Night 15: Brotzeit w/ the Colleagues

Yes. Thursday night, the new Friday of the week, seeing as Good Friday is a holiday, I went out with my colleagues.

Drinks at Brotzeit

I have no reasons not to, going home and staring at the blank wall doesn't seem like a better option.

LOL.

It was a pleasant time. After a very long drama filled day at the office/client place.

Goodness.

Beer is totally my best friend. Aiya who am I kidding. ALCOHOL is my family.

The Bayrischer Long Drink - mine 

The Sausage Platter - before 

The Sausage Platter - After, shared amongst the table

 

Good company, great chatter, great beer.

Night 14: MyKuali Penang White Curry Instant Noodles

Hahaha! Superman, do you remember lugging back that box of instant noodles for me? <3

A box was lugged that day

The highly popular latest craze instant noodles, The MyKuali Penang White Curry Instant Noodles, which takes after the Penang's beloved White Curry Noodles, has been all the rage amongst the Penang Foodies, or Foodies in general.

This craze made it easy for what I suspect was a marketing ploy, to plan for a "shortage" of these noodles, in its homeland, Malaysia, in order for the word of it to spread far and wide.

It worked really well, but when these noodles surfaced in large quantums in supermarkets around Singapore, there were some pretty vocal folks that openly accused MyKuali on their Facebook page of playing with supply and demand to increase their popularity.

Who can blame MyKuali????? Free marketing yo! Get real!

Anyway, mom gave me a heads up on the situation and told me that there was "black market" sales of these noodles at RM10 per SINGLE PACKET. The normal price is RM6.80 for 4 packets.

WALAOEH. One packet of instant noodles nia leh!

Seeing as my mom and dad were really keen on the noodles, I obliged and roped in my boy to hunt down the elusive MyKuali noodles.

We found them at Bishan's Giant Supermarket, sold at SGD 4.20 per 4 packets, which is still reasonable, as compared to the RM10 per packet rubbish.

I got the boyfie to cook me a pack for dinner the same night and he absolutely LOVED it, but I felt otherwise. Perhaps it's because I really really love the Penang Curry Noodles much more than the instant noodles.

The Real Penang White Curry Mee

Anyhow, I was packing to go home on Wednesday night, and when I opened my suitcase, I really could not resist but to snap a picture of the instant noodles I was bringing/smuggling home for mommy.

Noodle smuggler me

Epic shit. Smuggling home instant noodles to Malaysia from Singapore, which were originally made in Malaysia.

Whatever lah! Ho Chiak to me is only my ORIGINAL PENANG WHITE CURRY NOODLES.

Night 13: Twyxt

We downloaded this app that's meant for communication between couples.

It's really cool!

There's functions for the couple to share a KISS where both parties have to place their finger on a particular button and when that happens, it triggers a kiss w the sound effects!

Then there's the function to SPANK each other along with the sound.

And a FREEZE button where it freezes the other persons screen. According to the app, this function is meant for when one party annoys the other, thus causing the annoyed person to freeze the other.

Not really applicable to us, we find the freeze function cool!

Couple are also able to share photos with each other (like Facebook, but between two people only), and feelings.

As such...

More feelings....

The best part? Privacy and security.

The app allows you to lock it specifically so no one is able to access it other than you.

We haven't been able to chat as much recently due to awful time zone issues and work hour clashes. 

But like he always says, have faith.

Night 12: Pile it On

Work, is getting a lil crazy.

This week is the week of the crunch.

The week we begin to see 9pm as "early" and 12am as "norm".
The week we begin to play mind games with ourselves.
The week we irk the client to no end.
The week we push each team member (in a good way, hopefully).
The week we get pushed by our managers.
The week we begin to question ourselves at every breathing second,

"WHY THE HELL AM I DOING THIS?"

I always have an answer, but this answer eludes me in my weakest moments.
I like the challenge.
I like doing the job that no one thinks is humane.
I like beating the odds.
I like it.

