Of business jets and 777s

well, it's the imf working period now.

a little update on whats happening.
morning shift 7.30-3pm everyday for 9 days.
3 days left.
transportation info desk with random attachments to the limo-door-opening service.
Thoroughly impressed when the 7 series BMWs flick on their headlights when they turn into the driveway.
Koped transport guides from the bus terminals.
Entered marina mandrin's brochure room.(seriously, its a room fully dedicated to endless piles of leaflets.)
Saw Camie de souza report live from my infodesk, with a total of 9 NGs.
Oh yeah, and there was a protest on education today at the CSO area.
Enjoying the 15% discounts at pastamania.

enough about it. jealous aren't you? :)
Gives me another reason to ask girls to have lunch with me at pastamania eh.
cheapo.

anyway, with only a weeks decision on holiday plans,
we booked a trip to krabi with the poly mateys.
yeap, excited as hell.
TR.
A320.
budget terminal.
nice resort.
BEACH.
and lotsa lepaking to do.

Back to today,
yvo, shaman and i attended azli's gig at gas haus.
fantastic play.
other than azli forgetting his lyrics.
hahaha sorry dude.

whew.
just returned from an extremely long day of imf, attending the gig, dinner with grandparents, a trip to the airport with the pals for any special IMF charters, and then to pasir ris park to catch a few minutes of the arsenal vs man u match.

now, i'm bored.
and i blog.

KLM's 772s coming to town soon!
BA's too!
777 fiesta.
yeah, we need those.

Ever thought about this.
snails know you're coming.
but they cant move fast enough to get out of your way.
sad life isn't it?

I made damn sure i left every single slime oozing smail alone.

thts abt it.
5.55am tomorrow.

I feel sick already.

Don't you remember?

What is it about being the last person on the last bus home that makes one think about the bus captain's way of life.

well, you're on your way home.
and the poor guy in front has been on this loop service for the entire 12 hour shift today.
sad isn't it?
1.15am makes you have stupid thoughts like that i guess.

Anyway, we went to the airport today.
again.
yes.
south cross.
han's.
budget terminal.
777s.
320s.
boring.

but nevertheless, nice company.

i'm getting some apple in ear earphones tmr at funan.
here's to a nice, long, noiseless, musical journey for the months of long polytechinic-bound train rides to come.

The charm of Alkaline trio's back.
But love for Coheed and Cambria still stays.

Thats all for today.

IMF.in.a.day's.time.

Open your eyes

Man... IMF fever indeed.

Funked up, delayed uniforms.
Confusion over schedules.
GEMS interference.

Singapore 2006 indeed!

We're 3 days away from the event but a handful of us still haven't got our schedules.
Or uniforms.
Some don't even know where to report for work.
Some are changed to other hotels at the last minute.

Ok, enough whoring.

Anyways, it's been a good week..

I packed my room.
Polished my dear bike.
Bought a gulfair 343 at $55.
caught up with old friends.
Did all the lek leking i could do.
Settled the murderous plan with Yvonne; a pay of 50 cents per hour for the casualty clearance job.
Airport plans with the pals.
Mastered blood red summer on guitars.
Shaving off bad habits.

To do list:
Visit grandparents.
Taper jeans.
Continue keeping the room in the neat condition.
Shutting people with problems with me tapering jeans up because its only gonig to be a slight taper.

Yup that's about it.
The simple life.
Right...

The results for sem 1's gonna be out soon.
Guess I'l be finalising my plans for the beachside cafe with suspended chairs already.

hahaha.. keep dreaming my mates.

Who knew?

No blogging mojo now..

Went for krunk party at sentosa 2 days back.
drank.
"danced".
lek leked.
swam in the sea at 7am.
and some other stuff.
lacked sleep.
did stupid stuff.

whats new dammit?!
haha..

Did a whole lot of stuff these past few days but too lazy to think back for more stuff to blog about so screw it anyways.

I just had this random thought.
It's cool how many roles one can be in a single day.
When cycling to the mrt, you're a cyclist.
On the train, you're a passenger.
When eating, you're a diner.
When walking to the traffic light, you're a pedestrian.

I think I think.


will stay away from blogging for a while.
i need to.