Today is the day i lost my 1st time to my team leader at work. He had took away the first time that i hav never expect to lose to anyone (or rather expect to lose to other guys whom i shd know better); he had made me ride on his bike...
Truely, tis morning's experience was really one-of-a-kind, so much so i've decided to giv a 6-page entry about it on my blog, lol.
I was told to go to the convention center this morning for a site survey and i basically did nothing other than playing fb on my hp. My mean of transport was supposedly taking a cab there with my team lead but he suddenly suggested that we shd go there by his bike since it's faster by tat way and he politely asked if i'm ok, i mean why not? Jus tat probably my mom would nag at me if she was there during tat time, haha. Oh, not to mention, he said tat he would drive slowly, which i tot that it's more like drive dangerously (more details coming up).
Of cos, i was more entertained than scared during tat time. The few things tat bothered me the journey there was tat 2 guys riding a bike is like having gay sex (i know it sounded crude but it's true), driving 70km/h in a car and on a bike is a total different experience (which i understand y so many bikers died on the road) and lastly i hav had no where to grab on (i swear if i haven't been training up lately, i would hav hugged his waist so as to preserve my dear life). The funny thing was tat i was grabbing his bike boot when leaving the carpark which i hav sense tat it's pretty much a 'wrong' place to grab on so i hav to grab on to the 'side' of the bike. The 2 sides of the bike are not really grips so i felt like the entire journey was a test of strength, cos if i don't grab properly, i will b sliding forward towards my team lead (i will leave the imagining part to u guys and spare all other details).
So after everything was done over at suntec, we rushed back to our usual lunch spot to extinguish our hunger. Jus when we reach the carpark beside the canteen, the rain clouds decided to jus let go of its 'pee'. Good thing was we made it to the canteen with minimum 'damage', bad thing, no umbrella. Even if we hav umbrella we will still get wet no matter wat. The only dry spots u can find on us is probably our hair and underwear (which i don't think u would wanna see though unless u r GSK).
We waited till 2+pm when 2/7 of my colleagues managed to 'kobe' some umbrellas from the nearby office and we started walking back. Due to our previous bad experience, i hav decided to take desperate measures to ensure that my shoes and socks stay dry (or at least 90% dry). *Memories from yesterday flashes thru my brain: the mini amazon river rushes down one of the slope tat i need to take before reaching the canteen flooded my entire footwear. Reached the canteen with 80% wet clothings and feeling cold* So we walked back, bare-footed, jeans rolled up to knee-length looking totally fashionable & glamourous, enjoying the free 'foot reflexology' and the cool streaming rainwater as they run thru our feet.
By the way, the whole office was left more or less vacant after we return by from lunch as they were having some event over at fort canning (hopefully not bbq though or they will hav rainwater marinated every-other-things-that-they-had-prepared and chicken wings). Even though there were not much ppl around, the work still seems to b endless for me. Guess more shits are coming up soon. sianz 2/2.
Met up with Josh after work to pass him back his gf's laptop tat was fixed and he gav me a box of mini eclair-lookalike-thingy BUT MY SIS FINISHED THEM!!! T_T i shall retrieve them back from her stomach when she is sleep. 1st i will need to cut it open and dig thru her stomach of garden salad...
Before i wind this up, i had read quite a few entries of my past posts and they are really entertaining. Time really flies and *poof* i'm alr 24. Hopefully jus like the other post tat i hav blogged since 'n' years ago, by the time when i am 50, i would already hav earn lots of money and had married an ang moh wife, wahahahahaha, i jus sound so himbotic, diaoz
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