Sun and Glory

holland village. xo bee hoon. veg stalks. fish skin. life. work. bird park. pam. fuck husband. i-banking. australia. shanghai. bollywood. indians. suzhou. 8 million people. project. negotiations. MBA. travel vs work. tourism. girlfriend. marriage. never in town. ben. lost cause. time factor. escalated commitments. rod. values. harem. Jesus route. sermon download. nagging. purple bra. marketing. the business way. sex. feelings temporal. love. motivation. purpose driven. intentions. white lies. church. trinity. Father, Son and Holy toast. bike. noise. distractions. age 32. 3 cycles. 3 strikes. rugrats. naive. reflections. retrospect. short term goals. long term goals. clueless. banking finance. shell. laundry. melbourne. visiting. ironing. i WILL visit.

it feels different with you leaving this time around. strangely so. i will talk to you more, shant leave you hanging on msn and not let you face dark bedrooms ever again. i love thee sweets. thanks for relentlessly keeping me in check. come back sooooon!

ramblings

i'm tired. so my body's running on whatever sugar im shoving into my system. i just had a huge ass flask of milo and 2million divine grape biscuits thingy. im owing my life to nestle and khong guan now.

i went down to the lakeview room to check out on the seminar that MOM was holding. and since they needed a table for their prizes and such, and i couldn't get anyone to carry the table for me since the workers were all out for lunch, i had to lug the darn table up 3 levels. good thing for slippers. i might have broken my ankles in heels. and they, they meaning big burly, apparently brainless and ungentlemanly, watched as i staggered upstairs. absolutely refusing to render some tender loving care. if i looked weaker, meeker, frail and fragile, maybe, just maybe, i might have been able to score some sympathy marks. but wah lao eh....freaking MOM. where's the manpower, where is the love?

now my whites are brown. ugly. :(

i took a walk around the parrots just to make myself happy and saw a giant ass rat sitting under the bird cage stealing sunflower seeds. haha. it actually looked kinda cute. so i asked raja about it. and he said its normal. theres an entire eco system running in the bird park. so since youve got rats running, you'd get loose snakes. and when you dont quite see the rats anymore, means the snakes are on the prowl. they're active. so you kill these snakes before they attack someone, then the rats would be on a rise again. it just aint easy to keep that balance man. interesting, yet true! i even saw that fella climb up the tree. i swear it was so ratatouille. haha.

pam suddenly decided she wants to eat catered food. and there were only 2 packs left. so the 4 of us shared 2 measly packs of food. not that big a deal though, considering how little van eats. and that i wasnt quite into eating rice either. so van bought us all bongo wings. damn yummy. i could have like 50 of those things and wouldnt get sick. hur. cant wait to get out of office today. got in so late. crappos.

bored meeting

im so tired. working till 1130pm last night and coming in at 8 aint funny. i should buy myself a bed and plonk it beside my table since theyve got showers here anyway.

they're having a board meeting with the zoo people. seems more like a bored meeting to me. everyone in there looks gloomy. well, serious, i suppose. but gloomy to me. dont think this whole restructuring is gonna do anyone good.

such a bad time, yet good, i guess to join a company. trudge in their mess and maybe clinch a better deal while they're too busy sticking their faces with office politics. i just want a pay raise, and a better job scope. thats all........uh..yeah...and better food in the pantry...and shorter working hours...and shorts and tees to work..uh...thats allll... haha.

i met dr. minerva on the way to work. i love fillipinos. hur. such a sweet lady. shes like the head of the avian hospital, now chief curator for birdpark or something like that. said she used to deal with horses before the birds chose her and took over. haha. cute. i told her id join her one day with ops to get down and dirty. hur hur..yayyyy...im loving this wide array of job scope type thing. haha.

cant wait for the day to be over. bahh. finance later in the night aint gonna be fun either. :(

caged

bahhh.. im bored.

pam wants me in at 8 tmr. 8 freaking am. urgh. and shes not letting me go yet. coz she claims a diva like me will get raped if i go out alone. i need to get out :(

she wants to get me into advertising bad. but HR's planning to put me under marketing and catering sales. which is stupid, coz that was hardly the job i even applied for. and she wants to fight it out. says, no one can win her, coz there aint anyone bitchier. hah.

