What the..

...same guy as below.

Why did his spindly brows make him look feminine, and I masculine!

Brow ow.

I now know what I look like -

A Japanese guy with really thin brows.

Toshimasa Hara

Can you see his spindly brows? Heck, he looks more feminine than I do.

Kay will probably beg to differ. She will say that I look just like an evil AH LIAN. But I thought I looked a little... like a guy now.

...I didn't know that eyes can look 'bald'.

Losing Touch.. I mean, Lost Touch.

Wanted to draw something cheery and wish everyone Happy Chinese New Year. But... all is a blank.

I was inspired by a blog full of pictures drawn by the blogger and decided to, er, reconnect with something that I have long forsaken for computer games, work and tv.

I HAVE LOST IT!

This is sad. I can no longer draw. :(

....

Anyway, good luck with your Black Jacks and Mahjong and Ang Bao-collection!

Campaign - Seats for the Elderly

MyPaper, 05 Feb 08.

I can't imagine. Other than countless "Please stand clear of the yellow line", "Please MIND the GAP."and "Please look out for any suspicious-looking items...", this self-proclaimed 'person-who-needs-seats-more' is suggesting that MRT add on another chant.

"PLEASE GIVE UP YOUR SEATS TO PEOPLE WHO NEED THEM MORE, YOU SELFISH PEOPLE. I KNOW YOU ARE FAKING YOUR SLEEP AND PRETENDING THAT SOMETHING'S INTERESTING IN YOUR NEWSPAPERS!"

That will keep the MRT public announcement system very busy and chatty.

Why do seniors think that seats should come naturally to them because of their age, instead of appreciating those who gave their seats up for them?

...

A campaign of 'Giving up Seats' won't work. It's not like people didn't know in the first place. They have instead chosen not to. And that is something innate in them. (Note: "They", "Them".)

Resuming of Em's Blog

I like the ease of modifying my blog's layout! No more frowning at html codes and countless previewing the site to see if I did it right. Yeh!

Shocked to see that I have 120 posts in year 2005 while I have a miserly 13 in year 2007. Laze has taken a major role last year. And bad luck. Lots of bad luck.

Anyhow! Chinese new year is coming, soooo... even though I am the CNY-grinch, I look foward to changing my luck for the next year. But I still don't fancy screeching er-hu's and crashing cymbals from every shop trying to out-screech/crash each other. And the CNY music videos are really tacky. My eyes get really tired from rolling throughout the mtv. For some reason, CNY tunes are really haunting and won't leave my head alone. And now, JX has one more chance to irritate me. (Other than 青春123... Ultimate.)

Says that the year of the Rat is not that great for me either. But judging how it was for the year of the Pig, anything could be better... er, right?

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P.S. (Kay, P.S. means post-script!) - I think I have just revived my blog because... I have to study for my CFA. Hur hur. Studying has a way of making you do all other things except to, well, study.

"Gong Hei Fatt Choi!!" ("I replace the Skinny Rat cos he's evil.")

P.P.S.: Took down the picture of the Skinny Sweating Rat and its greetings to you - supposed to be bad luck. I knew something was wrong - he was sweating so profusely. Oh no, I don't know whether it has already affected my luck for next year!

The Scandal (of the moment)

TVB going Hollywood-style-trashy.

One stupid guy with a fetish of taking pictures while in the act. And so many high-profile female celebs. Literally photowhoring.

Shi, I bet you won't be looking at your Edison Chen's poster in your bedroom in the same way again.

Back with a Vengeance

There were so many things that had happened in between the last post and this one. I just thought that I should, you know, put them down, because they will be worth a read many many years down the road. Not that I will ever forget anyway.

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In summary:

Fainting spells. Old woman praying for me. Her ointment. JX worried like mad. Clinic. Referred to hospital. Weird results. Admitted. Pricked. Tears of pain and helplessness. Tired night. Woke up to a X-ray scan. Bathed. With a drip. Nurse and needle. Fell into fits. Passed out.

A week passed. Drifted in and out. Consciousness. ICU. Dull shock. Stiff and slow. Bloat. Pain. Blood. Dialysis. Helplessness. Gritting in pain. Breathlessness. Fear. Of the dark and being alone. Beeping machines. Cords. Pills. Checking nurses. Warm smiles. Family. Friends. Insomnia. Uncomfortable pillow. Cold nights. Fever. Doctors in the morning. Flowers. JX everyday. Everyone looks tired. Daddy everyday. JX holding my hands. Comfort. Making my first ardous step. Slow. Unsteady. Heavy. Happiness. Sitting up in a chair. Finally water. Finally food. Lime sherbet. No food and water again. Food and water. Teaspoons of water. Porridge.

