Anwar won!
It is official. Anwar won by close to 16k votes! Read
here,
here,
here and
here. Even more than what his wife got in March. The people have spoken!
Just spoke to mum and was told grandma's vote was literally snatched away from her during election today! By this Malay guy that was NOT supposed to be in there. He acted like he was "providing assistance", but he really did was took away the voting paper and marked a cross for BN. I don't think grandma would lie for such a thing. This is not to be taken lightly. No way! The case has been reported. I want to see justice in this! First they buy votes by giving out "loan" and now take advantage of the elders?
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At 8pm last night I got a sms from Nike:
The collection hour has been extended to 9pm. If you have not collected your race kit, please come around. No queue. Do drop by.So if I lived at Tampines, I took a flight there? Sack ESG!
Nike Race Kit Collection
I just did the lamest thing ever, ever in my life, by queuing 5 hours to collect the Nike 10km Human Race Race Kit! And I swear the event company,
ESG, is either managed by a bunch of dickheads or none of the employees are foreigners for queuing is such a Singaporean thing. Oh no, it is said this company has organised 2006 & 2007 Great Eastern Women 10km, 2006 & 2007 Standard Chartered Singapore Marathon, Singapore Sports Council. With thir prior experience in hand, I should think they are well qualified, but the whole user experience is "saliva splitting". They should be sacked!
I got there with Brandon at 12. Standing in front of Pump Room, we were trying to figure out the starting point of the queue. We walked past Royal Selangor, past the bridge, couldn't see the starting line still. It was not until another roughly 250m, we found it, it was at the car park past Liang Court. It was not too bad at first, the line was moving. So until the queue brought us back to the entrance of Pump Room again, I realised the nightmare had just started. We were barely at the tail! The line went on and on from there to the taxi station, twisted a round, back to Highlanders, down again to Royal Selangor and back again to the fountain.
It is as though that is not bad enough. Standing in front of me was 2 gay Poly guys, the same as the factory-made 20 something guys I see on the street everyday: Vain, clad in sweat shirts, hands and legs double of mine, super shorts exercise pants, tanned and shaved armpits. And god had to put them in front of me as though I have not had enough. And behind me was a bunch of Malays, with one of the girls acted like she was in constant high of drug. Put a of few of them together, you felt like you have just gone clubbing. They were that noisy and loud. That was the combination I got for 5 hours.
When I finally collected my stuff, I wanted to get one of the t-shirts changed for a bigger size. I went to the "T-Shirt Exchange" counter, and was told I needed to register for my desired size, wait for their call and return the next day for collection IF they have the size. You must be thinking with your ass!! Do you really think everyone else has nothing better to do or no work to attend to?
Totally waste of time!
I will tell you why ESG should be fired:
- I read from the website almost 9000 participants are expected, and only 10 booths to hand out the kit?
- Collection day is Sunday and Monday. I am guessing 90% of the crowd is schooling or working, are you encouraging us to skip school or work?
- There is only 1 collection point, the Clarke Quay fountain area. How many people do you think that place can fit?
- Yes, each of the t-shirt is personalised with your runner number. But why bother to put a t-shirt exchange counter when your exchange is not guaranteed? In fact, this counter was not even necessary. There was ample time from closing of registration to collection, why didn't they allow special request, but instead impose a x quantity for each t-shirt size only? You are Nike, you order in bulks, this is a race with many participating countries, are you saying your manufacturer can't cater for increment?
I am even thinking if I want to relive the experience by showing up for the run.
Petrol hike
Petrol gone up by 40% today to RM2.70 a liter. Diesel too. Electricity too. And soon, almost everything else. Put aside the the fact this is a desperate move of the PM, life is getting too difficult for everyday people.
Here in Singapore, it is all the same. Rent is on the rise still, this city is getting too expensive to live.
Men like this are weak
Over lunch the other day, a male colleague shared this that shocked me:
I don't know how much money I have. My wife leaves x amount in my bank account after pay is in, this amount is enough to pay the necessity, everything else will go to my credit card. My wife pays my credit card bills. She has my bank token. I get weekly cash allowance from my wife. FUCK! What the hell is that?
Do you have you own savings that your wife don't know of?
No. What for?
Female colleague A noted agreeingly, commented that is the female example. She knows all passwords to her husband's internet banking. All bills are paid through his accounts. This is a typical real life example of my money is my money, your money is mine too.
Female colleague B says she too 'manages' the husband's finances.
Goodnessssssssssssssssss. Don't you want a separate account, man? While joint account is common for married couples, I seriously think you should still have your own set of numbers your spouse don't need to know. If my man needs me to take care of all that, he is just plain lazy and weak! Can you imagine he buys me a gift and I have to know how much he pays for it because I know every goddamn details on his credit card statement?