i cant believe im staying so late and ive been working for barely a week. and the aircon's at like bare minimal low. i so bet outside's cooler. the office basically shares the airconditioning unit with the penguins. and the bloody penguins need SUCH cold airconditioning, and even though the entire system's twice the size of my office, it just cant manage to blow cooler air in. bleah. i need air.

acc to her, i had to finish up the valentines edm writeup. she left it hanging as "follow the trail of love and tenderly sip cocks and indulge in your feathered friends. like what the hell. hahaha, stupid pam. i meant, tenderly sip cocktails..and feathered birdie friends. ahem. haha. stupid.

shes still on the phone, and shes talking to isabel from the zoo. and shes bragging about me. and im like sitting her quietly trying my best to be invisible. haha. i just hope i dont die under her. but theres so so so much to learn! and that alone, excites the hell out of me. i cant wait. but first, i gotta eat. im starving bad. urgh, pam hurrryyy.... :(

Heath Ledger broke his back

booo :( mr brokeback's deaddddddd. and of all places, found dead at mary-kate olsen's apartment. booo. :( never liked the twins. had an affair with my ex-idol, lance armstrong. and now, brokeback found dead at her place. booo. loussyyy..

anyhow, life goes on.

my knees are breaking. i feel so olllddd and creeeeeeky. no fun. im finding it so difficult to get work started. ive been sitting here for an hour and ive done nothing but eat, google and blog. hur hur. thats for paying me so low, birdpark. pay peanuts and you get monkkeeeeyyss! wheee!

cant wait to meet the rest for dinner later. and i need to collect money baddd.. before mom gets her credit card statement in feb. drats.

buggy lessons 101

so i ran 17ish km? i think i did. bird park to home aint as near as i perceived it to be. and running through industrial estates really dont help much. because it gets way boring. and when container trucks go by, they literally cause every speck of dust on the road to reside on your face. not cool at all.

but i did it, somehow or another. i think i grew an extra pair of feet. and probably run my ass off. like literally. goodbye darling ass, you have served me well. i think my ass fell off somewhere along westcoast highway. so did my knees and my quads. they no longer belong to me. drats. that makes me hell short. hahaha. i probably ran my brains off too. im not making sense at all.

i FINALLY got buggy lessons 101. haha. it was really hilarious. nic had to give me a crashcourse quick since van cant drive and id usually follow her for site recces. haha. yayyyyyyy, go gloria, you're quite cool. haha.

so i drove around the park in a buggy. and you go by all this pleading faces. those that scream out "GIVE ME A RIDE PULLLEEEEAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSEEEE" hahaha. im starting to enjoy the authority of saying, oh im sorry, its a private ride. hahaha. poor poor souls. too bad. ive been rejected from buggy rides way too many times. now its pay back. hur hur.

he brought me down this uber steep hill that parks right in front of the flamingo lake. and i had to reverse my way out. scarymary. buggies are no fun without powersteering. haha. im too demanding.

we were staring at the flamingos. the vets and ops were down. apparently trying to vaccinate the 1001 flamingos in the lake. haha, good luckos man. but they managed somehow. and it seemed really fun. hur hur. then it struck me... you know how you learn in management, where when your employees aint happy about work or they lack of motivation and money just wont cut it. you should implement job rotations. hur hur. i so cannot imagine the marketing dept, or anyone in the office for that matter, going through the slosh and sludge in that overcrowded, flamingo shit infested lake. hahaha. then nic and i stared at each other and said, imagine what pam would wear. and we couldnt stop laughing. haha.