Normal ward. Exasperation sets in. Tears of helplessness. Despair. Torturous slow trips to the toilet. Encouragement. Depression. Low. Needles. Falling hair. Bloated weight 65kg. Inconsiderate neighbouring patient. No appetite. Soup with rice. Fever. Stiff neck and back. Pain. MRI scans. Sleepless feverish nights. Cold, hot. Weight plummeted. 50kg. Looking forward to JX every night after his work. Fever. Last day. Fever subsided. Happiness. Stepping out. Cab. Tears of joy when I see my home. Familiarity.

Weak. Rashes. Itch. Weight dropped to 46kg (or less?). Stick-thin. Butt-less. Cushions wherever I sit. Laughing at the Mocca guy. Computer games. Afternoon naps. Telephone calls. Introduction to FB. JX everyday. Sleeping with Mom every night. Bird's nest. Itch. Calamine lotion. Hives. Tiger balm. Walk to the park. Slow. Waking up from itch. Going out with JX and family. Happiness. Eating out. Itch subsided. Marks. Finally working. Back to my life how I used to live. Minus the gyming.

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How I got through all that, I don't know. I didn't have much of a choice but to just grit and bear it. I am lucky. To have been able to come out of it unscathed. It could have been a lot worse. An unfortunate thing, but I have learnt to count my blessings. To have Shilin, Kum, JX and my family. And my friends from MT... Being all there for me to prop me up when I lost it completely and threw myself in despair because I was too anxious to get well, yet I didn't see any turn for the better. My experience - fearful and painful. But what my friends, JX and my family went through... I would not be able to fathom. The fear of losing me forever, the fear of me being reliant on machines for survival even if I pulled through, their anxiousness, their fears completely different from mine. I was unconsciousness where I presumbly suffered the most pain. But they were there to witness everything. Am I lucky to be in my shoes than theirs?

Friends asked me how do I feel then, what were my thoughts, having had such a close shave with death. There weren't much actually. I just want to live. I just feel, if my life was really snuffed out at age 24, it was all too a waste. What have I done to have really live? There are so many things that I have set out to do, but haven't got down to any yet.

But really, take it easy... I slog because I want to do well in my career. And I probably went overboard in MT. Those days, were spent without my family, not so much with JX, not so much with my friends. But what's the point? You need money to survive but nothing else really matters, except to have your life, and people who love you. Ultimately.. they're the most basic things that matter. But are often, sadly, taken for granted till it's too late. I am fortunate in this sense, to have a 2nd chance to make it right. Not many can.

Therefore the need to pen this down. I am fearful that a few years down the road, will wash down this chapter, desensitise myself and neglecting myself and loved ones because of my pursuit in recognition in my career.

Shilin and Kumeri> I love you girls... You cheered me up tremendously each time you two popped into my ward. You're my bestest pals. Donating blood even when Kum is underweight (being insistent and all) and Shilin being needle/pain-phobic. I can't express how touched I am. -hug-

JX> My dear, you are my pillar of support. It must be really difficult for you. To stay strong and taking care of me day and night when I was away in outer space, although you were crumbling inside. For the pain that you have gone through, I am so sorry. I know I mean the world to you. I love you baby. For staying by me. For not minding how I look, how I may be affected in any way after this episode. For loving me the way you do. -hug- You sure earned a lot of brownie points with my family and friends. Isn't the best way to introduce our families to each other, but well, it saved some initial embarassment, didn't it? Your parents took pains to visit me each night as well. Giving me encouragement and showing concern... I am grateful. For the countless kiwis too.

Mum, Dad> For taking care of their girl who was reduced to being a bag of potatoes on bed, thank you Mummy, Daddy. I wouldn't know the impact of having to hear that your child may be lost forever, but it must be really hard and painful. Physically and emotionally, I know you were really stretched. I have said so in the hospital, I say it now, I am sorry...

Jo> We drifted apart, and weren't on the best terms that sisters can be. But I saw you, sad, concerned and reassuring. Probably your gentlest times with me. We got closer. And you said, that through this, you realised the contemplation of losing me forever came with a heavy impact. I am grateful for the comforting words that you reassured... Made me feel so much better about myself.

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I am blessed, actually.

Dancing Bush

Freaking hell. That's not how a president should behave. Or dance.

Ronald MacDonald's teenage daughter

It's time for Ronald to retire.

