Feeling Blue

I don't wish to be tied down by earthly matters like money.

Rich bosses don't know the misery of poor, little people like us, whose debts take up 50% of our meagre pay. So they happily issue our pay late. Thus, we can't pay our fees/dues/installments in time and we get fined. The poor get poorer. And the rich just laugh at our misery. Grrr...!

It just poured heavily in the bright sunshine. I could feel the heat of the sun yet couldn't see much through the heavy sheets of rain.

Strange. Heavy rain on a sunny day.

On Leave 27/9 - 2/10

What a glorious afternoon. I got the afternoon off and came home to rest. Was helping my boss on a mega pitch the whole of last weekend (By whole, I mean morning till 11pm on both days). Finally managed to replenish my lack of sleep. Plus it was raining heavily. Me likey :)

From tomorrow onwards, I'll be on official leave till next Tuesday. My boo (fave phrase of the moment) is having his birthday soon. So I thought I'll take the chance to clear leave. He's taking me on a beach getaway this weekend :) We got a fantastic deal at the Natas fair.

When I said I was going to the Natas fair, Baby thought I was going see some aerospace show. I think she meant NASA.

Jetstar is having a promotion for travel Jan-Mar. My Papa wants to go. Means I'm going to HK (again) next CNY. Yay!

Before I go away, I'll be catching up on some reading. Dylan has been lending some comics and the most interesting of all is this series called The Books of Magic, by Neil Gaiman, which Dylan claimed to be extremely similar to the Harry Potter saga. In other words, he's saying that the richest woman in England was just a lowly plagiariser. It does seem pretty suspicious. I'm going to check it out.

I love being on leave, being at home all by myself in the afternoons. I like to imagine myself as a poor poet in 17th century Paris, with the bustling marketplace on the cobblestone streets below. I like the feeling of a little person lost in the big world, yet enjoying the seclusion. I get weird feelings like this sometimes. Since I'm not in 17th century Paris, I go to watch movies by myself. My boo couldn't understand why I do that. *chuckles* I'm an enigma :)

Think I'll be blogging a bit as well.

Cruisin' To Work

Read about this mode of transport a few years ago - That there's this ang moh who commutes to work at Raffles Place by river taxi. It's a flat fee of $3, can take from the Esplanade all the way down to Robertson Quay or maybe further. Quite a good bargain I think, considering the peak period surcharge and the jam at the CBD in the mornings.

One afternoon, after lunch at The Central, my colleagues and I were trying hard to get a taxi back to office. But as always, no taxi would stop and if we walked to another part of the road, we might as well walk back to the office. The sun was scorching though, and all of us were quite reluctant to walk. Then I saw the river taxis chugging along the river and I thought we could go back by one of those, since our office is pretty near the Singapore River.

Seeing that it was a refreshing experience, my boss paid for us all and we flagged a taxi to take us. We were all giggly and took a few photos.

We alighted at Robertson Quay to the amazement of the waiters of the many restaurants there. (We were too dressed up in working clothes to pass off as tourists or idle locals.) *chuckles*