Potato Chip Moments At Tanjong Pagar
Eventually, I didn't get to throw any memory away tonight. Only managed to "delete" 400 over emails from last year august till last December...
Stayed back at office till about 7 plus, helping colleague to move the blinds that were leftover from the old office to her car. Actually, I could have gone off at 6 pm... There was no rush to go home, no appointments, no homework to rush back to. No hurry, so I stay in the office longer. Finally helped her with the blinds at around 7 plus, she dropped me at cityhall for me to take train down to Takashimaya to find my mouth guard. Stadium don't carry it. But the guy at Taka RSH was kind enough to direct me to a shop at Paragon that sells it. (Gotta comment... Singapore service staff are much better now... Well, at least a small group of them are... Thanks to the GEMS!!)
So by the time I get home, it was nearly 9pm. Watched the new 9pm show on channel eight, quite interesting... then continue to watch CSI...
Like that how to clear stuffs... Haiz... As I walk home, I told myself, yet another season of single-no-dates-or-appointment is coming over me. I am once again, on my own, with nothing but the TV and internet as my only contact with the outside world. "Time to go out there to make new friends" I told myself. But where to find new friends? I've given up on IRC, I've tried online matchmaking services, they suck. I've tried offline matchmaking services, the men suck. I've tried to respond to Friendster messages, and I never hear from them again.
I really dunno how to find new friends anymore. I want to keep old ones, but... Somehow, values and circumstances change, and relationships changes too. I don't fault anyone. I just tell myself off secretly that it's all my fault.
For now, I'll just soak myself in Grey's Anatomy, Desperate Houswives, CSI, 9pm Chinese serials, 7pm Chinese serials, Law and Order: SVU, The Apprentice, American Idol, Saturday night movies, Friday night movies and a reasonable dose of internet... Potato Chips, anyone?
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Tanjong Pagar MRT train commuters are the worse lot of all I've seen. Maybe I am too used to people at Raffles Place standing on one side of the escalator, or letting others out before going in... This is hugely lacking in Tanjoing Pagar station. What really makes me shake my head is the one who always tries to barge herself into the train before the passenger comes out is always a young girl under 30. And she will refused to move into the inner part of the train, nevermind that she alights later.
What really irks me also is the way people take the escalator. At Raffles Place, it's understood that unless you rush, you do not hoard the right side of the escalator. At Tanjong Pagar, it's not practiced. Whether on the left or right, these women will hoard the entire escalator. It's exasperating and I have started to take the stairs.
Colleague(SC) and I have christened the underground leading from the MRT station to the nearest exit to our office as "The Gloomy Underground". The tiles on the walls are peach-beigy colour and it looks really gloomy because time has "olden" the tiles. I don't know if it's our overeation or, because we are too used to Raffles Place. The working people at Tanjong Pagar looked more gloomy than those at Raffles Place. More tired, more sad, more hopeless. Why, there was once when I waiting to take the train home, all I could see were heads hung down. It's THAT GLOOMY. Literally. SC and I decided that we must not let the environment affect us.
But I guess we wouldn't. Thank goodness our office is not the kind that is all work and no talk/joke. Our copywriter cracks hiliarious jokes, even at the bosses, at times, and it's open concept, so having fun is almost the norm of the day.
At least, that's consolation. Now I am just hoping and trying ot do my best and perform well to earn a pay raise or what... That will be icing on the cake.
Time to try out that mouth guard and time to sleep.
Stayed back at office till about 7 plus, helping colleague to move the blinds that were leftover from the old office to her car. Actually, I could have gone off at 6 pm... There was no rush to go home, no appointments, no homework to rush back to. No hurry, so I stay in the office longer. Finally helped her with the blinds at around 7 plus, she dropped me at cityhall for me to take train down to Takashimaya to find my mouth guard. Stadium don't carry it. But the guy at Taka RSH was kind enough to direct me to a shop at Paragon that sells it. (Gotta comment... Singapore service staff are much better now... Well, at least a small group of them are... Thanks to the GEMS!!)
So by the time I get home, it was nearly 9pm. Watched the new 9pm show on channel eight, quite interesting... then continue to watch CSI...
Like that how to clear stuffs... Haiz... As I walk home, I told myself, yet another season of single-no-dates-or-appointment is coming over me. I am once again, on my own, with nothing but the TV and internet as my only contact with the outside world. "Time to go out there to make new friends" I told myself. But where to find new friends? I've given up on IRC, I've tried online matchmaking services, they suck. I've tried offline matchmaking services, the men suck. I've tried to respond to Friendster messages, and I never hear from them again.
I really dunno how to find new friends anymore. I want to keep old ones, but... Somehow, values and circumstances change, and relationships changes too. I don't fault anyone. I just tell myself off secretly that it's all my fault.
For now, I'll just soak myself in Grey's Anatomy, Desperate Houswives, CSI, 9pm Chinese serials, 7pm Chinese serials, Law and Order: SVU, The Apprentice, American Idol, Saturday night movies, Friday night movies and a reasonable dose of internet... Potato Chips, anyone?
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Tanjong Pagar MRT train commuters are the worse lot of all I've seen. Maybe I am too used to people at Raffles Place standing on one side of the escalator, or letting others out before going in... This is hugely lacking in Tanjoing Pagar station. What really makes me shake my head is the one who always tries to barge herself into the train before the passenger comes out is always a young girl under 30. And she will refused to move into the inner part of the train, nevermind that she alights later.
What really irks me also is the way people take the escalator. At Raffles Place, it's understood that unless you rush, you do not hoard the right side of the escalator. At Tanjong Pagar, it's not practiced. Whether on the left or right, these women will hoard the entire escalator. It's exasperating and I have started to take the stairs.
Colleague(SC) and I have christened the underground leading from the MRT station to the nearest exit to our office as "The Gloomy Underground". The tiles on the walls are peach-beigy colour and it looks really gloomy because time has "olden" the tiles. I don't know if it's our overeation or, because we are too used to Raffles Place. The working people at Tanjong Pagar looked more gloomy than those at Raffles Place. More tired, more sad, more hopeless. Why, there was once when I waiting to take the train home, all I could see were heads hung down. It's THAT GLOOMY. Literally. SC and I decided that we must not let the environment affect us.
But I guess we wouldn't. Thank goodness our office is not the kind that is all work and no talk/joke. Our copywriter cracks hiliarious jokes, even at the bosses, at times, and it's open concept, so having fun is almost the norm of the day.
At least, that's consolation. Now I am just hoping and trying ot do my best and perform well to earn a pay raise or what... That will be icing on the cake.
Time to try out that mouth guard and time to sleep.
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