I woke up late. Not only that, I woke up late and was still extremely tired. Took a cab to work and was entertained by the religious Muslim cabby man, who’s 66 years old.
Me: Boleh jalan dekat Boundary Road? *I have an amazing taxi etiquette..hahah*
Cab: Oh boleh! Melayu eh? Ingat kan orang Cina. (I thought you’re a Chinese)
Me: *muttered “Here we go again…”* Take de lah, saya Melayu. (No, I’m a Malay)
C: Saya ingat awak Cina..muka putih-putih… (I thought you’re a Chinese..face white-white)
M: Oh …saya pakai bedak. (Oh…I used powder)
Then he laughed heartily. Crap. He laughed until he coughed…then he opened his door and spat out.
(translated)
C: Sorry yeah. I don’t know why…been feeling nauseous the whole morning.
M: Oh I see…
C: Must be the perils of the fasting month.
Then he started to chant religious verses and did a mini lecture of working to earn our keep!
Anyway cut the whole ride short, he basically told me about his whole life in a 20-minute journey. He even told me his address (@ Jurong!) and asked me to drop by whenever I am free. What the hell.. A bit too friendly, right?
Hahaha what if I really turn up at his doorstep?
However, I think that’s 80% unlikely. 20% goes should I quit my job and become a pizza deliveryman or a door-to-door salesman. Besides, he has no eligible sons. His 6 children are all married and the grandchildren are still young. Hmmm..unless I want to book the 17 year old one at Republic Poly.
Shudder at the thought of having a 17-year-old Prince Charming. But then again…
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Hahaha..I AM a sweet nut.
Had a great weekend as always…although I was attacked on-off by the evil gastric.
Friday saw me reaching Tanjong Pagar’s Fig & Olive at 1945hrs, only to be told by Weiling and Noreen (who were already there) that the place closed at 2000hrs. My stomach had started to hurt by then. I think it was also partly due to the ice cold Milo I had to break fast on my way there. So we took MRT and went to Secret Recipe at Plaza Singapura.
I had the yummiest chicken cordon bleu and lychee freeze. Bad move on the beverage. Towards the end of my meal, I had excruciating stomach cramps. Oh well.
Saturday, I had the NPCC excursion to Bukit Chandu (Opium Hill) war museum and Labrador Secret Tunnels trip. I’ve been to those places before and I really really love them. But I have to admit, it was an overdose. I had too much of The Battle of Pasir Panjang and anything that got to do with WW2, Yamashita, Percival, Lt Adnan, POWs, etc.
Reached home at 1330hrs with a parched throat (from screaming at the kids) and great lethargy. Fell asleep…and finally met up with Lauren at 1600hrs.
Rebonded my hair for 3.5 hours.
My frizzy hair was pulled and tugged by 3 different people…at different directions. I was in pain. So much so that I actually cried. The sick price of vanity.
I got a purple bag and a Victorian shirt. Lauren got shoes. Then at 2130hrs, we finally went to dinner. The acid in my stomach must have a busy day.
MAN U 1 SPURS 1
What the hell…and now we’re #5, after the MNC, Spurs, Charlton and Wigan (good job, Wigs!)
Sunday saw me waking up at 1100hrs…met up with Lauren again (!!) at 1615hrs and then we headed to Bugis. From there, we went to Suntec. Mail and Sha were supposed to join us. But the former had a leaking ass and Sha said she had work stuff and also had to fix her light. So after shopping (2 pairs of shoes for me, a Mango coin pouch and shoes for Lauren), we finally had dinner (it was about 1930hrs). Then we both bought dresses..before rushing to meet susan, sean and sha (3 ‘S’es of Geylang Bahru) at Geylang Serai.
Man…I realised how much I did NOT miss the bazaar. The enormous crowd was thing..the quality of the crowd is another. I really don’t understand why ladies have to wear revealing and indecent clothes to Geylang Serai bazaar Ramadhan. What are they trying to bloody achieve? Some tops are so low, revealing deep cleavage which able to store a lot of tako pachis, keropok lekor, Ramly burgers, murtabaks, halal bak kwa, etc.
Anyway…I reached home at midnight with cramped hands – carrying shoes, dress, packets of fish you tiao and popiah.
The thing is…I’m going again later with my colleagues.
Argh!
Now I was sitting waiting wishing
That you believed in superstitions
Then maybe you'd see the signs
But Lord knows that this world is cruel
And I ain't the Lord, no I'm just a fool
Learning loving somebody don't make them love you
Must I always be waiting waiting on you?
Must I always be playing playing your fool?
I sing ya songs I dance a dance
I gave ya friends all a chance
Putting up with them wasn't worth never having you
And maybe you been through this before
But it’s my first time
So please ignore
The next few lines cause they're directed at you
I cant always be waiting waiting on you
I cant always be playing playing your fool
I keep playing your part
But its not my scene
Wont this plot not twist?
I've had enough mystery
Keep building me up, then shooting me down
Well I’m already down
Just wait a minute
Just sitting waiting
Just wait a minute
Just sitting waiting
Well if I was in your position
I’d put down all my ammunition
I'd wondered why'd it taken me so long
But Lord knows that I'm not you
And If I was I wouldn't be so cruel
Cause waiting on love ain't so easy to do
Must I always be waiting waiting on you?
Must I always be playing playing your fool?
No I cant always be waiting waiting on you
I cant always be playing playing your fool, fool - Sitting, Waiting, Wishing, Jack Johnson
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