I am home

Things are back to quite normal.

There are near forty emails in my Gmail account, mostly are forwarded emails while some are Friendster and other notifying ones.

Bloglines shows more than thirty updated entries from all my friends’ blogs in total and I am struggling to read through what are happening in my friends’ lives these few days.

Gilbert updates me of part-time work but I cannot even walk now.

It seems like there are many things for me to catch up on.

I am still alive!

If tomorrow never comes

If tomorrow never comes, I am afraid I could only say sorry.

I have not gone for a movie with Anthony old man after the previous time my camp screwed it up for me.

I have not gone for a cycling trip with Kenneth at Palau Ubin after all the delays.

I have not met up with Lijie and Firman after so long.

I have not met up with Marlboro.

I have not brought Jesselyn to Escape Theme Park.

I have not seen Vanessa in bikini.

I hope Irwin can compose new songs and set up his own business in Singapore.

I hope Mike can realise his dreams of building his internet empire.

I hope Mingfa can excel in his work into finding better prosperity.

I hope Ming En can get a stable job.

I hope Wilson can soon take over his parents’ business and adopt good management.

I hope Zijun can fulfil his dreams of volleyball coaching.

I hope Shing Kae can come out with more interesting videos.

I hope Kian Wee can get into his singing career.

I hope John can recover from his injuries.

I hope princess can remain cute forever.

I hope Sam Toh can get through his course and get a good girlfriend.

I hope Gilbert’s talent will be discovered and he can have his shopping spree everyday.

I hope Da Zhang can become a good game designer.

I hope BMCC would unite again.

Please take care of my family and Vivi.

NP Pals meet-up

[Friday, 08 September, 2006]

Shilin called for a meeting up but this time not everyone was informed due to miscommunication, which was a big regret.

We were supposed to meet at Plaza Singapura but I guessed she was late and thus did not pick up my call when she was on the bike. I met up with Jason and Benson instead, followed by Yongming. Then, we proceeded to Paradise Centre and met up with Lynn, Yaozhong and surprisingly Kelvin, who had been missing in action for years.

Some of us hesitated to go into the shop “Juju Hot Pot” ) because we estimated the price to be quite high. In the end, we still walked in and felt the pressure of pockets being sliced off.

Into the beginning of our feast, I became so excited with all the fun and delicious servings. The switch was interesting as well for it could adjust the temperature so fast. I almost got out of my mind and finally received this comment “I pity you must be seldom eat nice food”, which was very true.

Benson posing

Kelvin and Chee Wei sitting at the other table

The 70% done egg

Egg after you smash it

The super duper nice tasting egg waiting to be placed into your mouth!

My chicken set. There are others like beef, pork etc.

Noodle. Too sour though.

Side dishes

The super duper nice icy vinegar sour plum juice which I took damn long to finish because I wanted to prolong the enjoyment

Squeezing…

And the result, though not really very tasty

The temperature controller was fun as the soup got heated up so fast

Benson, Kailun, Lynn

Ziying, Jason, Yongming

Shilin’s boyfriend, Shilin, Yaozhong, Kelvin, Chee Wei

Their speciality Pearl Harbour! Nice but seems to be common tasting.

This was Lynn’s hot desert; not sure what it was

It was a hot dinner and I was sweating in front of the hot pot after continuous “workout”. The main food, chicken slices, was actually just of normal taste; but overall it was a very nice dinner.

After that, we went to The Coffee Connoisseur (TCC) to chill up together while waiting for Cher Fong’s arrival.

Outside TCC

Benson and Yaozhong

My mint something something..

Arrival of Cher Fong turned towards Kelvin immediately

Jason and Yaozhong

Group photo – Jason, Shilin, Cher Fong, Benson, Kailun, Lynn, Yaozhong, Chee Wei, Kelvin, Ziying

Another group photo

Sweet couple

IMF Event at Capital Tower

[Monday, 19 September, 2006]

Jonshit made this possible for me to be involved in the Cocktail and dinner event at Capital Tower and thanks to my elder brother for lending me all the formal clothes and shoes.

I was all excited about it but of some worries as usual due to my inexperience of “outside” life. I supposed that was why Quek asked me to be “open” to the world, inclusive of showing me the partially-indecent night life.

I read through the email Jenny sent to me a number of times and even listed down the sequence of events in a small piece of paper; I was ready for a new learning phase of my life, into the practical world.

