The power of love

I imagine a life without them but where would I be without them? What would I do?

Time and again the other members of the Red family have bailed me out. Everytime I sink they bail me out and they bail me out and they bail me out.

After sending out the Calamity Distress Signal, my siblings and Eric, my colleague, have come forward to offer help in both cash and kind.

Money has been transferred into my bank account by various members of my family. Some donated, some to be returned but all is appreciated for it means I have more gas to keep going the next 50km or so.

Items have been donated. Eric has given a bottle of shower cream and a few packets of shampoo. Liana came by last night to airdrop yet another bottle of shower cream and a bottle of shampoo as well as a box of biscuits which as expected was finished as soon as it was noticed by yours truly.

When Liana came by last night, I had just woken up from my nap and finished my Maghrib prayers and was about to go back to sleep. I was ill and dead tired. I had no strength to even fry the already-thawed fries, sausages and beef patty for dinner. I put them back in the freezer before hitting the sack again. I chose to rest my body instead of filling it up with food.

Liana was disappointed and rightly so. She made all the effort and all I did was drop dead. She asked me to go out and have dinner with her but I only had enough energy to walk the few steps to my sofa bed and plonk myself down. I was flat out in mere seconds.

Thank you everyone who has helped me going. I'm sorry if I've hurt your feelings. Even though I do not say that I love you as often as I should, it does not mean that I do not. I hope you understand me this way.

@ the workplace

Well who did I see today at work but Mr Mumbles, super husband of the recently-retired-blogger Ms Mumbles.

It was nice to see him around. He was just gonna check some stuff up at Tuas when he decided to drop by for Dzuhur prayers at the Assyakirin Mosque next to 399 before coming over for lunch.

The man got the woman chicken noodle after that. He was gonna deliver it home to her on the way back to his office. How sweeet.

Ahem.

I just stepped out of my office yesterday at work for my breakfast when I saw this woman... um girl, woman, female! sitting alone in front of the Nasi Padang stall.

I was captivated.

She had a hijab on. I spent all of yesterday and today to find the exact word to describe why I find her captivating and I think I found two instead - dignified and elegant. She had class.

Being the wuss that I am, I decided to just drink my coffee while watching her from afar. I'm not into that whole approaching girls and coming up with corny pick up lines and all that. Then again, maybe that's why I'm still single. *rolleyes*

Then I moved to the seat behind her while pretending to clear the table. I was like "Wow..."

I was still perving at her when she suddenly stood up to leave. I was like, "Aiyah!"

I watched her go. Each second mesmerized by her grace. She disappeared into the mosque.

I am hoping that I could see her again. I'm not sure if I'm her type. In all honesty, I'm not sure if girls like her go for guys like me. I don't exactly look religious for a start. Well she does, that's why I asked.

What business has she at the mosque? Picking up her child from the kindy? Unthinkable! A sibling perhaps? Aaaah, better. Why haven't I seen her before? Does she live in the area?

It'd be nice if I could see her again (and perhaps do something about it this time *rolleyes x 92764859*).

Snowing in Singapore

I think I might have just been frozen out of Bloomington. Ray has been rather cold to me of late.

I will clarify it in a few days when my body, mind and soul have recovered.

I don't know but perhaps it could be because:

1) I can't commit myself as often as I want to due to work.

2) Ray and I couldn't really agree where exactly to go with Gung Ho Athletic. I have my vision and he has his. I don't really make a good business partner as I can be quite a tyrant.

3) I kinda hurt his feelings when I said the various prototype logos for Gung Ho Athletic that he came up with weren't good enough. He wanted the logo to be robust. I wanted it to be dynamic. The ones he came up with weren't close to either one in my opinion.



That's The Calamity Man for you. I had no intention for all this to happen. I've just started building a bridge when I stupidly knocked a lighted kerosene lamp onto it.

I hope to play again for Bloom. If not, I could try The Jaguars next ESPZEN season. I know someone from there.

As for the business thing, that's it! No more business partnerships for me. It's sole proprietorships from now on like it has always been.

Hot buns

I met up with Smelly Kaaaaatt after work just now.

She text me in the morning to ask if I was at Toa Payoh coz she was organizing some training or something over there and that she had pinched some curry buns from the event for me.

How sweeeeet.

Anyway, free food or not, it was a good excuse to meet her up after about five months since she was in town anyway so I told her I'd meet her up after work.

I left work early coz I was very worn out (she said I was already dark, yet can still see my eyebags) and was not feeling well. Managed to chat with her for about ten minutes before she had to creep back up to class.

For the record, she still has nice buns, like the ones she just passed me. I don't know why, everytime I see her I check out her butt. What's wrong with me?

Heh. I believe she's gonna post a photo she took of me on her blog so check it out.

I need to catch up on sleep.

Whine and die

So I did the closing shift yesterday, the full shift today and will be doing the opening shift tomorrow.

Is that crazy or what?

I know I've been whining a lot of late but I can't help it. I put in all this effort but to what end?