Not because of the money. (it sucks)
Not because of the clients. (sometimes they suck)
Not because of the bosses. (90% they're backstabbers)

More because of the people I get to work with, not that it works out in every place.
More because of the things I get to see.
More because of the knowledge I gain.
More because of how much it makes me grow, in person, in mind, in life.

I used to be this super biatch in my ex-firm, like, total pain-in-the-f**king-ass biatch.
Scaring my juniors to no end, getting branded the "fierce" and "scary" person to work with.

This is not to say I don't have that label now, but I have really toned down as compared to before, and these words are not from me, Thank Goodness! But from my peers who happened to see me at my worst, and see me now, at my improved version.

I'm glad to have them in my life, they motivate me to continue changing.

I don't really like the comments I received that I'm fierce nowadays, because I am truly trying to be better than I was yesterday. And I try first, to be nice, but due to a lack of patience (still working on it), I give up after 2-3 times of being nice, and let the old me surface to take charge because sometimes things need to get done and someone's got to take a stand.

Recently, I've taken up the challenge to "TOLERATE".
Take it from me, IT A BLOODY AWFUL CHALLENGE.

But I told myself, hey, since you named one of the reasons why you love your job as "loving the challenge" then hey, why not?

I plan to set myself a new challenge each day from tomorrow onwards.

Challenge for tomorrow: DO NOT COMPLAIN. (15 April 2014)

This is a mad challenge for me but I know I'm getting on some of my friends' nerves by over-complaining and I'd like to stop.

This is gonna be quite good.

After thought: Can I complain in here instead of verbally??????? *wince*

Night 11: Our first meal

I had dinner at the place we had our first dinner last night.

Tho I subsequently went there numerous times after, I still remembered that night vividly. Who was with us, what we chatted about, and even the topic that got us to go out again, the very next day.

The missing isn't getting any easier. Distractions are the only cure. But I'm suffering from the distractions, it's to costly. 

For the past half hour, I've been wondering where a whopping amount of SGD 400 has gone to.

It turns out, it went to activities I non-delayed-gratificationly splurged on.

Friday night Club Street dinner: $60

Paying back an old bill: $20

Sunday high-tea: $52

Shopping: $165

MRT reload: $20

Dinner on Sunday: $20

Bunny ears (reimbursable): $65

That's a total of $402. 💔

I need to buck up.

Ugly looking spaghetti from TCC, Clarke Quay

Night 10: No photos of shop stuff

Hmm. This has been a little puzzling for me. In this day and age, it's so easy to find pictures and/or information of anything via the www so why do shop owners get their knickers in a twist over it?

Wouldn't they gain in almost every way from the sharing of those photos via social media?

Anyhow, I encountered this a few minutes ago, haha. Was shopping for Bunny Ear headbands for an upcoming hen's night. 

The aim was bunny ears like these pair of cuties:

Attica Glitter Bunny Ears

Got these from Attica, yes the club.

I was rather excited that I found a shop with something similar at my first attempt. Without thinking I whipped out my phone and snapped a quick pic and sent it for opinions in the whatsapp group chat.

All this while the shop owner was standing there and you can imagine my surprise when he suddenly said very loudly, after I'd already sent the pic to the chat... 

"NO PHOTO! LOOK AT MY SIGN!"

And sure enough, above the rack with the headbands, was a small sign (not bluffing), saying:

"No Photography

FINE: $100"

Err, ok. I was prepared to apologize and make my purchase. But believe it or not, this dude (guy in his late 20s or early 30s???), wasn't happy! He proceeded to point to my phone...

"YOU DELETE, NOW!"

Clearly a man of few but loud words.

This sentence and volume obviously didn't go to well with my nature and hence I retorted back at him...

"I JUST WON'T BUY FROM YOU THEN."

and marched off.

The Bunny Ears from the Anal Shop

Perplexing. I was thinking to myself as I was huffing away on whether I should tell him that this is ridiculous seeing as all I was doing was getting opinions to BUY THE ITEM. 

But I didn't bother. He wouldn't have known what I was doing with the picture. 

I found another shop selling a different type of bunny ears (not as pretty), and this time, asked the lady owners for permission to take a picture, and the response was in total contrast to my earlier experience. 

