Friday, September 17, 2004
TGIF

Was on MC yesterday rather than urgent leave.After SMSing with Jubilee,I figured that if I am to be sick and wants to stay at home,I might as well just pay $15(after claiming for medical)to be at home and earn regular pay rather than waste one day of leave which I can potentially cash in.$15 versus $100+.Do your sums and see which makes economic sense.I'm sure the doctor appreciated my business as well because the practice downstairs is really empty and I must be one of the few people who visits.The doctor is quite a young upstart but he is a very pleasant guy and as long as he is willing to offer MCs readily,he's my man.I'm still not feeling better than yesterday actually.In fact,I thought I feel slightly worse.But maybe that's because I'm in the office and no amount of drugs can make you feel good in this place.But in a way,being here is better than being home.I finally saw what my parents are up to during day time.My dad just sits on the souch doing nothing and staring at space until that bores him enough and he goes out to visit his friends until about 5 when he comes home for dinner.My mum just buzzes around the house for a while and then watcvhes TV and sleeps.A simple life.I said it was better because I seem to be able to eat more regularly here than at home.I curiously had my lunch at about 11+ and then had my lunch cum dinner at 6+ and my supper at 11+.Between 11 to 6,there is about 7 hours.OMG.What a long time to wait.

TGIF.It's good that it's Friday.Otherwise,I'd killed myself.Jumped off the MRT platform perhaps?How gruesome is that?You could get sliced into half,you know.I was shocked at the beginning at the number of deaths that had been occurring at MRT stations.The number of people falling onto the tracks.So much that I had been conscious to stay as far away from the track as possible until a train arrives and stops.What if I had a fainting speel and suddenly just feel over?What if some malicious prick didn't like my face and decided to shove me onto the track just as a train arrives?What if,what if.I'm spooked now.Think about it,how many more people got to lose their lifes at MRT stations before the authorities do something about it.Until it becomes the number one national killer and becomes more dangerous than the roads?I also have an inkling of an idea that there,soon,will be a volume of Singapore Ghost Stories based entirely in MRT stations.Bishan MRT will become the new Amityville.I used to hear stories about Novena being the haunted station when people say they'd see ghosts walking around the paltform when people pass by on the last train for the day.After working here,I doubt it.It's more likley to be some disgruntled policeman grunting to himself after working the night shift or some nurses from TTS with extremely long hair and fair skin.Talking about nurses,I find that they are getting prettier and prettier.I see a lot of them going to work and returning home around the area so I know.I want a nurse too.

There really isn't anything to gripe about in the news recently.The only thing that interested me was the fact that ERS and NSS may yield 12% returns for those people still holding onto it.Which is not many and of course,that's why the government is handing out such generous returns.And I bet the majority of people holding onto those shares are MPs and relatives and friends.Us common people,we immediately drew out the shares to boost the economy.Why would we wait?And anyway 12% returns on $500 barely afford you one dinner at Rice Table.Ok,maybe it does and more in fact but my point is that it's not that much.Save your money,my beloved government.I already siphon much off you already.

Ever since Mystique moved next door to me,I've found myself having less and less privacy.One would find that several times a day,her little minions would amble past my little habitat in various processions.That is mighty irritating actually.I hope she will move soon and that would involve the Blob moving too but that does not look like happening anytime soon.Which means for the forseeable future,I will still be the PIE of the floor.The path everyone uses one time or another everyday.

I am losing my voice.Right now,I am sure I sound like 王杰, of the thin,wistful voice.My voice is so thin right now,I can't really talk.I should have gotten another day MC but then again,if I did,I would have starved to death by today,mindful of the irregular meals I take at home.Damn the worst thing is actually that I forgot to take my lozenges here to office with me so I can't soothe my irritated pipes.To compensate,I'm drinking enough water to dry the Bedok Reservoir.Just another thing,how did Nightcrawler get two days MC and I get one?What did she do to deserve such privileges?

Take a load of all that airline price slashing that's occurring around here,ever since Tiger(the airline,not the beer)set their promotional tickets at 49¢,AirAsia came out with something even more ludicrous at 29¢.I know this is for one-way tickets but still...Anyway,I really do think all this price slashing will only lead to one thing so come on,budget airlines,just plain come out with it.You know you'd do it soon enough.Fly us for FREE or PAY us to board your flights.But seriously,it all adds to nothing,they just got to price the return tickets at a higher price to recoup their losses and anyway,all these flights are only to Thailand.How come?Thai airport ground handling free,is it?That's why you don't see airlines offering 29¢ into Singapore...probably.Can't compete,can we?No,we can't.

Did I mention that my mum and dad are on an official Cold War® right now so they are not talking to each other?I guess that what's married couples do.Quarrel and make up then redo the cycle x-infinity.Of course,along the way,the children get caught in the middle.For no obvious reason than the fact that they are the offspring.My mum tried to use me as a weapon yesterday.It seems that my brother and sis-in-law are going back to Malaysia and they want to go to Gentings and KL.My dad expressed his interest.I was not too keen because I went there not too long ago while my mum,battling my dad,of course did not want to go.So in front of my dad,she asked me pointedly if my brother asked me about the trip?As I was eating,was ill and couldn't move,I was effectively trapped to answer the question.But my thoughts were,why did you have to bring up THAT question at THAT time?Isn't it to let my dad hear that I didn't want to go?Mind games.