Retribution

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Something given or demanded in repayment, especially punishment.

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Punishment by God

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A justly deserved penalty

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Bad Kharma


That's right. And when retribution comes, it usually demands repayment with sky high interest.

Like when you parked your car at Serangoon Gardens becos you want to eat at Chomp Chomp and you returned to find your car covered almost entirely with (bird) shit. Literally.

Or it'll creep up quietly from behind you and suddenly bites you in the ass.

You think you have gotten away with not displaying parking coupons for the longest time until you received the annoying red notices. Several in a row.


Ladies and gentlemen, I am sad to announce my retribution, is now here.

I am sure you all know that for the longest period of time, I've always had an easy time at work. From my job after poly graduation to my first job after uni to my last job, I had always been dedicating a sufficient amount of time to the internet (during working hours).

You see, I believe in giving back wat I have earned to society. So by surfing more, it justifies the massive amount of pop-up ads and spam you get everyday and the economy is progressing and people are earning more money and there will be less poor people and everyone is happy and blah blah blah ...

But now, the due amount of time not spent on work has come to claim its revenge with interest piled up over the years. I am stuffed with work.

If I am a condom, you will think I am a bloody hot-air balloon.

If I am a roasted turkey on a Thanksgiving table, you will think that I have been stuffed with ten other turkeys with stuffing inside.

My work is like breast milk. It never stops flowing (as long as someone keeps sucking).

I feel like a potato. My body is whipped and my brain is fried.

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That's it. I need to wake up at bloody 6.30am so that I can reach work at bloody 7.30am so that I can buy myself more time, without having to pick up fucking annoying phone calls and reading haunting emails, to do real work.

Goodnight. I hope you all get your retribution too =D

Thought of the day

"Have you ever met someone, for the first time, and you know that you're gonna be, like best friends?"

Caught the movie, "Imagine you and me" over the weekend. It's about love at first sight, and lesbianism. This question was brought up by the lead actress (which obviously, they ended up being more than juz best friends but you get the idea), and it stirred up some thoughts in me.

I never believed in love at first sight. I think it's impossible and ridiculous to fall for someone whom you don't even know.

It is, however, possible to meet someone and know immediately that you guys are really gonna end up being good friends. I met someone online recently, and the first time we chatted on msn, I already knew that we would hit it off. From the first sentence, "Hello Adrenaline :) ", I already knew.

And you know what? That feeling's really amazing.

=)

Buried

but not yet six feet under

I am buried under my pile of work.

My schedule for this week is entirely packed. Trainings from 9am to 5pm. Lunch break cum meeting in between. Shipments out this week are crazy. And during my trainings, there is not much help to cover my work. Actually, there is help. But my mentor who's covering me during this time has her own work to do, and she can't cover all the shipments I'm responsible for. So I have to get into office before training starts, ie. 7.30am, and work beyond normal office hours to finish my work. And it's still not finished! Argh .....

Therefore, I am brain dead now.

On other news, Sian's birthday is coming! I think his last post on the birthday card thingy was a hint that he wants people to mail him birthday cards. Unfortunately, I do not have his mailing address; I only know how to get there.

But I can't deliver the card by hand for I am sure to include a kick on his ass along with a punch whenever I see him. Can't help it; his face induces such behavior.

Being the very good friend that I am, though, I am calling for suggestions on what me and gang can get him for a birthday gift. Just so he doesn't get suicidal when he receives no present for the xth consecutive year. I wouldn't want him to die now; he hasn't given me my ang bao for my wedding.

So all, be creative and throw me suggestions. But please be realistic and don't ask me to get him a girlfriend. I wouldn't want to do such things to my kind as I am a firm believer of retribution.

But I don't mind chipping in to get him laid though =D It would make such juicy gossip during poly gatherings.

And since, I am obviously considering Chinese Chess to be one of the options, you can leave this out in your list =)



p.s. An update on Zhebin for his readers: He is doing fine, except with no hair. On the head. And has a bunk mate who likes to touch his butt. I am a bit worried for him. But he promises to update really, really soon, so keep a look out.

The Land of Smiles ....
or rather, the lack of it

Some stuff about my trip to sunny Thailand. Phuket is hot and cold at the same time; it's either raining heavily or it's so freaking hot u can cook eggs on the bloody floor. I would say that generally I had a great time; there was a lot of getting-to-know each other better, and i would have to say it's pretty successful. I got to know almost the entire team better, even my boss's boss.

However, our experience was very much marred by the hostility of the locals. Given that tourism in Phuket has taken a huge dive, I would expect the locals to be warmer and much more eager to please, so as to attract more tourists. This was not the case. Let me give you some examples:

1) It was suddenly pouring when we got to Patong Beach, where the night life and pasar malam are. We ran into a store for some shelter and started browsing. This was the first store we entered at Patong. The owner, who thought that we were just taking cover, refused to let us proceed further into the shop. Even when my colleague was enquiring about the price of something that she fancied, the owner refused to serve her. He said something to the effect of, "Don't touch my stuff if you're not buying."

Naturally, we were pissed. So we left the shop into the rain and head for the next one.

2) Everyone knows that bargaining is an essential skill when shopping in Thailand. And if you've been there, you would know that you always have to bargain for a much lower price than the stated one. But in many instances, when we tried to bargain, the locals either said, "xxx baht for looking only" or "20 baht. Tomorrow." This was their way of showing that you're unwelcomed to bargain.

