so we went to the cafeteria. Not as big a selection as I thought there’d be, but then again there are always various coffeeshops in and around the immediate vicinity. So no worries there. Bummed around the lobby till about 1.50, then went upstairs to learn more about the library. They’ve got an extensive magazine section, I guess I’ll check through it on my downtime. Learnt a little about LotusNotes, and the reference sections. Nothing too out of the ordinary, or exciting. Then.. went to the art/photos section and met Mel, the cartoonist. Funny guy, friendly too. But he’s not that great of an artist. XP
Breezed through that, then went to back to the teaching fac to learn LotusNotes properly. Nothing too exciting or noteworthy there either, but then we got to leave by 5! Whoo! Just hope I get to leave at that time tomorrow too.
John said he was going to go meet Kris in town, as his “only tether to sanity”. John’s funny in that antiestablishment way. He more or less inspired me to do what I did next, I took a train down to Raffles Place to wait for Kitten, having tried to coordinate with Pam as to what time they were finishing. At about 6.10, she finally appeared, and I got up to get behind a pillar. Then surprised her when she came by. =)
She walked to the train station with Pam and their new friend, Jasmine, then said bye as they got on the train. I then got on the train with her and hugged her all the way to Pasir Ris. Gawd I missed that girl. *sigh*
When we got to Pasir Ris, went to Old Chang Kee to buy some fritters and the like. Bought a can of vanilla coke, sat down, talked a little, ate, then I had to go home since mum was nagging. =p If all goes well I can meet her tomorrow too… Hopefully.
Sunday, July 13, 2003
Oh dear.... 2 weeks now.
I start SIP tmw. I can't help but feel apprehension, and dismay - there are so many things to go! Places to meet! People to do! You get the idea. I sincerely hope that the people at SPH are nice people, but hey, I'll be working with John at least. He's always fun to work with. Kitten also starts hers tmw, I hope they treat her well too - that's a quality employee they've hired! So far most of those who've started SIP already are still alive... and well... the time should pass somewhat fast, shouldn't it?
I'm just going to miss waking up late, and going out with kitten so often... at least for the next 6 months. Hope all those who're starting their SIP tomorrow go to good places, with good people, and they won't collapse under an immense workload. For those who've already begun, hope that their 'so far, so good' feeling continues. I'm filled with hope (if you haven't noticed) for this SIP, but not knowing what to expect and having the feeling of 'no more fun blargh sob weep' is kinda doing me in. =/
I'm so nervous...
I start SIP tmw. I can't help but feel apprehension, and dismay - there are so many things to go! Places to meet! People to do! You get the idea. I sincerely hope that the people at SPH are nice people, but hey, I'll be working with John at least. He's always fun to work with. Kitten also starts hers tmw, I hope they treat her well too - that's a quality employee they've hired! So far most of those who've started SIP already are still alive... and well... the time should pass somewhat fast, shouldn't it?
I'm just going to miss waking up late, and going out with kitten so often... at least for the next 6 months. Hope all those who're starting their SIP tomorrow go to good places, with good people, and they won't collapse under an immense workload. For those who've already begun, hope that their 'so far, so good' feeling continues. I'm filled with hope (if you haven't noticed) for this SIP, but not knowing what to expect and having the feeling of 'no more fun blargh sob weep' is kinda doing me in. =/
I'm so nervous...
Tuesday, June 24, 2003
Before you file a missing person's report, don't worry, I'm still here. Just been too lazy to update. But here's my regular, obligatory fortnightly update:
Saturday, 21st June: Woke up early in order to go to school. Had the SIP briefing and all. Woke up at 7, so I gave the kitten a morning wake up call. But silly kitten went right back to sleep. =p I left the house at about 810 or so, mum dropped me at the bus stop so I could skip one bus. Looked at my watch, saw it was 820. Remembered I had to take my temperature. And had to be there by 845 in order to do so, so I decided "to hell with it" and took a cab instead. As I was walking into the school compound, saw Liling in front. Went over to the Business temperature taking station, saw Eddie still standing there for some indeterminate reason. Me and Liling went through absolutely fine (33.4 is NOT fine, however. I'm freaked out.), but Eddie was stuck there since his temperature was higher. (35. Wow.) Went over to the LT, saw Ms. Chuah and Mrs Nah sitting outside with some forms that I assumed was attendance or somesuch, but was told it was for thermometers.