Sheesh, and come March we'll be opening an hour earlier so that means if I was to do the opening or full shift, I'd have to get up at 0430am. Pure madness.

Imagine if I'd just done the full shift the day before and have to do opening the next day? That means only 4 hours of Calamity time.

Seriously I wouldn't mind if this was my own business coz if that was the case it means whatever result that comes out of all the effort I put in is all mine but right now, I don't even get overtime pay!

16 hours and no overtime pay. Bloody exploitation I tell ya!

Grrrr

The Grrs, my super friends from Perth arrived in Singapore from Hong Kong on Tuesday.

I was supposed to meet them on Friday after prayers, they were at Sentosa but something came up and I couldn't make it.

So I met them at their hotel this morning instead. Spent a good 2 1/2 hours with them. I really wished I could be a better friend by showing them around, making sure they don't get ripped off by lousy retailers here, treating them to a meal or two but I simply can't. It'd be nice to be able to repay them for the kindness they showered me back when I was in Perth last November.

After leaving Grace's parents and brother at Far East Plaza, The Grrs and I walked to Plaza Singapura. They haven't walked that side of Orchard Road yet.

Time was short and I had to go to work. It was sad having to leave so abruptly. Sigh. They're nice people The Grrs. They said I should move to Australia just based on my Australian sense of humour. That makes sense. People here don't understand my wit. Sometimes I laugh to myself. Every joke is a private joke. Hur hur.

Anyway, it looks like I'm gonna have to sit out two games with The Hooligans as Eric needs to take the next two Sundays off.

*%%$#$##*@!!!

I'm detesting this job more and more everyday.

Still on Eric, he's just informed me that his wife and him are donating me, in his own words, a year's supply of shampoo and shower cream.

I'm not sure if he was just joking or perhaps exxxagreating (still can't spell the word) but I told him that even though I'm a proud person, I am in no position to reject the offer and that I am grateful for it.

Thank God for small miracles. Alhamdulillah.

$%^^&$#@!!!

At the moment I'm feeling a lot of angst, I am a lot more absent-minded, a lot more uptight, I get cheesed off easily, I feel like I don't care for a lotta things.

I'm thankful for the little things that is present right now like the packet of frozen fries in the freezer, the carton of milk Leita got when she came by, the $40 that the Vereenigde Landsche Ge-Oktroyeerde Oostindische Compagnie (Dutch East India Company) loaned me, that I still have a hamster cage to go back to after work, that the Internet which is my way of "hanging out" and "exploring the world" on the cheap is still on...

But this is one of those days like many days before when I feel really shitty. I feel helpless. Can you believe I can't even afford to buy shower foam and shampoo? I'm now using my mom's baby shampoo that she left behind when she last visited. Maybe I should just drink it all up in one gulp.

No matter what I do, I'm still here at this darn spot. God I wish I could just tell the truth. Should have made this blog private like I'd intended.

Why do some people have it easier without having to try so hard?

Why do dishonest people get away with everything?

Why are the wrong people being punished?

When will salvation come?

I'm exhausted. Let's eat.

Chop! Slice! Slash!

1) Work - staying put

2a) Business - sports business

2b) Business - children's book

3) Secret project

4) Soccer - Bloomington

So only 1, 2b and 4 seems more than averagely certain now.

The sports business thing is the only thing that would cause me to totally leave my job. The plan is do it part time while still holding my job and leave my job when it makes financial sense to do so.

Sensibly-speaking though, the time is not right to even do it part time now at this current climate.

Although Ray gave us till mid-April to come up with the capital, looking at my projected accounts till the year end, I'm just not ready.

In six month's time, I would have already halved my payables which need immediate attention. The other half can wait till I strike gold.

The problem is, six month's from now, the lease for this current rented apartment would have already run out and I might have to sleep under a flyover then if I don't plan for another mode of accomodation, with or without other people.

Until I decide what to do then, it's wise if I don't get myself involved in another probable financial quicksand.

I intend to finish working on the children's book's illustrations by end March. Even then, I would have no idea if Liana would accept the final work. Even if she does, that wouldn't mean we'd get the book published right away and even if we manage to, how much money would come out of it?

Whatever it is, 1% of a chance is still a chance. It's better than no chance. Besides the money for the drawing materials, at least I don't have to come up with anything else. Just me, some magic pen and my imagination. I just have to stop imagining about naked women just this once. It's a children's book remember?

As for soccer with Bloomington, as long as Ray isn't pissed off with me whatever the outcome of our planned business venture is, I'll keep on kicking.

Honestly, he could go ahead with the venture even if I'm not a part of it. Hopefully money would just drop onto my lap between now and mid-April... yeah right!

Or not.

Hallo!

Hallo! Wie geht es Ihnen?

Ich nicht Herr Loobz. Ich heisse Der Calamity Mann jetzt.

Moechten Sie meine wiener? Ha ha ha ha ha!

Was ist das? Nein? Ok.

Es ist drei huntert dollar funf und zwanzig cents alles zussamen.

Ha ha ha ha!

Whatever.