3) If a negotiation fell through, and you decide to leave (since there are hundreds of shops there selling the exact same thing), they will say, "Go! Go!" in Cantonese or Hokkien, to chase you out of their shop.


Now, I'm not an unreasonable person. I do know that 100 baht means nothing to Singaporeans but it could mean something to the Thais. Which was why, when I did encounter good service, I didn't bargain that much. After all, it wasn't juz the product that I was paying for. I would say that the shops that did earn my money are those that offered friendly service, and truly represent the spirit of being The Land of Smiles.

Nonetheless, the staff at Club Med were great. They truly take care of you from the time you board the coach all the way till you leave for the airport. Warm and friendly.

Obviously, I needn't mention how good the authentic Thai massage was. I almost snored when the masseuse was twisting my body.

Oh, I didn't have money or much time to buy anyone any gift. So don't come asking me for sourvenirs or presents. And that means you, Sian.

Happy Birthday to Me

Updated!

I received a lot more smses in the later part of the day, and it turned out that my best friends didn't forget abt me after all. Yeah. In fact, one of them took me to dinner with his other half.

Thanks for the pizzas, you guys.

I received a gift that was air-flown in from USA. Sweeet.

One of my buddies called me from Hong Kong while I was having dinner. Nice.

My ex of 7 years called me after a long time of no-contact to send his greetings. Lovely.

My new-found friend called me from Tekong to say, "Happy Birthday!". Heart Warming.

I was a little embarrassed though, that my dinner wif said friend and other half was interrupted by the different phone calls. In fact, said friend asked me if I was sure I hadn't taken up the part-time job of being a bookie.

To all of you who remembered me on this day, thank you. Being remembered means a lot to me.

But I would still want to pounce on that friend who sent that mean sms. Hey, only I can be mean to you. You cannot be mean to me. It's not a two-way street. So you'd better watch out.

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It's my birthday today.

Since last night, i have been receiving birthday smses from my friends, including one currently residing in the USA and one currently in Tekong.

But somehow I feel exceptionally lonely this year. Maybe becos I'm used to a series of birthday celebrations every year that this year, it appears to be really quiet without dinners of any sort.

A friend asked me about my plans tonight and I replied that Mr BF is overseas, and somehow there has been no plans for any outing or gathering. Then he replied, "I hope you will enjoy a cold instant mee dinner in front of the TV later. I promise to think of u while having sushi with my girl :) "

I have assholes for friends.

And I think my two best friends have also forgotten about my birthday :_(

Sigh. So I'm free tonight. Anyone of you who wants to take me out can sms me =)

What's up

It is now 2am and I'm still up.

Nope, it's not insomnia this time. I was busy packing.

At 1.20pm tomorrow, I'll be on a flight heading towards Club Med in Thailand for my company retreat. Woohoo!

Due to the monsoon season, water sports are out. So no parading in my two-piece. But i'll be having so much Thai massages, spa treatments along with other activities that Club Med has planned for us that I won't miss water sports that much. Oh, by the way, this short holiday, is fully paid by Da Company :D

I have been very poor these couple of years, and haven't not been able to sponsor myself to such a treat for a long time. Therefore this trip really came at the right time.

So c'mon, be jealous. You know you are.

Some of you probably don't even get the chance to take your leave (e.g. Sibeh Sian). While the rest of you are too poor to give yourself a proper holiday (e.g. Sibeh Sian). Tsk Tsk. I pity you.

On other things, I am kinda bummed that my favourite blogger, Zhebin, has been enlisted into Pulau Tekong. I'm so gonna miss all the crap on his blog.

By the way, the reason why I have been MIA for so long, is because I was busy making myself happy =)

I'll blog about my wonderful trip when I get back. Till then, enjoy your weekend, folks.

A story to share

I am very sorry for the lack of updates. Been real busy, but erm, in a good way. I am, for the time being, a happier person =)

Anyway, I was talking to a buddy a couple of days ago and I brought up all the different kinds of fun during the poly days. Suddenly, I recalled an incident that I've since blocked out of my mind, due to its repulsive nature. Nonetheless, I decided to share that incident here.

It was during year one and for some stupid reason, the school decided to organise some event at the sports complex. I've completely forgotten what the event was. All I remember was at the end of it, everyone was invited to the field for some dancing. Yes, it was real cheesy. My buddies and i were getting ready to go when the dancing began, until we saw a particular guy dancing along with his other super annoying groupmates on the field. They were dancing to the rhythm of "Macarena".

Now, if you all remember, this song had a particular dance step choreographed to fit the beat of tune. You were supposed to fold your arms or something and the final move, was to twist your butt while jumping to face another direction.

Then, it was rather disturbing for us, cos that particular guy always portrayed himself to be a real nerd who sucked up to lecturers. Not only was he not attractive, he was repulsive. At least to me then. When I saw him dancing, I didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. At the point where he made that twist and turned, I let out a laugh, with a tear in my eye.

The guy, was none other, than Mr Sian.

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P.S. For the record, Sian wasn't an apple polisher. Really. His groupmates were, though.

Sian, I'm so glad I managed to find some dirt. More will come =) But I want to apologise for thinking that you sucked up to lecturers. Hee ....