I hate thermometers, they make me retch sometimes. And I hate the feeling. Saw Joel, Jim, Kuibao, etc. How they could all get there so early in the morning was beyond me. So yeah, we all sat around, waiting for something to happen. Saw Bert, Darryl, Brendan actually looking cheerful for once. Bert. Bah.
As people filed into the LT, people asked where Maddy was. On the bus, silly kitten! But she only came in about 5 minutes late, which wasn't too bad. Nothing had really started or anything yet so no harm done. At first moved from behind the Boo Boo gang, then to the frontish row with Gi, Nat and Kenneth. SIP talk was kinda boring. Nothing interesting.
Later on went to meet Selvan for more in-depth brief on my posting, Straits Times TV if you don’t know by now. I’m now a camera jockey! Hooray! So basically me and John will tag along with the camera crew shooting newsy stuff, I’m kinda expecting minimum wage but that’s okay with me. Work 3 days, then next day off, which makes it kinda hard to coordinate days together with Kitten but I guess we’ll find a way around it.
Kitten’s happy that she doesn’t have to do Pagemaker, so naturally I’m happy for her too! She’ll be doing something she loves to do too. =)
After all was said and done, we went down to Kenny Rogers for lunch with Serene, Mitzi, and Edna who joined us later. Wasn’t too surprised to see Jenny and Guen there already waiting for us. Had the quarter chicken, while Kitten had the wings meal. Think I should have gone for that one too. Sigh. Next time, next time.
Siwei joined us later, and we were all talking and laughing and chatting like we were still schooling. Sigh. Poor Kitten had a bad tummy ache too… She wasn’t feeling very comfortable with her stomach giving her such trouble… I hate the feeling of being helpless when someone you care about is in pain, or hurting and you can’t do anything to help them. I tried what I could though…
So after eating, Kitten and me bade farewell to the rest, then we went shopping for food for Starlight Cinema later on. Just bought some seaweed chicken and some prawn balls that weren’t so nice, and some miscellaneous cookies and snacks. After that, went over to her place to begin cooking! Of course, we weren’t going to cook so early so we slacked around the house quite a bit. I got some insight as to how Kitten lived her life at least. =)
Sometime around 4 or so we decided to start cooking, so we got a wok, some oil, and we proceeded with the frying. I taught myself how to do so back in Primary 3 or so, so it was like second nature for me. Heee. Kitten was scared of the spluttering oil, and with good reason – a little of it spluttered out onto my arm, and since I totally didn’t expect it, I jumped. Bleah. Anyway, after the frying was done, sat down with Kitten at the kitchen table to drain the oil out of them. Had to squeeze the chicken and other things in order to get it all out. Kitten knows what I mean =p
Her mum came in after that, saw my handiwork and seemed really impressed. Hope I didn’t put Kitten in a spot though, about the cooking and all.
So anyway, we finished it all by about 5ish. Then we proceeded to rush like mad to get ready, and then left her place at about 5.30 or so. Bought some Hokkien Mee for ‘dinner food’, some water, then took a cab to Fort Canning.
We thought it wouldn’t be so bad, reaching there at 6.30 or so. But when we got there… it was really quite crowded. Even more so than our expectations, there were easily a few hundred people swarming around the back. No matter. Thanks to some tips offered to me by a friend, we sat near the front. Adrian and Huishi came by soon after, and we all lounged on Adrian’s rather impressive groundsheet. Ate our dinner, got comfortable, and lay back waiting for the day’s festivities to begin.
They kicked things off with some simple Q&A, and thanks to planning I was the first one there to get a Sasha’s bear for the kitten. The look on her face when I gave it to her was just fantastic. Seeing her smile, ecstatic, and gush over it was more than enough for me – hope you love it darling. =)
The movie started soon after. Kitten watched enraptured, her being the super big colossal LOTR fan that she is (it was like her 5th time watching) and me sitting there watching it for the 2nd time. I swear kitten is freaky, she almost memorized the script and spouted them at the same time as the characters did. But she’s still lovable anyway. =p
At the intermission, we all trudged off to the toilet. And there was one seriously looong queue waiting for us when we got there. Luckily, it moved pretty fast so there were no embarrassing accidents. Haha. We rushed back for The Two Towers, more enrapturedness, and I kept fading in and out of consciousness. Yes, I’m weak. Haha. Oh, and Adrian and Huishi left soon after it started (must have wanted to avoid the crowds). The Battle of Helm’s Deep is TOO cool. So we left about 5 minutes before the movie ended, since that was mostly kinda boring stuff. Many others had the same sentiment, and there was a steady stream of people leaving.