Also, I have male colleagues who would do the houseworks because their wives are the typical Singaporean woman who need to look pretty and not have coarse hands - housework is off my plate if you want to marry me. To the men, they claim it is an act of love. What is sharing of life if you can't even share basic household chores? I am someone who don't believe in having a maid, I don't come from a family where kakak took care of me and everything else in the house. Come on, how difficult is it to just put the dirty laundry in the machine machine? So you have a busy schedule and would rather get a part time maid to do the needy, fair enough, but maid to also wash your panties and underwear?
I once heard this, scoring straight As in school is no biggie to a lot of kids here, but ask them to hold a bowl of hot soup, they don't know how. Must be true.
What is wrong with the people from this country?
Random
She had to do this:
Girlfriend: "I am going 4 facial later. U 1 2 join?"
Me: "You can go ahead. Not ready for pain on my face."
Girlfriend: "Your son confirm gay and daughter is lesbian!"
#^$^@$%@$!&^@&!^@
My son is already half gay from Stong's trip. She and her other half must be more than delighted to turn my son to complete gay by just daring me. I bet they take great pleasure.
But the facial was good. The cleaner smells so goddamn good. The service was first class. It felt like I went for a much needed massage instead.
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Most sales people are the lucky lot.
This is the kind of day for some of my friends who are in sale:
Go to work after 9, make a couple of phone calls at work, extended lunch, meet client for coffee, beer at 4, knock off at 5.30 and receive hell lot of money at the end of the month. Their commission can make my pay for a freaking whole year.
When I whine to Jo, she said why do I want so much money? Peer pressure? And added she has forgotten what peer pressure is since 12. I can get frustrated just thinking about this, because:
- I think I can do their kind of job
- It is so not fun to think about the number of hours I spend at work and only get a fixed pay, I think if I channeled the equal number of hours in sales, I would probably be really really rich now.
A fortune teller once told me I can make a lot of money talking. Not True.
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My reporting manager likes to pick up collateral from my desk, like it is her extended table, and I do.not.like.it. While this is an open office, I think everyone deserves some privacy and respect even if you are my boss and even the thing is lying on my desk does not mean you have the right to just take it without asking.
And she has a habit of calling you from across her room like I am some kind of maid.
And interrupting by talking to you as and when she wants to because
she wants to talk to you even when I am on the phone.
Bloody rude.
The Almighty is fair. While I am blessed with height and high metabolism, I am also given acne leg hair issue.
I can't remember for sure when I began to get acne, I am guessing it must be after I had my period in primary 4 and ever since then acne has been my permanent problem. I have tried almost most of the products I can find on the shelf, none really gave marvelous results, it seems after my skin gets used to a product, the problem will start developing again. I also tried skin specialist whom only seemed to prescribe me with antibodics and topical liquid that irritated my skin. This problem continues right through my high school, college and university. I was even given contraceptive pills. The problem only worsen after experiencing my first winter and break up. Mum described me looking like a pregnant lady suffering major hormone change, with my face full of big and small and red 'bumps' and my body bloated as weight surged skyrocket high for the first time in my life.
The problem improved after my visit to Dr Expensive, an Indian dermatologist in Bangsar. To see him, one must wait for at least 2 hours, and he is only there 2 days in a week, 4 hours each day. If I remember correctly, he drove a BMW 5-Series and the highlight was he had a PA that did not dressed like a PA but more of a mistress, who would jot down the patient details and update him of what seems like stock market report. He would be busy attending to another patient while instructing his PA what to do. Oh yeah, you think you will be attended to when you are called into the room right? No, wait some more. To cut the story short, my consultation only lasted for less than 3 minutes, he took a look at my pimples with a giant handheld magnifying mirror and immediately determined I needed to go on this drug called Roaccutane, which was THE cure and only cure. Results was almost guaranteed, he said if this medication didn't help, I was doomed. He also indicated I had to stay on the course for 10 months after working out on a formula with my height and weight. The fee, a whopping RM360! Mind you, that was the cost for one month only, multiply with 10 please. That was a lot of money 5-6 years back when I just started working. I stopped taking the medication after seeing some improvement to save money.
Of course, like what you may have predicted, it was a recurring problem the fact I didn't complete my course. This time, I was recommended to Dr Ranjit in Subang. Same prescription but at almost half the price. I was doubtful. How could his price be so much cheaper? But it is true, if you do some research, Roaccutane is a product from Roche and actually does not cost as much - I had been ripped off with generic! No wonder he drives a BMW.
And now my leg hair.
While many other girls have fine hair, mine is a lot and thick. I started shaving in Form 4, right through to uni and my working years. Then you started to get sick with it because it practically becomes an everyday routine during shower. I wax in saloon occasionally but want a DIY solution. I'd like my leg to be bululess and I hate seeing small little black dots of new hair waiting to grow out of the skin, so I bought an epilator as a substitute to visiting the saloon. It suited me well as I only needed to do it once every 2 weeks or so, and results was fantastic.