"oh nicksy...diva gloria..save meee.. my makeup's meltingggg. my pink furry suede boots are turning greeeeeeen. oh saveeee mee nicksy" hahaha. how typical.

work aside, i really do miss training. training with the guys and my girls. i cant wait for navy touch this saturday. we've got some ass trashing to do. maybe that was what drove me to jog pass west coast. hur hur. i wasnt even intending to run home. didnt think i could make it.

it went something like that. oh, lets just run to westcoast since there'll be buses back home from there. oh darn it, im at westcoast macs, lets run to fongseng since its 2 bus stops down. oh crap, im at fongseng. why not run to haw par villa. it aint that far away. and itjust went on and on. haha, short term goals really do motivate. i should learn, really, i should.

im so exhausted. i was telling baps that my weekends are gonna be like his. just that id be burning it for rugby. yeah man. im addicted bad. big time. hur. though training for blacks on sunday was rather boring, watching the match just made me wannna learn more. training was way to basic on sunday since we had two absolutely virgin ruggers. time to get down and dirty babes. hur. so it was mostly basics. i wanna learn to tackle soon. next week maybe, next week.

i so badly wanna hang out with the birds and play with the hawks. its getting harder and harder each day to swallow back my excitement and tell clients during site recces, oh its no big deal, we get to do this everyday. ooooh, how i wish i could. i get so crazy when the owls are let out. so so pretty creatures. my loveee..

im starving. i had an apple and apple juice after the run. there was nothing left to eat. boo. im banging on sleeping off the hunger. itd better do me good somehow.

Must Relinquish Them all

Taking a train in the morning requires much skills, efficiency and strength. Loosely translated, if you don’t bang your way through, and squeeze amongst the sweaty aunties with their marketing or perveted uncles, you basically wouldn’t even get through. Its ridiculous! The amount of people that gather at the escalator exit point already takes you a good 15mins to get through. Urgh. How I hate crowds, even more so on a Monday morning. It kills your day, urks the hell out of you. And you just wished, for that moment that everyone would poof and disappear. Maybe I should stink real bad. Take mud baths on Monday mornings. Just to ensure id get a 100m radius around me. That might just work. Kill you all, you evil shove-poor-innocent-souls-into-the-train people. Die all, die!

Bombay STB

so i just did my first event. an indian educational tour group. fun bunch of people, apart from the fact that sterotypes of principal characteristics never do change over race nor culture. haha, i had like 30 principals, and they're all alike. very ms. konnish. heard she finally left MG. and that they hired some ex-SCGS to be MG's principal. thats so gonna kill the school culture and traditions man. not cool. dont like outsiders. if you aint MG, then dont even bother trying. it'll be like dr. ong with ac(i). ex-RI principal of AC? thats like mixing south koreans up with the north. hur.

we were at the treetop function room that faces the flamingo lake. gorgeous place. i had to sit through yet another birds of prey show in the morn. and they had private bird interaction. funny. i still love rod the old old ollldddd vulture. he walks so slowly. and does almost everything slow mo. haha. that little retard. and there was this secretary bird. so funny how he got his name. but he is such a sweetie. he kinda wears leggings. or looks like it does anyway. hur hur. very very cute. i love.

im falling asleep. its so bad. i hate this time of the day where everything seems to pass by so slowly. just learnt how to handle corporate memberships. there are like 2 million different printers here. rather cool. technology facinates me. haha. i dont know how im gonna survive through finance. it must be the flu jab i got this morn. sleeeppppyyy.... :(

hawkatoo

ooh, its been quite an awesome first day of work. expecting the usual, sit around and get bored first day routine, i got nothing, absolutely nothing close at all. i was so busy all day, now my feet hurt from running around.



its been so so so uber cool. haah! now i understand why people there can work for so uber long. nic did a full day worth of orientation. watched 2 bird shows and went behind the scenes and stuff. fun. got to play with the vultures and owls. esp this egyptian vulture dude named rod. hahah. pretty fella. ooh, and this other parrot whose mandarin's probably better than mine. haha. sings better too.


hur hur. the insane cockatoo who insisted standing on my hand even though he's still in his cage. haha. retard.



its hardly an office job. and thats what i love about it. theres just so much to do! and the events theyve held, and are holding look way impressive. now its making me wanna hold my wedding there someday. hur hur.