Although I thought his daughter would be very much fatter than this.

Any day other than today will be a better day.

Yippee!!

All done. Over. Full-stop. Period.

At the end of today, when all's done, I finally realized how strung up I was for the past few days. Did I bloody ask for it? You bet.

But will I kick myself for it? Maybe... not.

You know when you complain how lowly paid you are comparing to the amount of workload and working hours you put yourself through, and someone tries to encourage you by saying, "Well, you gain skills, knowledge. And that is something that no one will be able to ever take away from you. That is yours!" Wow, that's great! I don't deny that- but can that be eaten? And I didn't know that companies can "take away" your deserved monthly pay if they see deem fit. I can work with that amount of workload, gain that extra set of skills and knowledge, and still be better paid.

-_-

I mean, be practical la. You can stay for a while, thinking that way, thinking that you gain more than the company gains from you slogging - but you try thinking that way for years, you're stupid. your naivety has gone to the extreme. you're probably too lazy to find a job.

Can you imagine, while you're being altruistic and all, thinking the company is so darn proud of you, slogging 2-3 persons' jobs, getting 1 person's (low) pay; the company is thinking, "That's a great worker! Helps me save costs, and yet so cheap! Good thing he's staying on. Well, let him think that we're letting him gain exposure!"

Hahaha.

The cruel truth? That's Capitalism, my dear. With a capital C.

Shall we become farmers you say? That will be ideal, won't it? Till maybe, the government wants crop tax.

That being all said - aren't we all sadly, in the damn rat race still? Despite all the complaints, whinings, groanings, sighings, and all sounds of frustration and stress.

Well, at least, I am. Like, still harbouring the sickening glimmer of hope in the bureaucratic, corporate world. That's why I asked for the extra workload. Since I am not going to kick myself, maybe someone do it for me?

I feel kinda dreary and everything, but I don't know where to start. SOOO, instead of the usual complaining about work and shit, I am well, veering away from that. Cos I might feel lousier after blogging.

Anyway, this is old stuff, but I like this so much. So damn funny -

If only I know what's the song played at the end of the video. Cheers me up.

Bathed Fatty today - and he left me scratch marks. :(

But he made it up by licking furiously at my fingers when I held him tight. :D

Ahh, long week ahead and I guess this is not really the best time to blog. So much to talk about. And actually, I found a faster way to air my grievances - Twitter. Hah.

Well wish me luck. I sure do need that this week.

Fatty aka Norbit

Fatty is getting so cute, I can't stand it.

JUST LOOK AT HIM!!! His chubby cheeks!!! And black wriggling nose!!!

Don't mind me - I seldom gush at such cute things. But just look at him! How can you not melt at the sight of him! A big bruise as a nose. Eyes that widen at the slightest thing. Cheeks that are soft and chubby. Fluffy soft fur. And droopy balls.

Yup. Droopy balls that drag on the floor as he hops around fervently/happily.

He's acting like a dog now. He once licked my fingers as I was carrying him like a baby. (aww) He hops around the house, and sits under my table like a mother hen. Even greets you when you return home from work - hops to you, stop for a moment and return to his cage, expecting you to feed him. He does that to every family member and that's why he's getting fatter. And when you feed him from the box, he will place his paws in the box and pull the box from you, should you try to stop him from eating more when he's not yet done.

He lets you bathe him, but grunts softly under his breath. I terrorize him sometimes - I pounce on him and then ruffle his head. He squeezes his eyes shut and let me bully him. When I finally leave him alone, he will stand there dazed for a while (with messy fur), before hopping furiously away for his life (while I laughed away at the background, witch-style).

Here's Fatty - praying for more food. (And yes, that's a blue leash - my sister brought him out to the park for a walk. Ya, so he could be probably praying that he wouldn't be chased by random dogs as well. But being greedy Fatty, I think it's the former.)

Ass said that no one blogs anymore, but when I do ever blog, it was all about Fatty! Oh no.

But again, there's nothing that great in my life currently. All same all same - same lousy job, same boss, same old sick life.

But Fatty.. hee! Aww! I just want to squeeze him like a soft toy!

Fatty is starting to act like a dog by running around the house, playing hide and seek with us and he likes to wriggle his nose.

And he's starting to smell.

A bunny just joined my family. Its name is Fatty. Because it's rotound. Everything about it, is so round.

Oh no, did I just make a poem? Dang, I've not been blogging for too long. I've lost my touch.

I know Christmas is long over. And... Chinese New Year is even coming.