But only for a few months.
I began to get a lot of ingrown hair. Wanting absolute bululess, I pluck with a tweezer. Worse worse worse because plucking hurts the skin like small cuts, and it typically leave a mark on your leg. Dahlah I can't tahan having leg hair, one can imagine how unpleasant I am with the marks. Not wanting to expose the ugly marks, I stopped wearing shorts and dresses altogether. Not having a lot of clothes, I eventually had to start wearing my dresses again, but also with panty hose to cover up the marks. While some say I look classy with the black panty hose, I want my leg back without covering up. So I figured I had only IPL (Intensed Pulse Light) to turn to.
Guess what? This is not a cheap treatment. Jean Yip wants to charge me S$1799 for 5 sessions, Strip in the City asks for S$600 per session with 2 free if you go for a package of 6, Strip in the City in Bangsar is RM900 per session, then I tried asking Skin Lab in Wheelock, their price is S$450 per session. A beauty saloon in Toa Payoh, S$180 per session. The price varies like Victoria Beckham's boobs.
Can I offer my metabolism in exchange of your fine leg hair?
Recollection
I remember when I started this blog about 3 years back, Eugene said "Keep blogging" to me, I said "I will" and I did. For 2 and a half years I was pretty diligent, well, I have not been as you can tell, that is a fact, but things will change.
Announcing the come back of fayo108! I am not going to be bothered by the time stamp - I gave up posting an incident, event or thought because they seem outdated. I will not give a damn, I don't want to be time restricted and am likely to bring up old stuff.
When the blog started, it revolved a lot around the my ex-boyfriend. It is a change I must say, the fact I can openly calling him the ex-boyfriend now, I used to refer him only as him on my blog. It is not like I was still lingering over the past previously, I just don't like to blog about my love life, and being in the IT field everybody knows everybody. I don't have a clue if he likes people to know about our past, but for me if you don't ask, I don't bring it up anymore.
I used the word 'anymore' because when the blog began, it was also the hardest part of my life to deal with the post break-up. I still talked, smelt, breathed him then. Everything. It was the why seeking period, you know the usual why this happened, why that, if it was not this, would it be that blah blah blah. It sure took many months before I could put everything behind.
And then I met the current boyfriend. Some still ask if I am still with him. Well, yes. Again, he is never the limelight of this blog, that I have to stress only because for the same reason I don't like to share much of my personal life. Let's just say it is not a smooth sailing relationship, but every bumps only make it more practical.
And then I decided to live in Australia. It was meant to be at least a 2-year stay. My boss at the dental surgery was the greatest, I was more like the family member to them than an employee. I got my braces free of charge. The experience I had was extraordinary to a point I was convinced I could be a dentist. Then there was my Starbucks job. I was juggling between 2 part-times. Again, this was something I had been wanting to do but could never survive without another full time job in Malaysia. Besides getting paid a lot per hour, it was everything I ever wanted - to stand behind the coffee machine wearing the green apron and proudly call myself a Starbucks barista. I was one of the few Asians that was going to be promoted. I even had a car then when I was in Australia. But after spending 10 months there, I realised I didn't like it as much as I did when I was a student. I was on the lookout for better opportunity.
And then the opportunity to work in Singapore came along. I took it without much of a hesitation. The job gave me regional exposure and allow me to meet some talented people I truly admired, it could be a company I grow old with if it was not for the fractions I had with my manager. I quit at the turn of my anniversary without a job on hand. It was almost 3 jobless months before I started my second job in Singapore. I am 2 months into my new job now and things have been good.
During the course of the last 15 months in Singapore, I have also met some really amazing people and some not so. I would like to spend more time with the people that make me happy, but also the same bunch people who would call my son gay because I didn't dare to do this:
Thank you to all god, external forces, anything and everything that gives me a beautiful life and great experience. I love me, I love my dad, my mum, my bro, my grandma, my Lawrence, my Bishan unit, my job, my new dress from Utopia, the Great Singapore Sale, Jo, Wilson, Chern, Stanley, Lawrence Lee ... the list goes on.
Eh, tak ngam la, this somehow is not the kind of ending I intended for a recollection post. Anyway.
When I am not in front of my laptop, there are so many things I want to blog about. About the people I see on the train, about my friends, about what I have been up to lately, about a good movie I have seen, about Yoga class I have been delaying, about starting my sketch book on my family, and about anything else.
But when I am finally seated before my laptop, it is either the day is getting late, I am tired, I lost the train the thoughts, I am lazy, I can't get enough of my MSN because I ain't getting any from work, I can't drag my eyes from the Hong Kong series, or just about any other excuses.
I used to be blogging every single day!