SHE HELD THE BUNNY EARS FOR ME.

The Bunny Ears from the Friendly Shop

Totally stumped. Must ask Google why these variants exist.

Oh well. Interesting.

Night 9: You Never Know

-drink, dance, drunk-

Went out with my friends tonight, ok, my colleagues, and one of their sisters.

During this outing, I was awake, alert, and aware.

I saw Big Sis succumb to the guy who had had his eyes on her since the beginning via an intense French kiss.

Luckily she's single.

Her sister, who is like I, in a LDR, was also a target of another member of the opposite sex, but fortunately, nothing of the similar occurred.

The only ones whose minds were alert consisted of myself, and Ms. C, who was clearly focusing on her impending reconciliation/closure meet with her ex-bf/unknown-statused guy, next week. We kept each other company, whilst watching over those who were no-so-in-control.

No matter what, I'm typing this whilst seated on my chair in my room, using my desk-sitting laptop, so I am, perfectly ok.

Whatever the situation may be, this is definitely the first night without him that I am awake and sober and consciously not wanting to heed to other males advances.

Damn, I hear chirping birds. Goodnight.

Night 8: Memories

Sent Chiakaban and Rilakkuma to Serangoon MRT before heading home today.
Passed by the food store where I conned you that I hadn't eaten, but actually I had.
And in the end, you over-ordered as usual had we had a blast fun time trying to finish all the food.

Grilled fish and lala.

Then I saw this. Reminds me of our own fond memory of Gordon's meme,
"Why did the Chicken cross the road?"
"Because you didn't f**king COOK it!"

So many memories, whichever way I turn.

-Gordon at his best-

Night 7: It's alright

I won't budge.

I see your smile through pictures taken by others.

I still won't budge.

Not till this message is understood loud and clear that trust and communication must exist with us.

Until then, I won't budge.

Night 5: The Start

It hurts so bad.
The pain is totally unbearable.
Every step that I take makes me wince.
I can't walk straight with the pain.

I did 10 squats in the morning before going to work.
And I ran/hobbled/walked 1.5 kilometers last night.

PAINNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.

I'm truly a lembik taufoo.
And this taufoo miss youuuuuu.

Ok I admit I did tear a bit when saying goodnight to you.

But seriously that car alarm which did not get shut down for 30 minutes really got on my nerve!!!
I even fell asleep without knowing when it was eventually done.

Exercise is good. It makes me tired and pushes my body out of its unhealthy comfort zone.
And it makes me sleep easier too.

My thighs are still hurting. *moans*
If you were here I'd want piggy-backs everywhere...and snuggles, and cuddles, and everything lah.

Love you! End of Night 5 of 115. Come on!

Night 4: Getting better

Last night I kept chanting to myself;

"If you cry you're gonna have itchy eyes,

If you have itchy eyes you're gonna rub 'em,

If you rub 'em you're gonna have swollen eyes" 

Over and over until I fell asleep. 

It's gonna get better, this move was for a greater purpose.

There's no point being so gone with the wind and down under.

End of night 4 of 115. Soon love, soon.

Though still not soon enough. 

Night 3: Iron Man and Moi

Yup, I watched Iron Man 1 and Iron Man 2.
Hated the kiss kiss scene at the end of Iron Man 2. Made me mish you soooo bad.

And yeah, I still cried quite a bit last night.

Ok let me dig out the source of why I'd burst into a waterfall:

1) The nights
Why are the nights the most unbearable? Because we've been physically seeing each other for almost every night since 16 months ago. Seeing through screen totally sucks.

2) Changes
For example yesterday when the fat woman moved the room around and removed the bedding from your bed. But worst of all, she folded the card you left for me. I know, its not a big deal, but the significance of that card to me is so great that I was totally crushed when I saw a nasty fold in the card.

3) Talking about you
When friends ask me how I'm doing, and I'm not doing well. This should get better in like, half a year?

4) Missing you exchanges
When we chat and we start missing each other and everything we'd usually do.
These can range from a slight sniffle-trickle, to a whole electric storm.