But JX requested that I put this vid of Justin Timberlake's-dick-in-a-box up.

SO...

"One: Cut a hole in the box. Two: Put your *bleep* in the box. Three: Make her open the box."

80's workout - H.I.L.A.R.I.O.U.S.

"Left, right. Left, right. WOO!"

Kay and Ass> This vid somehow made me miss those "Aerobics" days.. :)

Again and again, I've started, "How lousy can a Monday get?"

Rainy Monday mornings? Woke up the wrong side of the bed? Got up late? No sleep? Feeling a little under the weather but you know you have a tonne of work waiting for you? Missed the bus? Your period just happen to decide to arrive just before you rush out of the house late?

Well, Mondays just got worse.

So... LIFE JUST PLAIN SUCKS!!!

Ok, I just try and try to get every ounce of the bad feelings out of my system but they're neverending. I just get better for a while and I grow grouchy all over again. Pressure, fatigue and nothing going my way, PLUS an annoying boss, makes Em a very irritable bitch (albeit mildly deflated).

How I wish I have Ass's optimism - and her pay.

*sigh*

And life goes on.

I am a complete mess. When you think that things can't get any worse, it did. Well, life has a way of proving you wrong.

Overworked, underpaid - who isn't? I probably should take a lesson from Ass's current school of sunshine thoughts. (Just that, she, obviously, isn't UNDERpaid...)

Someone! Just interview me! Employ me!

Oh wait, first, I need to send out my applications.

WHICH I DON'T HAVE THE BLOODY TIME TO DO IT!

OK, now you're thinking, I could use my time searching for jobs in ads instead of blogging. Which is, obviously, I should. Now.

Sigh.

Lately, I've been having insomnia. 3 nights, less than 10 hours of sleep. But surprisingly, I've been very awake. And kinda productive at work too. Not like I was very unattentive. I wonder what the hell is wrong with me.

Or is my wish of having a superpower, which is the ability to go without sleep, is being fulfilled? Wa, it is a torture man - struggling while trying to go to sleep. Tossing in bed till you're sore everywhere, especially your back. Your eyes get sore and tired as you squeeze them shut tightly, thinking the darkness will overwhelm you and take you in. How frustrating to know how many hours you have till dawn. And to only get a tad tired at 5 in the morning, when you're supposed to wake up at 7. Slipping in and out of sleep so easily. Gah.

So what the hell, since I'm up now, I might as well put up the dated blogs which I have yet to do so. Though it seems really odd to talk about 2006 Christmas, when I had already blogged about Countdown and 2007.

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Cafe Mochas at Delifrance - how cozy can it get for Christmas? And yes, red and white for me to get into the mood of Christmas.

Ass and Kay got me nice, pretty Christmas presents. Thank you so much girls! Muuuaaaahhh!!! Thank you for putting in so much thought for my presents. :) I so believe that the last 2 Christmases had made me appreciate this year's presents a lot more. Hahaha!


I just want us to exchange Christmas gifts each year till we're all really old. And each year for Ass, I'll probably just buy her Hello Kitty things.

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As for JX and me, we just went for our usual grocery shopping and ate in. Avoid the mad crowd, avoid the high expenses everywhere. It was a simple fare, but it was also very heartwarming. We then watched stupid movies through the night and exchanged our little gifts. It was as simple as it could get. But it's the sort of quiet happiness and contentment that matters the most.

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Goodness, can I finally go to sleep already? 3.30am, and I feel like I just woke up fresh from a deep long slumber. 4th night.

And it goes on................................

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

...from VivoCity's Countdown Party 2007. Don't be misled by our grins and cheerful dispositions. We were in fact, quite bored.

Hm, make it, extremely bored, and restless.

I had a pair of VIP tickets to the countdown party, and why not right? Haven't got any plans, weather's not that great to camp out in East Coast to catch the first sunrise of 2007, food's free, entry's free. Why the hell not?

*Yawn*

We sat at the VIP tent till our butts were sore, and live shows are nothing like those seen on TV. Seriously. The hosts will just get the people around them to act 'happening'. In fact, the crowd could be as dead as the walking zombies in House of the Dead 4, gathering in front of the stage for fresh meat. Singapore is probably the worst country to hold a concert for an aspiring twinkly-eyed starlet. Interacting with such dead crowds which show their appreciation with sheer silence and blank stares, could easily kill any budding star's enthusiasm.

And then there were rehearsals, and they talked nonsense which didn't entertain.

