Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow. .

Just as I was about to warm up my seat, I had to give it up. After almost a year in Inflight Services, its time to say goodbye. SMO has already confirmed my move to Ground Services early this week. Though I will be transferred just a few doors away from my current work station, it just wont be the same anymore. I will miss the bitching and zapping session with Inflight and Cabin Crew department, which I have also learnt to pick up since I became a part of the department. A skill that I have yet to sharpen may prove to be useful in time to come. My sincere thanks to my bitching gurus, Chris and Azura. Although I'm leaving, I'm gonna make sure that I will be at future Popiah Parties, even if I have to shamelessly invite myself.

Coincidentally, my manager is leaving the company this week. Thanks for the lunch Mr Chan, it was supposed to be our treat but you had to make a scene at the counter to wrestle for the bill causing heads to turn at us.

I will be jetting off to Bangkok tomorow. Thank goodness I will have a break from work before the shuffling. Such a coincidence (again). Just what I need before I start from scratch again. . .

Discovering Asia

Inflight Services stole the limelight yesterday at SilkAir's 20th Anniversary Dinner & Dance. I was dressed up as a Samurai and together with Chris in his commoner Emperor's robe, Mohd the Arabian King, Jasmine the Punjab lady and Azura the Thai Princess, we arrived in style at Meritus Mandarin. When the elevator's door open at the 6th floor, all eyes were on us either in awe or disbelief. We were dressed up according to the theme for the night which was Asian Costumes, and those who were gawking at us were mostly dressed in boring shirts and dresses, *yawn*


The hunt for costumes began early this month. We could have just wore what we have in our closet or borrow from other colleagues. But it will be very common and wont make much of an impact. First round of costume hunting at PA WearHouse did not produce any positve result. They were scheduled to close a few days before our D & D to prepare for relocation. Then a week before the event, I went to recce for costumes with Lynn, Stella and Jenn at Bugis area. We didn't even had to compare between different shops as I settled for my Samurai costume at the very first shop we went to, called Masquerade at Bali Lane. I told the rest first thing when I went back to work on Monday, and we immediately made a trip during lunch. For $50, it's quite worth the money, as it comes complete with accesories and footwear, and headgears too. The staff was very warm and friendly, rendered superb service. . . highly recommended.



I was quite surprised to be crowned the Best Dressed Male as I thought Mohd will definitely win it with his over the top headgear. Good thing all the 3 guys were on stage, being finalist for the Best Dressed award. Our table also swept away the Best Dressed Table prize. The winner for Best Dressed Female was my Japanese maiden, Karen Foley. The Japs invasion!

Kumar entertained the guests with his (or her) lewd jokes, coupled along with anti-govt pun. People sure enjoy listening to such topics.

This could be the last time for me being together in such occasion with Inflight Services. Earlier in the day, my boss informed me of SM intention to transfer me to Ground Services. Though I will have more opportunities there, the environment won't ever be the same as my current department which I adores very much.

All about TV

After a long day from the gym after work, all I wanna do is laze on my bed and tune in to the TV and watch a show, a decent one that is. This evening I was channel surfing and settled for the new 'comedy' series starring Fiona Xie with a bunch of either unknown or not well known cast. But "Serves You Right" proved to be scarier than a horror show . The plot was so horrendous that it just left my gums dry because I didn't even let out a single laughter. The script was so tasteless, and gave me goosebumps. There was a scene about an Indian man recalling his childhood days. In it he was taunting another boy because of his poverty. The boy then retorted :


"One day I will be bigger and better than you. Every word I say is true, this I promise you". ("This I promise you" was repeated several times til the man snapped back to reality)

Sounds familiar? It's a line from one of N'Sync's songs! Duh, either the scriptwriter was trying to be witty or she (or maybe he) was a N'Sync groupie. Don't even get me started on the cast acting. It just looks like one of those roleplays we often had to do in poly during tutorials.

The quality of local shows are getting more substandard. Take for example the latest Japanese variety/game show "Ninja Warrior", and compare it to let's say. . . Singapore's very own "The Showdown" - the game show where local celebrities dressed up in weird costumes and compete in challenges. I don't have to mention that the entertainment value of the 2 show were world's apart. I guess Channel 5 is only capable of screening foreign dramas and shows instead of producing one on its own. However, I was baffled that it did not telecast yesterday's Grammy which it had been doing so for the past years. Come home to 5? Don't even bother to. . .

City Alive(less)

It looked like a scene off the Step Up movie. The idea of having a street party was exciting. City Alive, the post Chingay party was the first of its kind being held did not really deliver though. The set up and atmosphere was perfect, however just that the DJ did not so called 'connect' with the crowd. It was too 'reggae-ish'. . . most of the tunes spinned were R&B/Hip Hop music mashed with reggae rapping. Although its the kind of music that will supposedly hype the crowd up, we still prefer our familiar mainstream party club mix.


The dance battle was awesome though. The final was a face off between a group of 'alternatives' who call themselves the Pink Dollar (very apt indeed), and the crap Poppers. Pink Dollar was definitely the crowd fave, the way they groove will both sides of the gender to shame. They fused their B-Boy moves with a tinge of bitchiness. It was not just typical slutty sashaying and gyrating which I thought they will display when I saw them coming on stage.
The Poppers' style was just... popping moves throughout.
*Surprise, surprise*
Their routine was so dead boring and we wondered how did they even got through to the face off.



But no complaints, it was free, thanks to Eliza for inviting me, Jenn and Lays. Although it pales in comparison to ZoukOut, the effort to organise City Alive is commendable. Given time, it may just be a must-go event in the coming years. A friendly advice to those contact lens users - never forget your lens kit. You may never knew when you need it, lest someone (your own friend) gets too excited and poked your eyes causing your lens to drop off. I will never have guessed I need my kit so badly yesterday til it happened to me. Usually I will bring it when I am out of the house. A classic example of "Having it when I don't need it, and not having it when I needed it the most." Luckily I manage to regain my eyesight, after using some ice from Jenn's free drink to moisten the lens and place it back on my cornea.



It was post LNY dinner before that. Apologies to Jef, HL, Lynn and Stella for not being able to join me to City Alive. Blame Eliza for having only 4 tickets. Anyway they didn't miss much.


Today I had lunch with Daniel, who was back in town for his study break. The fake Aussie was craving for some thosai so we had it for lunch at Tekka. He is enjoying his life down under so much that he may just stay there for good after he graduates in a few months. But well, everything is filled with uncertainty now given the current crisis. If he's lucky enough and able to secure a good life there, good for him. Else Mindef will be more than happy to assign him a unit when he comes back.