I could not doze off for more than two hours again but managed to get up by one in the afternoon. Lunch sucked totally with the packet rice full of only vegetable. I took only a few spoons and felt so full, or perhaps, had totally lost my appetite.

I made it early to the building, eager yet nervous about the job scope. The security was bad that you just had to fill up a row on a paper (unchecked) and you would be issued a paper visitor pass. I took the escalator up to the second level to catch the flock of lifts which would lead me up directly to level thirty-seven and from there I transited to level fifty-two. The lifts were at least thrice as fast as lifts in HDB flats.

I was there the earliest and soon the friendly Alvin and Rita met up with me and introduced themselves, bringing me more delights that the staffs were so friendly. Jenny arrived later and I was glad to see that she was young and energetic. We started unpacking some of the equipments.

Soon, I was shown to the place of arrival of guests, but Cecilia and I were pushing the trolley down to level two, we were stopped by the so-called security guard. Although we were at fault but we had received no instruction that we could not push it there and that guy was creating a nuisance out of it, terrorizing our ears. We were led to the cargo lifts but we decided to hand-carry the umbrellas down and then hand-carry the trolley back.

I was issued the walky-talky with ear-piece but luckily they took the troublesome ear-piece back before I hurt my ear by pushing it inwards every time anyone talked. Then, I went to settle some labelling stuffs.

I got to know this friendly girl Vernye who worked with me at the first storey to welcome and usher the VVIP. She was stationed at the counter with one of the six models who were dressed in Qi Pao, whereas, I was stationed by the roadside to receive the shuttle on the first go. It was funny that most of the time when I looked from far inside, the building’s floor manager seemed to be flirting with the model.

It was a boring job by the road side since there was only a small shuttle bus and some vans. The first bus brought only three guests over, which was pathetic. I still carried out my job to smile sweetly at them and ushered them over to the main door, but it was a weird feeling that they did not even care to look at me. The next few shuttles were almost the same, pathetic, since most of the guests came on their own and not from the hotel directly.

I realised the greatest problem was that the shuttle bus could not stop right at the door due to a height limit of 2.2 metres. The first van which went in were stopped and had to reverse back. The security guard came to me and said I was supposed to stop them at my location before they could turn in but soon I started to feel ridiculous and I supposed they got to realise the vans were not that tall.

Since a few batches of guests were brought over by the bus and thus had to alight at the junction to walk in, I believed they probably felt stupid. Moreover, we had to make a very little contour around the wall instead of walking straight because it was the driving path, and it could have given them a bad feeling.

Cecilia had so sweetly brought a bottle of mineral water down for me but it was so pathetic that all the dustbins were taped up and I had to walk until the bus-stop to throw it away. I had ushered only around five batches of guests over and it was boring to stand there alone of course.

There was a passer-by who asked me for direction to the SIA building but I embarrassed myself when I did not know the answer. Luckily she did not know I stayed so nearby. Then, one of the guests asked me how to get to Fullerton hotel but I could not answer him as well but he was so ridiculous to say that “Oh you don’t know English” when I was answering him in English all the while.

There was also a crap that when some of the guests wanted to leave, the person in charge of the shuttle could not make exception to allow them to get seated inside the van first when it was just minutes to the scheduled time, claiming that the van could not park there when the guests had even walked over to the main road in front of the vans.

I was there for the whole day until nine o’clock, and I was called up for dinner with Vernye and the model. I could alas take a few looks at the scenery, which was grand from the fifty-second storey. Dinner was Yang-Zhou fried rice, some vegetables, beef which I could not take, sweet and sour fish and wrapped meat like a dumpling. The dinner was alright but to be able to dine there was a bonus because not many people could dine at China Club.

However, we were called by Jenny to go down to usher the guests out as the event seemed to end earlier and I had only taken a little food, which was very good as compared to others who were starving.

I went to the thirty-seven storey to usher the smaller group of guests who attended the dinner. It was the time when I found it most satisfying because some of the guests smiled at me and even said thank; it was a sense of achievement too for my good service.

After all the guests had left, the few of us went up to help out with the packing up of the stuffs before we went for dinner at the same table and food. I was eager to leave because my favourite show “Han Wu Da Yi” had begun but I thought we could end the night after their dinner and I would fly back home over the few streets. However, we continued with a little packing up after that with two trips down to load some equipment into the van at level one.