Then the mediacorp artistes started to swamp the VIP tent to get their food and drinks and hugsy-hugsy, air-kissing supposedly mediacorp familiar people. And ah! It's prolly the most interesting part of the entire party. I get to see them in real person. And my, Jaime (pardon my spelling error, I can't differentiate between these two "Jamie/Jaime") Teoh, is surprisingly, very pretty. I don't know if it's her makeup tonight - but she is... ya, surprisingly good-looking. At least, I thought she was pretty much a plain Jane who is a bit "Ah Soh" and irritating because she has a whiney voice. Very undeserving to be a Miss Singapore, I ever thought. But I actually couldn't take my eyes off her - cos I was marvelling about the vast difference of the persona I see on TV and her in real person.

Jessica Liu aka "Ruan Mian Mian", is as pretty as she is on TV - only skinnier. Constance Song looked worse... I mean, better in reel than in real person.

(I took their backsides - cos I don't want them to think I'm taking pictures of them when I did. Hur hur)

I and JX saw JJ Lin earlier in VivoCity before the party and he was actually quite short and plain. He blended so well in the crowd, that no one was even looking at him. Or following him, singing his songs or fainting in his path. (I mean, is he that big? Then what's with the screams and bodyguards at the party?)

JX was very upset that he didn't manage to take a picture with pretty Michelle Chia but when he finally got to her at the end of the party - I had to ruin it (hehe).

It's blurry. Cos it's the wrong mode. Milo Bing seems to be nice chaps - so he grabbed them to take a picture too. :)

Hee. Blurry too. (No time to change mode no time to change)

And........ of all people, Emilee Kang. You know, from Singapore Idol 2?

She didn't seem that nice to me. JX thinks she's prettiest of the Idol 2's contestants - even prettier than Jasmine. (o_o) ...I don't get it.

(I don't take pictures with these 'celebrities' [didn't think Emilee was one] cos I think they're just normal human beings like all of us. Methinks, it's silly to let them think we idolize them because we want to take pictures with them. Like they think they're superior or something, while we're just lowly beings who yearn to be photographed with them. Nope, I won't take pictures with Keanu Reeves if he's at the Countdown too. I would be probably just hyperventilating. Heehee)

OH OH!! I take back my word that the artistes getting up close to us was the best part of the party. Because, I think this is the best.

At his first song, before he even started. He lay there for a while (probably dazed or wondering if he should fake it and said that he fainted momentarily due to stress and excitement) before clambering up, muttering sheepishly that it was very slippery on stage (cos it was drizzling). OK, that's mean of me, but HAHA(!!!) there goes his cool "wassup" image. You can yell yourself hoarse as much as you want, you can rock your head and have your flaying hair looked like a looney's... but I still remember the expression when you fell! I still am laughing now as I replay the scene in my mind. Oooh, bad karma bad karma! (Anyways the unfortunate burly guy is eXe and they 5 guys make up Firebrands, and they're up and coming. Extreme left = my JC friend who turns to a Rock star and is now "Ghost")

And well, finally, at the final countdown, there were big and small balloons flying everywhere, and we were so focused on that, we forgot to look out for fireworks. The main part of the party.

(-_-)

Haiya, I think I'm getting old. Countdown parties aren't supposed to be like this, no? I and JX left shortly after. Didn't feel any upbeat to this party. Not much of a crowd left as well.

The only thing good about the party was the cheesecake (not even the freeflow Carlsberg beer) and the company of JX and (coincidentally) my colleague with her family. But anyhoo...

Happy New Year, everyone. May 2007 be a better year for me and you.

It's almost the end of the year already. Again. Heck, time just gets faster and faster as you grow older. It's Christmas, again, and apart from the dismal Christmas decors in restaurants and shops (and Ass dropping hints to what she wants for her presents), I do not feel the presence of Christmas. What's the point, when you don't have a full month of holidays to boot, like when you're a kid?

It's just another public holiday.

Okay, I'm not a Christian. Shoot me.

I've seen so much ups and downs this year. And I can dare say, this year, is probably the most significant year that has molded the most of me today. Growing up pretty much sucks. I never like changes. But changes are what that make you grow up.

And sometimes, you're forced to grow up and think for yourself.

I'm just really glad - that I have JX and my buddies to see me through this tough patch. I wouldn't know what to do without them...