nic and i drove the buggy around the park. he brought me to the animal hosp, the breeding areas, quarantine paddocks, and even secret durian tree hideouts. haha. funny. i dont see myself getting sick of work anytime soon. im just praying pam wildheart doesnt drive me crazy. its cool enough that i wouldnt have to report directly. owell, im praying all goes well.



we drove the horticulture people insane with all the unnecessary unearthing of plants today while picking a good fengshui spot for one of the new adoption signages. haha. raja's such an entertaining guy. i love indians. they're such funny people.

i just hope im good at what i do. and that i somehow learn way more about birds than i can ever imagine. so i can impress my clients to be. haha. its just cool how things are right now. the opportunities and the extent of how much you can achieve entices me to wanna do more. to wanna learn as quickly as i can. to impress, and partly to get that pay raise. hur hur. thank God my colleagues are fun and quirky and rather retarded as well. i dont see how something God-led can go bad. yay birdies yay! :)

gloria faintheart

its funny how things are turning out. how i went to the philipines, fell in love with the people and its culture. how i lost my bird, how the new year came a tad abrupt. how i'm giving up a prospective job offer in mediacorp for a crap paying job at the bird park. how i can never quite figure which path to take in life, in love, and in a zillion other things.

like i said, its funny. odd the way things are right now.

i just googled my boss to be. very stalkerish i know. and shes like some freaking mother of media relations ever. her profile baffles me. it makes me wonder how one can achieve so much in such a short period of time. she must have, i firmly believe, 300more hours in a day than anyone else.

the only thing that came to mind when i first saw her last monday was anita sarawak. haha. which i babbled about to quite a few people. the hair, the dressing, the pouty lips. i think she might kill me. and then, of all things, i just hAD to google her. now, the slightest thought of her intimidates me. i mean, pamela wildheart. go google that and you might just get nightmares. darn it. oh pamela wildheart, dont eat me when i work for you.

shes been like everywhere, done almost everything. acted, danced, sang at huge ass concert type things, recitals etc. deejayed, voiced over tons of things. random stuff like huge airlines and what nots. did tons of shows, lectured in almost every institution i could ever think of. she has liek 50 million degrees in mass comm and education and whatever else. theres just too much to say about her. i just hope to achieve half as much as her and i would die a happy man. maybe..just maybe.

bird hunt

it went terribly. rod and i spent 2 hours walking around screaming out to birdbird. and its devastating to see so many signs yet still not find him. signs of our own imagination perhaps, but it sure feels as if God's poking fun at us. mocking me saying, too bad gloria, AHA, your bird's gone.

we had like a huge ass WELCOME TO JURONG BIRD PARK bus go by us. with monster sized pictures of toucans and eagles and stuff. next, this guy wearing a shirt that said, "STEP UP" walked right by me. rod had to hold me down before i lashed out mercilessly. and i found his feathers on my stairs. urghhh... its insanee.. its pouring so bad, i really do hope he found shelter somehow. oh God, please bring him backk.

where art thou?

i still cant accept the fact that bird's gone. i just dont understand why. and its breaking my heart so badly. ive had SO many animals come and go in my life, it makes me wonder why i cant deal with this. i mean, i should..right? it shouldnt be that hard.

but i miss waking up to screeching and random 'praise the Lord!'. i miss having someone greet me good morning, or tell me NO! when he aint happy. i want someone to command me to 'come here' when he feels like it. hell, i even miss his car sirens and ambulance screams. urghhh.. where are youuu.....

i cant take his absence. i cant look at the sky and not wonder where he is. and its such irony starting work in a birdpark. im so hoping someone turns in a lost african grey at the birdpark. and if he screams, IM BIRDBIRD! i might just flip. like 2 million backflips and forward rolls. i want him back so bad its killing me. i cant do things right, i cant stop thinking about it. its worse than going through a breakup because its too sudden. i wasnt prepared! i need closure. i need to know that he's happy and safe and aint starving his brains out. he'll freak when it rains. what if he catches like..bird flu. or something. my poor baby. birdbird, where are you.

even finding loose feathers at home make me weep. how on earth am i gonna work at a freaking birdpark. someone kill my pain and bring my love back home.

please, please come home soon......