We caught a cab back to her place, and it was about 2.45. Showered, brushed teeth, et al. I slept in her brother’s studio so none of you people get ideas. =p It was quite comfy, and Kitten really DOES take at least half an hour to bathe. Haha. Silly her. So yeah, when all was said and done, I went to bed (mattress) at about 4 or so.
Woke up the next morning to see Kitten sitting down, looking at me sleep. The first time ever I got surprised by her. Just you wait! Her brother was still sleeping, mum went to Sunday School, and her dad was getting ready to go for service. Morning ritual – brush teeth, facial wash, change, and we were out of her house by about 1 or so, to go for lunch.
Walked over to White Sands where we decided to add on to the perfect 2 days, and ate at Swensen’s. Ice Cream and decent food – Way to top off the weekend. Hee. Slept on the bus home, dreaming of kitten…
Tuesday. 25th:
Woke up to my mum telling me the maid was gone. Ran away. So yeah, somewhat annoying. Fixed myself breakfast, then went out with my mum for lunch at Delifrance. On the way she stopped over by the maid agency, and totally let the maid (who’d fled there) have it. Scolded her for like half an hour, 45 minutes or so. I wouldn’t have any of it so I slinked off to roast in the car.
After that, went to buy my phone! At last! A phone which doesn’t cut out on me talking! Mum paid for it, of course, and I’m quite content. Doesn’t take a lot to satiate me in any case. Hee. The shop people were really nice, too. That’s right, if you want to buy an M1 phone, go to the shop in Hougang Green. Veeery nice people, great service.
After that, came home. More uneventfulness. Same as my life ever was, until Kitten came into the picture =)
Well, I’m all blogged out for what seems to be my weekly/fortnightly entry. Catch you all next week. Or something. Bye!
Saturday, 21st June: Woke up early in order to go to school. Had the SIP briefing and all. Woke up at 7, so I gave the kitten a morning wake up call. But silly kitten went right back to sleep. =p I left the house at about 810 or so, mum dropped me at the bus stop so I could skip one bus. Looked at my watch, saw it was 820. Remembered I had to take my temperature. And had to be there by 845 in order to do so, so I decided "to hell with it" and took a cab instead. As I was walking into the school compound, saw Liling in front. Went over to the Business temperature taking station, saw Eddie still standing there for some indeterminate reason. Me and Liling went through absolutely fine (33.4 is NOT fine, however. I'm freaked out.), but Eddie was stuck there since his temperature was higher. (35. Wow.) Went over to the LT, saw Ms. Chuah and Mrs Nah sitting outside with some forms that I assumed was attendance or somesuch, but was told it was for thermometers.
I hate thermometers, they make me retch sometimes. And I hate the feeling. Saw Joel, Jim, Kuibao, etc. How they could all get there so early in the morning was beyond me. So yeah, we all sat around, waiting for something to happen. Saw Bert, Darryl, Brendan actually looking cheerful for once. Bert. Bah.
As people filed into the LT, people asked where Maddy was. On the bus, silly kitten! But she only came in about 5 minutes late, which wasn't too bad. Nothing had really started or anything yet so no harm done. At first moved from behind the Boo Boo gang, then to the frontish row with Gi, Nat and Kenneth. SIP talk was kinda boring. Nothing interesting.
Later on went to meet Selvan for more in-depth brief on my posting, Straits Times TV if you don’t know by now. I’m now a camera jockey! Hooray! So basically me and John will tag along with the camera crew shooting newsy stuff, I’m kinda expecting minimum wage but that’s okay with me. Work 3 days, then next day off, which makes it kinda hard to coordinate days together with Kitten but I guess we’ll find a way around it.
Kitten’s happy that she doesn’t have to do Pagemaker, so naturally I’m happy for her too! She’ll be doing something she loves to do too. =)
After all was said and done, we went down to Kenny Rogers for lunch with Serene, Mitzi, and Edna who joined us later. Wasn’t too surprised to see Jenny and Guen there already waiting for us. Had the quarter chicken, while Kitten had the wings meal. Think I should have gone for that one too. Sigh. Next time, next time.