Thank you, for being there. And hurting with me. There's nothing much that can be done, but I take consolation from the fact that you are all there for me. And tried to cheer me up when i'm down. :)

JX, I don't know what to say - I can't stop saying "Thank you" and "Sorry" to you. Thank you for being there for me, at any time at all; and sorry... for making you worry and so troubled and all the inconveniences that I've brought to you. I'm stronger, because of you. Thank you baby... :')

I'll get over this - it's just another phase. But for all the negative things that can happen, they have showed me the people who really care for me. And for that, I'm blessed to have them with me.

The Irony...

of some absurd advertisements...

Why put a Caucasian to advertise for Asian lashes? Zhang Ziyi's an ambassador for Maybelline, no? Why not her? Cos her lashes too short to advertise for lashes? Cos she's Asian?

The most pain in the world has got to be The Itch.

And the worst place to have any part of your body to itch in the middle of the night is the bottom of your feet. Damn freaking it-chay(!!), and damn difficult to scratch hard enough to satisfy the deep itch. And of course, you need to like wake up to scratch labouriously and furiously at your feet, which effectively drives away every single sleeping bug.

The Itch has come to haunt me...

Stupid dum-dum...

It was JX's 24th birthday yesterday. To me, I think 24 is a big thing. Like, it's 2 full cycles of the lunar cycles. How many cycles can you live till you die? The first being 12, when you hardly remember anything. I remember it being pretty sad. It was always the mid-year exams then. I thought it sucks really to have your birthday sandwiched between examinations. No one can really remember because they're too caught up with their mugging, and you can hardly celebrate, even on your own, because the thought of the need to revise is weighing at the back of your mind. I'm all beyond that anyway, but JX's 24th birthday had to be spent that way.

Sucks...

But it's his last birthday to be spent as a schooler.

And we spent the entire day in Vivocity. A place so near to my workplace. (-_-)

A really huge place with shiny slippery floors, bright colours and overwhelmingly blasting air-conditioners. We had a late lunch at Secret Recipe, hung out for a while in the arcade before moving on to the movies. Death Note. He really liked it - "unbrilliant" he said. "We gotta catch the anime!" ...:)

Glad he enjoyed himself.

Cos, I think it is a day of bad service. I mean, ok, it's not anyone's fault that the kitchen of Secret Recipe has only one chef. The manager probably screwed up by not planning the timetable right. But explanations, dear, explanations. Customers were left hanging in mid air with empty stomachs (though not mine's not, otherwise I would have exploded. A hungry Em is an angry Em.) It's sad to see the manager scurrying around and getting bombarded by impatient, angry customers who circled around her. Anymore barbaric, they would be stoning her and skewing her to barbeque.

Ah well.

And then, we were supposed to watch the 3.30pm movie. Happily (with goosebumps and shivers) entered the Artic-like theatre. To find out that the theatre was almost full, and people sitting in our seats. Upon checking tickets, SHIT, we were given the wrong tickets. 12.30pm show. WTF?

Ok, and we rushed to the ticket counter. And Clarence (I remember you, CLARENCE.) was a farking rude attendant. I was courteous enough - knowing that I could be nasty if I want to, but since he didn't serve me before and it was not his fault (I just want to watch my movie, damn it), well, I thought I tone down. But HEY, he dared to show JX and I his attitude, and even reprimanded us, to check our tickets the next time, "Next time, REMEMBER to CHECK your tickets."

!!!!!!!

WHAT? No apologies, NEVER MIND. You still say all those crap shit when it's also the ticketing fault?? All the customer's fault la?

What sorta attitude is that? I just grabbed the tickets and fumed off. Nothing to say because JX, being the nice guy (probably cos it's his birthday and being in a good mood and unaffected), apologized. Or maybe he knows that if both of us blow up, things will turn nasty.

I can't take it lying down. Is it because that both of us are dressed casual, and we looked just like mere students who can be bullied and reprimanded? I could go like, "Excuse me! Don't make it sound like it's just our FAULT! You look like a temp! I want to see your MANAGER! Your attitude is really bad! I want to COMPLAIN!" I mean, I got a few hours to the next show anyways. I can make good use of that few hours to make your life miserable, bitch.

So, in the end, JX tried cheering me up after we got snubbed by the ticket-boy. (GRR)

And it's not all too bad, we sat at the roof of Vivocity, overlooking the waterbay, seeing Sentosa and the Merlion peeking out of the forestry green.

It's been so long we even did anything like that. Hardly any time. Me - working, him - mugging.

We even played $4.00 worth of arcade games. When was the last time we plonked a token into the slot and fired away at dinosaurs and zombies? I can't remember.

It was his birthday, but I felt so happy too. It's like I celebrate my birthday twice a year. :)