Come Come Paradise

Upon reaching Malacca, I felt a whole lot better. Even my girlfriend's gastric went away completely, after trying to shake it off for a fortnight. My annoying flu went away overnight, and all that frustration that's been building up from overworking just vanished. Yup. The 10 days off work seems to be worth it already... 10 days of freedom; 10 days away from that dreadful island; 10 days of life.

It's yamcha time!!!

And I still have no idea what Blizzard Entertainment is up to.

Lots of speculations, lots of "clues" that really lead to nothing like the splash screen, the hidden images that form this image, the image filenames (the "Lost" numbers), the formation of a pentagram when the 5 symbols on the splash image are connected, the evil eyes in the splash image, blah blah blah...

I can't wait until they finally make the announcement.

*Edit - It's Diablo III

I was deeply disappointed with the both of them last night. My girlfriend and her female housemate have known each other for 10 years now, and the 4 of us have been pretty close for the past year. But for some reason, she and her boyfriend just HAD to abruptly tell us to leave the place. Kick us out; just because they paid more rent. And we were told to do it all in one month. ONE MONTH. If they were going to take the place for themselves, the least they could have done is tell us a few months ahead, or not impose a one month time limit, and instead wait until we both find a place that we like; and can afford without worrying about upsizing our meals at McD's. We would have started looking around immediately anyway, and would have moved out as soon as we were ready. But we're being told to leave unprepared. And all we have is a measely one month, or two at most.

I just had my address changed on my IC, and now I have to go through that all over again; and it hasn't even been a week since I got all the paperwork done. And my girlfriend is having her exams, and they knew; I don't know why they denied it. And expecting us to react calmly? They said it as if it was so easy to find a place to rent in Singapore; especially at that rate. If everyone in Singapore could earn as much as they can, fuck I wouldn't have worried so much. Rent has increased a LOT in the past year. And to think that they even wanted to call the police to get us apprehended, I mean how ridiculous can you get? We're the victims here! They made this decision without even consulting us. It sounded almost as if they owned our asses or something. And they said they were baby-sitting us. Fuck them. Fuck all this shit... I came to Singapore so that I could improve my lifestyle; but thanks to these so-called friends of ours, fuck that thought.

I really thought highly of this new-found friend of mine; I envied what he does for a living, and how well he's been doing here without having to stay back and all. Having a life, and having a job that you like at the same time, in contrast to me constantly reaching the front door at close to midnight; sometimes even beyond that. At first I thought he was more of a reasonable and considerate individual, but I guess all these have proved my wrong once again. You know what? If this is the kind of personality he has, I'm glad I'm not anything like him. If this is what money and success does to a person, then I'd jolly well do without it. I don't want to ever become the inconsiderate person he is.

I don't know if I can ever trust anyone ever again after this. I don't know if I should ever get close to anyone anymore.

Today was my last day working in Bugis, because the company is moving. So anyway... Here's what happened.

Morning: Woke up early to collect my PR identity card. Upon collecting it, I went straight to Bugis to work. I arrived early, and I surrendered the keys to Joyce, so I had a good breakfast at Ya Kun Kaya Toast to kill time. I headed straight to the office thereafter.

Noon: My boss took me to the new office to inspect the networking stuff, just to make sure that we'd be prepared for anything. The office looked really good, but it was bare and not exactly ready in my opinion. My boss treated me to lunch! A fair trade for a final lunch in Bugis. We headed back to the office, and I resumed working.

Afternoon: An issue came up. An ad I did was supposed to be published in the papers the next day, and there were problems with the artwork. I have highlighted this to Mr Moron much earlier, even before I did the ad but he didn't really seem to care at that time, and now his problem has become our problem (My colleague, Candy, helped out with the ad while I was away in the afternoon, and she somehow became involved in the whole situation. In other words, we were fucked). He insisted that we did it his way anyway, and when I argued against it, he put me off. Ignored my warning. Decided that he was boss, and I was nothing but a dumbass junior. So to prove my point, I decided not to get involved, because the job was passed over to my colleague. I felt guilty, but I had other things to do.

Evening: The media agency yelled at me over the phone because Mr Moron wasn't around. Mr Moron wasn't picking up their calls, so we took the beating instead. Fucking asshole. Now the problem ricochets back to me right in the ass and I have to deal with the whole situation. Be the hero. Save his ass. Save our asses. Joyce, being the usual unconditionally helpful individual helped to contact MediaCorp because we couldn't get the person in charge, and she managed to get through. So we quickly followed MediaCorp's instructions and Candy prepared the artwork. Since Mr Moron was away, I had to play his role. I e-mailed everyone (the media house, MediaCorp, Candy and Mr Moron) the artwork, apologised on Mr Moron's behalf to the media house and MediaCorp and then I made calls to make sure that it was okay. Fortunately, the file was okay this time. The designers have saved the day. The designers have saved Mr Moron's ass.

Night: I was doing my work and some last-minute packing, and I got an e-mail from Mr Moron, telling me that "it's okay". WHAT THE FUCK?! I apologised to everyone on HIS behalf, and he thought I was apologising to him. WHAT THE FUCK??!! I cursed and bitched and I felt like strangling the dumb fuck. I felt like replying to his mail telling him that he should apologise to all of us for doing his job, and for saving his ass. But I didn't. Because my boss trusts him. Mr Moron. The clueless idiot who resigned last year (I don't know what's really going on either). Because he's supposedly one of the most experienced. Because he's been with the company for donkey years. IMHO, he's been a donkey for donkey years.

After that, I finished my work and waited for my girlfriend to come to Bugis for a late dinner. As I waited for her, I lazed around and watched Joyce pack all the stuff for the move. I was done with my packing, and I was really lazy at that time, so I hardly helped. I just... watched. Well, most of the time. And when my girlfriend arrived, I said goodbye to everyone and we went for dinner, and then headed back to my girlfriend's place.

And that was how I spent my last day working in Bugis. FUUUUCCKKKK!!!