tunnel walk

Yesterday noon, the new DD, two other execs in my dept and moi joined some delegates from the World Roads Conference and corporate staff on a first-look (for me lah, at least) 1-km long technical tour (look-see walk-see lah, in low class terms) of the Kallang-Paya Lebar Expressway. Day before, drew my very first and own personal protective equipment (so exciting! like reservist like that, going to E-Mart shopping for goodies, and no need pay one, cheapkate). Nifty boots, among other things, but didn't get to wear them.

Back to the tour. Very technical jargon and all lah, but quite an eye opener lor. The DD of the project gave running commentary as we drove into the site. Explained how they diverted the river and carved out the tunnel and how deep (at 25 metres depth, veeery deep) and how two blocks of flats flank the tunnel precariously. Our corporate photographer took pics so hope to get them next week. Speaking of which, the funny looking Korean CE from the construction company with the funny bumble bee socks and attire even wanted to take our group pik-cher so we obliged lor...

Then, off to the tip of the construction where portion of tunnel already built and a loooong walk inside. Quite interesting - we got to STROLL IN and FEEL the scale of the whole darn thing and TAKE loads of pik-chers before stupid vehicles forever claim it as their domain when the tunnel opens.

Many safety and backup features (aiyah, this is Singapore, so kiasi one, sure do things with all precautions considered one already) galore which I am bound on pain of torture and death not to divulge. Even went up the escape route (oops, what did I just say??!!) and entered the generator building (oh no, did I just say that??!!).

Macham like exciting school kid science excursion like that, but gotta wear stupid helmet throughout, so warm, hair greasy and flat like day-old prata, even the foreign delegates also joked about it back on the coach.

On the way back to Expo to collect colleague's car, everyone dozed off.

What a way to end a Friday, if not for the pile of shit work waiting to be done.

Sigh...

fuming

Am in a fucking foul mood. Who won't be if two of your supposedly sincere ex-colleagues whom you can gripe and unload stuff on without having to look over their shoulders type keep playing out on you on a simple dinner get together affair. It's on, it's off, it's really on now, it's off again, this time really off, but hey it's on again, and BAM it should be off lah. Week after week after week of anticipation just to get fabufuckinglous fibbing. Cunts. Sometimes it takes stuff like this that really show where the whole thing stands, man. I mean, what the fuck, I've got stuff to share here, man, know your fucking priorities, and if you've made them, fucking stick to them, you think I don't postpone MY own plans and friends just for this, who the fuck cares if it's what fucking birthday or deathday YOUR other stupid friend is having. So, big fucking deal, we made a deal first?! If seven people can take a length of time to decide but at least still agree on a time and place AND STILL make the effort to be able to meet up ULTIMATELY, I just don't see what's the fucking problem with just THREE idiots meeting. Fuck, man, grow up. Told one of them point blank that I'm NOT going to meet up with them in a VERY long while. Let them sort out their fucking priorities. FUCKERS. Am still so fucking filled with venom and bile and spleen oozing out everywhere right now if anyone so much as COMES NEAR ME or BREATHES ME they'll JUST turn black and puke and writhe on the ground in agony on the spot.

To end off, Kiehl's was jammed packed with merchandise hoarding morons even past 10 so ended up not buying anything. Didn't matter, lost my mood already anyway...

treacle

The new DD just came on board and as forseen those unsavoury ones, esp that new big-mouth butch, is doing her bestest buttering up the fresh toast. Lousy loud lesbo louse.

Never like butchies and now I affirm it.

But most of the veterans - ahem - shared the same thought: too early to tell, let's trade reports after a month when we get down to serious work and she starts getting pressed by management and then we can REALLY decipher those Cyndi Lauper colours...

Well. That's that.

What dreadful months - am seriously considering going back to work today, just to finish up the list of items so that she can send out the darn reply to that anal public complainant.

Just soooo plain tired and drained that am not even thrilled with my fresh catch of mint paperback copies at the new Bishan Library opening which usually would send a buzz through my fingers and make me stay up all night and day.

And am taking a long time finishing 'Bee Season', though it is a good read so far.

No mood to do anything. Totally pooped. Just wanna take a looooong ride on a bus to anywhere and sleep.

Am soooo looking forward to finishing the fucking contract and taking that year-end break.

Come hell or highwater, I'm leaving...

For Bangkok! And Ho Chih Minh City, maybe...