Siwei joined us later, and we were all talking and laughing and chatting like we were still schooling. Sigh. Poor Kitten had a bad tummy ache too… She wasn’t feeling very comfortable with her stomach giving her such trouble… I hate the feeling of being helpless when someone you care about is in pain, or hurting and you can’t do anything to help them. I tried what I could though…
So after eating, Kitten and me bade farewell to the rest, then we went shopping for food for Starlight Cinema later on. Just bought some seaweed chicken and some prawn balls that weren’t so nice, and some miscellaneous cookies and snacks. After that, went over to her place to begin cooking! Of course, we weren’t going to cook so early so we slacked around the house quite a bit. I got some insight as to how Kitten lived her life at least. =)
Sometime around 4 or so we decided to start cooking, so we got a wok, some oil, and we proceeded with the frying. I taught myself how to do so back in Primary 3 or so, so it was like second nature for me. Heee. Kitten was scared of the spluttering oil, and with good reason – a little of it spluttered out onto my arm, and since I totally didn’t expect it, I jumped. Bleah. Anyway, after the frying was done, sat down with Kitten at the kitchen table to drain the oil out of them. Had to squeeze the chicken and other things in order to get it all out. Kitten knows what I mean =p
Her mum came in after that, saw my handiwork and seemed really impressed. Hope I didn’t put Kitten in a spot though, about the cooking and all.
So anyway, we finished it all by about 5ish. Then we proceeded to rush like mad to get ready, and then left her place at about 5.30 or so. Bought some Hokkien Mee for ‘dinner food’, some water, then took a cab to Fort Canning.
We thought it wouldn’t be so bad, reaching there at 6.30 or so. But when we got there… it was really quite crowded. Even more so than our expectations, there were easily a few hundred people swarming around the back. No matter. Thanks to some tips offered to me by a friend, we sat near the front. Adrian and Huishi came by soon after, and we all lounged on Adrian’s rather impressive groundsheet. Ate our dinner, got comfortable, and lay back waiting for the day’s festivities to begin.
They kicked things off with some simple Q&A, and thanks to planning I was the first one there to get a Sasha’s bear for the kitten. The look on her face when I gave it to her was just fantastic. Seeing her smile, ecstatic, and gush over it was more than enough for me – hope you love it darling. =)
The movie started soon after. Kitten watched enraptured, her being the super big colossal LOTR fan that she is (it was like her 5th time watching) and me sitting there watching it for the 2nd time. I swear kitten is freaky, she almost memorized the script and spouted them at the same time as the characters did. But she’s still lovable anyway. =p
At the intermission, we all trudged off to the toilet. And there was one seriously looong queue waiting for us when we got there. Luckily, it moved pretty fast so there were no embarrassing accidents. Haha. We rushed back for The Two Towers, more enrapturedness, and I kept fading in and out of consciousness. Yes, I’m weak. Haha. Oh, and Adrian and Huishi left soon after it started (must have wanted to avoid the crowds). The Battle of Helm’s Deep is TOO cool. So we left about 5 minutes before the movie ended, since that was mostly kinda boring stuff. Many others had the same sentiment, and there was a steady stream of people leaving.
We caught a cab back to her place, and it was about 2.45. Showered, brushed teeth, et al. I slept in her brother’s studio so none of you people get ideas. =p It was quite comfy, and Kitten really DOES take at least half an hour to bathe. Haha. Silly her. So yeah, when all was said and done, I went to bed (mattress) at about 4 or so.
Woke up the next morning to see Kitten sitting down, looking at me sleep. The first time ever I got surprised by her. Just you wait! Her brother was still sleeping, mum went to Sunday School, and her dad was getting ready to go for service. Morning ritual – brush teeth, facial wash, change, and we were out of her house by about 1 or so, to go for lunch.
Walked over to White Sands where we decided to add on to the perfect 2 days, and ate at Swensen’s. Ice Cream and decent food – Way to top off the weekend. Hee. Slept on the bus home, dreaming of kitten…
Tuesday. 25th:
Woke up to my mum telling me the maid was gone. Ran away. So yeah, somewhat annoying. Fixed myself breakfast, then went out with my mum for lunch at Delifrance. On the way she stopped over by the maid agency, and totally let the maid (who’d fled there) have it. Scolded her for like half an hour, 45 minutes or so. I wouldn’t have any of it so I slinked off to roast in the car.