But anyway, that was the end of Night 3 without you. Perhaps it was Iron Man, but I went to sleep a little faster. Shall note it as a way to cope. Hmm.

Night 2: A chikopeh, drinks, and clubbing (I tried)

For every alternate "mope" post, I will HOPE to have a "positive" post.
I have to, if not this blog will be so damn gloomy and pathetic, and so will I.

Hence, as it was Friday, the solution I turned to, to cure my gloom, or so I thought, was Mr. Booze.

It was actually a forced client dinner-drinks-social thing which my manager, R, conned me into attending with his message:

"...so I confirmed that both of us are going, so don't say no ok? Hahahahahaha...."

Erm. Moron????

But anyway, if I hadn't gone, I would have been cowering in my room and crying my eyes out, so I went. I did not dress up. I did not feel like it.

We went to Hooters, seriously, Hooters. Le Sigh.
Skimpily dressed girls with WTF bodies, you could see the muffin tops begging to be released from those uniforms! I felt sorry for the girls who allowed their butt cheeks to be so scantily exposed. Then I also found out, from my chikopeh client, B, that Oh! The girls come from many places! Philippines, Vietnam, China, were the few that were interrogated when they served our beers.

As it turned out, there were only 3 of us there, my manager, R, the client, B, and moi. Epic. Stuck with two guys, drinking, on a Friday night. Awkward. Well, I was the lead of the project. So I had no real reason to back out. But hurrah, luckily for me, the client remembered the prior years' leads and asked if they were also available to join us for drinks. One was a girl, the other, not. And both agreed. GOOD.

Hence the party now had, my manager, R, the client, B, prior year girl lead, WX, prior year guy lead, J, and moi.

I had 3 Coronas, and an Erdinger. Whoopee.

During the drinking session, a member of the party casually hinted that a visit to a nightclub was necessary in order for the client to experience a fulfilling night enjoying what Singapore had to offer. Being the chikopeh client, the suggestion was made for Shanghai Dolly.

We entered the club and my manager paid for a bottle of Chivas, which pained WX who then ordered another two bottles of the same stuff and paid it herself, I felt guilty but I was already dead broke for the month after some instant-gratification purchases which I don't regret (Haha!). I never did get to see us finish the three bottles, only managed to see 1.5 bottles get drained.

I have to mention: I suck when drinks get mixed, like different beers, and beers with whisky, etc.

Hammered or not, I managed to find my way home after getting myself released from the grasp of the chikopeh client, a totally challenging ordeal.

Still managed to whatsapp the boyfie, got to see a glimpse of him through a lousier-than-thou connection and then cried myself to sleep. Seriously. I need to get a grip. Ugh.

End of Night 2 of 115. I miss you, my love.

Night 1

The night has passed.

One of the most difficult nights that I've ever had to weather through. 

Seeing you with your luggage, seeing you check-in, seeing you enter that departure hall, seeing you stand at the customs counter, seeing you wave me goodbye, seeing you walk towards gate A11.

Going home without you was worse, getting down those steps alone, getting into the elevator alone, getting myself into the house alone, getting into our room alone, getting into bed alone.

I'm so sorry I couldn't hold back my tears, it began trickling as soon as I saw you turn after your last goodbye wave. The trickle turned to a endless gush once I got into the taxi. And though I wanted to stop when you FaceTime-d me, I couldn't. I'm sorry. 

The tears just kept racing down my face like an endless waterfall, I have no idea where the supply came from, I have no idea where the strength to cry came from, nor do I know where sleep was hiding, it might have been sick of my wails, as the thing I knew, it punched me in the face and knocked me out.

I awoke at 7.45am without the help of the alarm that Siri set for me, as that damned piece of technology ran out of charge during the night. 

I felt like a robot, going through the motions, knowing where you'd be if you were around, placing you in the room with my imagination, and erasing you to accept that you weren't there.

I miss you so much that it hurts so bad. Night 1 of 115 has passed. I will look to this Day 1 without you with the objective of survival, to survive this day without too many tears, without too many falls.

The aircraft you're in is probably about to begin it's descend into Doha. I just passed Orchard MRT.