Wednesday, July 05, 2006
march of the penguins
greetings one and all. to those who have wondered where i have been, i have decided to become a penguin for 3 weeks, complete with the cold cold atmosphere.
penguin hunting season has started, and for some it has gratefully ended, but fortunately for me i have been spared the emotional roller coaster of being hunted myself. i guess tt is what happens when you choose to sell your soul to eternal damnation way before hunting season commences. but tt is life.
today i finally got to go to havelock square instead of raffles place, and got to say stuff like "good morning your honour" and "much obliged your honour" and listen to something a little similar to what's out of a mediacorp drama serial, although not quite so dramatic.
the bar room has good teh and kopi peng.
traffic offences are... tedious.
and the crayfish hor fun at the hill street market is actually damn good.
i screwed up a memo, mistaking a memorandum for a note kind of memo. fuck i feel like a complete idiot.
and considering my contempt for stupid people, tt shows just how much contempt i have for myself now.
but tt aside cold air-con, ice, and menial tabulations of charges aside, i am happy. strangely so. my day passes just fine, and i look forward to evenings.
raffles green is a nice place to meet. you see dejected or anicipatory faces when hunting season begins, and you end up going along to do crazy things for the crazy hunted penguin when it comes to it, but meeting at raffles green is the first memorably happy moment in my day. every day.
tonight we couldn't have indian, so we had nydc. expensive ham and mushroom pasta and mango tango cheesecake with mango ice-cream.
and because of my roving (and slightly disabled) eye, i tried to even the score by hunting for pretty girls for him, but tonight we conclude tt all the pretty girls in singapore must be sleeping at home. although to be honest i am glad tt while singaporean girls generally all have damn good bodies (except me), there aren't tt many really pretty ones, so i don't have to worry so much.
hee hee yesh i am jealous.
but anyway our failed adventure was concluded with $18 rings and starbucks iced mocha. tall for me and grande for him. with whipped cream.
and home i came.
cannot wait for my mentor to return from out of town.
now playing: hotel costes - cafe de flor
penguin hunting season has started, and for some it has gratefully ended, but fortunately for me i have been spared the emotional roller coaster of being hunted myself. i guess tt is what happens when you choose to sell your soul to eternal damnation way before hunting season commences. but tt is life.
today i finally got to go to havelock square instead of raffles place, and got to say stuff like "good morning your honour" and "much obliged your honour" and listen to something a little similar to what's out of a mediacorp drama serial, although not quite so dramatic.
the bar room has good teh and kopi peng.
traffic offences are... tedious.
and the crayfish hor fun at the hill street market is actually damn good.
i screwed up a memo, mistaking a memorandum for a note kind of memo. fuck i feel like a complete idiot.
and considering my contempt for stupid people, tt shows just how much contempt i have for myself now.
but tt aside cold air-con, ice, and menial tabulations of charges aside, i am happy. strangely so. my day passes just fine, and i look forward to evenings.
raffles green is a nice place to meet. you see dejected or anicipatory faces when hunting season begins, and you end up going along to do crazy things for the crazy hunted penguin when it comes to it, but meeting at raffles green is the first memorably happy moment in my day. every day.
tonight we couldn't have indian, so we had nydc. expensive ham and mushroom pasta and mango tango cheesecake with mango ice-cream.
and because of my roving (and slightly disabled) eye, i tried to even the score by hunting for pretty girls for him, but tonight we conclude tt all the pretty girls in singapore must be sleeping at home. although to be honest i am glad tt while singaporean girls generally all have damn good bodies (except me), there aren't tt many really pretty ones, so i don't have to worry so much.
hee hee yesh i am jealous.
but anyway our failed adventure was concluded with $18 rings and starbucks iced mocha. tall for me and grande for him. with whipped cream.
and home i came.
cannot wait for my mentor to return from out of town.
# posted by Kitana @ 7/05/2006 09:25:00 PM 