After that, went to buy my phone! At last! A phone which doesn’t cut out on me talking! Mum paid for it, of course, and I’m quite content. Doesn’t take a lot to satiate me in any case. Hee. The shop people were really nice, too. That’s right, if you want to buy an M1 phone, go to the shop in Hougang Green. Veeery nice people, great service.
After that, came home. More uneventfulness. Same as my life ever was, until Kitten came into the picture =)
Well, I’m all blogged out for what seems to be my weekly/fortnightly entry. Catch you all next week. Or something. Bye!
Thursday, June 12, 2003
Which Buffy the Vampire Slayer character are you most like?
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What Finding Nemo Character are You?
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You are 70% Viking!
There is some viking blood pumping through your veins. We will allow you to fight alongside us since you make the rest of us look good. We might even give you an axe to defend yourself with.
You are also 25% likely to be a berserker. We suggest you pursue this career choice if you like the smell stinky bear hide, enjoy chomping on poisonous muchrooms and have a good life insurance policy.
This should be fun. =p
Wednesday, June 11, 2003
I have not updated this page in an eternity. Me being that lazy. Lazy lazy!
Results of some test I did online, give it a go.
http://www.outofservice.com/music-personality-test/results/?complex=41&edgy=87&fun=19&energetic=75
Anyway, here's what I've been doing these past few days:
Saturday, 7th:
Went out to Zouk with da kitten, Guen, Tian, her cousin Debra, and some of their assorted friends. I met so many people from SJI there, people like Lorenzo, Shannon, Deng, and others not from SJI like Seb and Jem. Ran into Danny too, who happened to be there. It was some JC party so it was really pretty crowded. We eventually left the place at about 3 plus, then walked over to the Shell station to buy a much needed drink. Following that, we had some really good Bak Kut Teh (I could drink the soup all day), then went home by myself in a cab while Kitten, Jason, Guen, and Jason's cuz Demond piled into another cab.
Thanks to Tian who mentioned that 'funny things happen after 4', I went back looking over my shoulder to look out for freaky things that happened. And it did happen, as I turned off the lights to go upstairs and sleep, as soon as I turned my back and went up the stairs, the lights went back on again. I fled upstairs, only to be grabbed by curiousity and came back downstairs. That's when I discovered it was the maid. It was already about 5 a.m. so I showered, crawled into bed and slept.
Monday, 9th:
Went out shopping! Met Jim and Shen at Orchard MRT, whereupon we travelled all over town to buy clothes (mostly for myself though.) We began at Far East, where I bought myself a nice shirt, and Jim offered plenty of advice (I should go shopping with him more often, I should). Then we went over to Topman, bought myself a belt, Shen bought something to give to his friend who was returning from Australia, and Jim gave more advice. Went down to Flash N Splash to buy myself a new Tshirt, then over to Swensen's to take a quick break of nummy ice cream. Called the girls and asked if they wanted to join us for ice cream, but they declined. Sadly. Shen had to go off with the cake he'd just bought, over to his returning friend's place in Hougang. Siwei then joined us (even though he was supposed to about 3 hours previous), then went to Paragon to look at clothes. Got frightened off by the prices, then went to more affordable places at Annex. I bought myself a sling bag (<_< >_>), which I've more or less always wanted to get. Declared myself done shopping for the day, then went back to Topshop to meet the girls (Kitten, Guen, Mitzi, Gi), and decide where we were going for dinner. Nat and Kenneth joined us later, and after we found that the Taka food court was severely crowded, decided to settle for KFC instead. After that, sent kitten back home. Laughed at Guen's antics about ex boyfriends. Missed kitten again. Sigh.
Wednesday, 11th (today)
Went down to school earlier than I'm used to nowadays, at 10 for the sub comm meeting. Only about 9 people went, so I was left wondering why I bothered, but ah well. It ended at about 1, so since I was meeting the kitten later for our Seoul Garden Challenge I asked her to come down earlier since I was originally meeting her at 2. She came at about 2, anyway, (your hair still looked good to me darling ) so then we went upstairs to SG. I hadn't eaten the whole day so I was really looking forward to it. We began with soup, then the meats. Kitten tried a new prawn dish recipe (heh) while I stir fried some onions, chives, and garlic chicken together. Eventually, though, we decided to heck with the competition and just ate to our heart's content.