We could finally leave with my back, knees and feet aching so badly. Alvin and Rita walked with me towards the MRT station. Suddenly Jenny called Alvin and asked us to share a cab home since it could be claimed as it had already passed eleven. They continued to stroll with me and soon boarded a cab which passed by and that ended our nice conversation.

By the time I reached home, it was around midnight and I was very sad to have missed my show. But no doubt, it was a very good experience even though I did not assist them much.

A dog for future home

I was causally surfing around for dogs’ pictures as I was chatting with Vivi. Then I came across this site http://www.nextdaypets.com and saw many cute pictures. I would love to have a dog in future though Vivi insisted to have one.

If only I could afford one in future because money, time and patience matter a lot.

Yorkshire Terrier (male)? – very adorable and nice colour!

Yorkshire Terrier (male)

Yorkshire Terrier (male) – very artistic picture!

Yorkshire Terrier (female) – Vivi’s favourite. Very sweet!

Yorkshire Terrier (female)

Yorkshire Terrier (female)

Shetland Sheepdog (female) – I like the colour and the fur

Jack Russell Terrier (female) – Cutie! Jack Russell is very hyperactive and thus it’s more fun to play with, but I prefer a male one

Beagle (male)

Beagle (male) – look at the pitiful face, making people feel like hugging him!

Beagle (male)

Write a testimonial

There is a big problem with me that whenever I face any small problem, I take it too seriously to heart. This is why I always have lots of stress when problems come at the same time. Perhaps, for most people they would have decisively employed methods to solve them without as much consideration.

The sudden emerge of this issue is brought upon by a recall to write a testimonial in Friendster.

To most people, they would just treat it as a small favour, but it means absolutely big business to me. I never want to misuse this feature in Friendster or even to give a slightest aid to boost the tragedy.

I never want to accept testimonials like “Hi hi.. can write me back?”, though it can increase the number of collection to show off, but I am always afraid that rejecting might cause a misunderstanding.

As to appease the party, you may consider spending your time to write back, but if you do not know that person well, what are you supposed to write?

“I think you are a nice guy, yet to be confirmed. See you!” – Something like this?

I cannot probably follow the trend of the attentions-needed people due to my principles, writing worthless and meaningless texts to testify a person’s character.

They always put me in dilemma.

Stubborn is me.

Link: http://sillydumb.blogspot.com/2006/08/testimonial.html

Day of the Pre-Admission Tests

[Friday, 15 September, 2006]

The most dreadful time arrived finally and I knew I had to take the blood test no matter what. But there was a short queue in front of me and then I saw this very old lady being wheeled inside the room and a sudden emotion struck me. She was so skinny and I estimated she was at least seventy years old and it pierced me so much.

It was my turn then and I was forthright in front of the Malay nurse that I had phobia with needle. I said in an embarrassing tone that I would turn pale after that and most probably would feel giddy. She did not hesitate in doing her work, but asked me to look to the other side. Then she distracted me by teasing me that enemies could easily frighten me off with needles instead of using guns.

I could feel the needle piercing into my skin and soon she pressed something on that part. Next, she asked me if I was still afraid of the needle as I was speechless for a few seconds and I guessed the needle was out. She assisted me to another waiting area with comfortable chair and she went to get another queue number in my place. She was one of the nicest and most sincere nurses I had ever met.

Surprisingly I was perfectly alright even though needles always had after-effect on me within a few minutes especially after drawing a tube of blood. At least for the two times I had ever did in my life, I turned pale after that.

I recalled back to two weeks ago when I took my life’s second blood test, which was at Stagmont camp, I was so freaked out because of the people who took my blood. I knew that guy was a new medic and his senior who was there to guide him was not very experienced as well; I also had enough scary stories about careless NSF medics. The biggest problem was when I heard the senior ask the junior why he still did not remove the needle when the blood was enough to cover at least three tests already. Would you be terrified with such medical team?

I gladly went to the next station to see the anaesthetist. He was still going rounds at the wards I supposed and a nurse attended to me first. As I was still sick, I did not hear her question properly when she was referring to my “operation” and not “operation”, which caused another embarrassing moment for me. She took my blood pressure, oxygen level, height and weight before asking me to fill in a form outside. Around fifteen minutes later, the anaesthetist arrived just in time for me to escape weird questions from the guy sitting besides me with a smelly cigarette smell.