Decided to catch Bruce Almighty with her after that, so we went to buy tix. Queue was freakishly long (yeah, I know it's hols) and then proceeded to catch the movie. It was pretty good in the beginning, standard Jim Carrey fare, but his presence begins to die down in the later parts. Morgan Freeman's still one good actor though. After the movie ended, sent her back to Pasir Ris. We saw this pretty black cat we named Spooky (kitten thought Spooky was pregnant but didn't notice Spooky was neutered, haha) then after spending some time together left for home to eat a very late dinner, and faced the music for coming back late. Sigh.
And now here I am, updating the blog after more than a week of nothing.
And that's the way the cookie crumbles!
Results of some test I did online, give it a go.
http://www.outofservice.com/music-personality-test/results/?complex=41&edgy=87&fun=19&energetic=75
Anyway, here's what I've been doing these past few days:
Saturday, 7th:
Went out to Zouk with da kitten, Guen, Tian, her cousin Debra, and some of their assorted friends. I met so many people from SJI there, people like Lorenzo, Shannon, Deng, and others not from SJI like Seb and Jem. Ran into Danny too, who happened to be there. It was some JC party so it was really pretty crowded. We eventually left the place at about 3 plus, then walked over to the Shell station to buy a much needed drink. Following that, we had some really good Bak Kut Teh (I could drink the soup all day), then went home by myself in a cab while Kitten, Jason, Guen, and Jason's cuz Demond piled into another cab.
Thanks to Tian who mentioned that 'funny things happen after 4', I went back looking over my shoulder to look out for freaky things that happened. And it did happen, as I turned off the lights to go upstairs and sleep, as soon as I turned my back and went up the stairs, the lights went back on again. I fled upstairs, only to be grabbed by curiousity and came back downstairs. That's when I discovered it was the maid. It was already about 5 a.m. so I showered, crawled into bed and slept.
Monday, 9th:
Went out shopping! Met Jim and Shen at Orchard MRT, whereupon we travelled all over town to buy clothes (mostly for myself though.) We began at Far East, where I bought myself a nice shirt, and Jim offered plenty of advice (I should go shopping with him more often, I should). Then we went over to Topman, bought myself a belt, Shen bought something to give to his friend who was returning from Australia, and Jim gave more advice. Went down to Flash N Splash to buy myself a new Tshirt, then over to Swensen's to take a quick break of nummy ice cream. Called the girls and asked if they wanted to join us for ice cream, but they declined. Sadly. Shen had to go off with the cake he'd just bought, over to his returning friend's place in Hougang. Siwei then joined us (even though he was supposed to about 3 hours previous), then went to Paragon to look at clothes. Got frightened off by the prices, then went to more affordable places at Annex. I bought myself a sling bag (<_< >_>), which I've more or less always wanted to get. Declared myself done shopping for the day, then went back to Topshop to meet the girls (Kitten, Guen, Mitzi, Gi), and decide where we were going for dinner. Nat and Kenneth joined us later, and after we found that the Taka food court was severely crowded, decided to settle for KFC instead. After that, sent kitten back home. Laughed at Guen's antics about ex boyfriends. Missed kitten again. Sigh.
Wednesday, 11th (today)
Went down to school earlier than I'm used to nowadays, at 10 for the sub comm meeting. Only about 9 people went, so I was left wondering why I bothered, but ah well. It ended at about 1, so since I was meeting the kitten later for our Seoul Garden Challenge I asked her to come down earlier since I was originally meeting her at 2. She came at about 2, anyway, (your hair still looked good to me darling ) so then we went upstairs to SG. I hadn't eaten the whole day so I was really looking forward to it. We began with soup, then the meats. Kitten tried a new prawn dish recipe (heh) while I stir fried some onions, chives, and garlic chicken together. Eventually, though, we decided to heck with the competition and just ate to our heart's content.
Decided to catch Bruce Almighty with her after that, so we went to buy tix. Queue was freakishly long (yeah, I know it's hols) and then proceeded to catch the movie. It was pretty good in the beginning, standard Jim Carrey fare, but his presence begins to die down in the later parts. Morgan Freeman's still one good actor though. After the movie ended, sent her back to Pasir Ris. We saw this pretty black cat we named Spooky (kitten thought Spooky was pregnant but didn't notice Spooky was neutered, haha) then after spending some time together left for home to eat a very late dinner, and faced the music for coming back late. Sigh.
And now here I am, updating the blog after more than a week of nothing.
And that's the way the cookie crumbles!