Followed by, I proceeded to Clinic “C”. The nurse at the counter told me to go to room K21 immediately but the doctor was still not around. It was around 0945h and the doctor would only come at around 1030h. The aunties sitting besides me were complaining about the waiting time though we were visiting different rooms. She was very right that the doctor would only come after ten and the hospital was unreasonable to make the patients come so much earlier.

It was around 1010h, a gentleman queued behind me came back after his breakfast. He was very friendly and started to chat with me. There was a lump inside his stomach caused by his small intestines and that was considered as minor operation as well, which scared me. In his fifties, he was still looking strong with very dark hair and his skin looked much younger. He advised me to exercise regularly to look young.

The doctor was late. After going in, he reminded me of the risks of the operation again. Then, he checked the lump and soon, he released me out of the hospital.

It was only around eleven in the morning and I was so glad and surprised. The tests actually took less time than visiting a doctor in polyclinic, which I spent three hours a couple of days ago.

Contacts’ labelling

I took around forty-five minutes to rename all the contacts in my address book while waiting for Vivi at her void deck.

I used to put a “HP” behind every name to indicate it was number to a handphone and for house’s number I would just put the name. For example, I would add Chiobu’s phone as “Chiobu Hp”, whereas, her house number would be stored as “Chiobu”.

Soon, as most of my contacts owned a phone each and the free incoming call service became a competitive strategy for all the service providers in Singapore, I realised the requirement for storing “house phone” numbers was little. Nevertheless, it was too troublesome to change the format of storing the numbers.

It seemed stupid to put extra characters “Hp” behind each contact’s name when more than ninety percent of them would require that. And also, some contact’s names were so long that two extra characters meant a lot.

It had been my wish to change the format, taking my Chiobu as example again, for her mobile phone’s number labelled as “Chiobu” and house phone’s number as “Chiobu Hse”. I did not take any initiative.

This night when I had nothing with me, while waiting to send her to tuition, I finished this task.

It’s raining!

Looks like a snowing place. But I looked sucky.

Brilliant Gilbert

For the past few days I was badly pressurized by Gilbert. He enlightened me things about my website, which I had overlooked after numerous revamping over the years.

Perhaps, I had been focusing too much on the programming part to reduce the total file size that I had neglected some things; there were also many restrictions which hesitated me from doing certain things.

He had an impressive draft layout for my site and it looked professional. However, I did not take it since it was not what I really wanted; all the current soft and fading colours I had implemented described the theme and me better.

Though I still did not know the destination, I knew the direction; nobody understood me better than myself.

I had some changing of the menu, and if you were curious why a design student would listen to someone who was from a different field, I had to admit he was brilliant.

If I were to own any business, I would probably be employing him no matter which line I was going in to.

Pre-Admission testing date changed

[Wednesday, 13 September, 2006]

The nightmare of the sleeping hour continued.

Another thing I could not understand about my mum was that she insisted to switch on the air-con at night despite the heavy electricity bill. My elder brother was careless about the two hundreds plus dollars bill after using the air-con even during noon time, but she did not do anything other than complaining about him in front of me. So, I could describe them as like mother like son, or even the son outshone the parent. We were blood related though.

Apart from this nonsense of bills, since money could not buy happiness and I should skip it for the moment. But she obviously knew I was sick with flu, cough and sore throat and yet she switched on the air-con still. I had no room to escape to, except the living room which was not a very peasant place.

I battled the cold in my illness, could not doze off eventually, and finally decided to switch off the air-con. Though my nose was more relieved and could finally doze off at around five in the morning, I woke up to ease my bladder and refill my throat with water so frequently. From five to seven in the morning, I woke up numerous times.

I gave a call to SGH but they did not pick it up. I went directly for the Pre-Admission testing centre then and asked if I could proceed on with the testing when I was sick. They told me I could do it two days later, which would not affect my operation date. In fact, I actually felt like chicken out for the blood test; I was just a coward in fact of blood sucking instrument.

I went straight to Outram Polyclinic then and waited three hours before I could see the doctor. Out of the bottle of cough syrup, fungus medicine, some Lozenges and flu pills, and pimples cream, I had everything except for the latter. So once again I told myself I could become a doctor.

After reaching home, Gilbert messaged me online immediately. I took my lunch and had some discussion with him before taking the medicine and went to lie down. After a short conversation with Vivi over the phone while she was on her way home, I finally dozed off.

As we chatted over the phone again in the evening, she totally forgot that I was ill and requested me to sound lively and I almost banged my head on the table. I would settle for a sweet revenge once I recovered.