I think that when you have a lot of choices on what to do during the weekend, you will most likely wind up doing nothing. At least, this applies to me.
I had a choice of going back to Great Eastern Mall and *thoroughly* enjoying their buffet promotion before it ends. Or I could try my gym marathons at either Jaya 33 or Celebrity Fitness. Or I could even go for this Love Classifiedsthing that I randomly entered on Friday night and won… but in the end I didn’t do any of the above. I might as well have turned into a vegetable and just root myself into the soil… seriously, give someone too many options and they just … turn tail and run.
Anyway, I felt really bad about the radio contest thing. Seriously, at the rate I’m going, I’m going to be blacklisted by all companies that organise contests. Saja masuk, but don’t show up. Story of my life. I was quite gung-ho about it at first… called my friends to go. How did I know that 2 had work (one working up to 18 hours that day… siao!), 1 got a hangover (specifically told her not to go Waikiki the night before already!!!) and another one had dance classes. Haih. Seriously, I cannot organise anything spontaneously. I have to really, really plan everything out and give people “orders” like, “I want you there at so-and-so time!” I’ve gotten so anal about things like this that when I went for that SGAM thing in Genting with my colleague, she would randomly ask me a question like, “So Leech, what time should we have dinner?” and I would answer with some kind of essay like, “Well, seeing as the last lecture ends at 6pm, we will then proceed upstairs to our rooms, let’s say we give 30 minutes to shower. The magic show starts at 9pm. I think we can have dinner at 7:30pm, so after showering, we can still relax for another hour or so!” I mean, come on, thinking back on it, do I have to detail everything out? Isn’t a “7:30pm” succint enough? No wonder my colleague replied back with an “Aye aye, Cap’n!” -____-”
Actually, I’m getting pretty moody nowadays, not just because of my car (poor me!), but because I just paid my taxes. Haih… you can’t run away from it. So I just accepted my fate, paid through my nose and can now proudly go about saying things like, “Wasting tax payer’s money. Wasting MY money only!” with full conviction again. -___-”
Have to reshuffle my holiday plans around… hope everything is “all systems go!” this time. I really can’t wait to make this holiday a reality! It’s going to be soooooo much fun! This year, I’m really planning to go to some really weird places. Holiday months for me will be in :
- May
- June
- November
And I really want to slot in another all-girls trip somewhere there…
Just to fill in some food pictures & images on my blog, here’s a small continuation from the Cambodia Food series. MrOng, the DGM (Deputy GM) for our company loves this place. And so does the Head of Loans division here. According to MrOng, she would go in to the restaurant in the morning and stay until the evening, just pecking at her food and enjoying copious amounts of tea. Once, she stayed until so late that the owner of the place (evidently, her friend) allowed her to sleepover too. Anyway, the restaurant is quite pretty and the food is not bad. Nothing very Cambodian about it of course.. my colleagues are fans of Chinese food, hehehe. Anyway, the name of this place is Tea Club. Went here multiple times so this is a consolidation of all the outings.




Restaurant interior…
MrOng and MrHo— who is now back in Malaysia, really happy to be back in ITD.. hahaha.
This is AlanTan, the auditor. Pls stop calling me daily, hahaha! (Keep on asking me on this-and-that audit issues… seriously IT audit is such a pain. Everyone in this company is too chickenshit to do anything devious anyways.)
This is Paex2.. who is no longer working in the company.
The exterior of the restaurant.
Vietnamese coffee with biscuits. (Not high class enough to call it biscotti, haha).
Pretty authentic “pan meen”. Think Imma eat some pan meen tomorrow.
Yong tao foo… btw, the USJ yong tao foo is really nice. Wanna ask my parents to go there lah!
Springrolls.
MrHo’s wan tan mee… I told you, they like their chinese food.
Seafood noodles.
Fried rice… forgot what style it was, but it was pretty decent.
Miserable looking chicken wings… I think the chicken wings I made for all our parties even nicer, kan Dull?
There’s something that I’ve always wanted to do. There are people who can’t do it as well as I can, and when I tell Raymond, “Why do they do it? When they are not as good as me! And I’m better than them, but I don’t dare.” And he says, “People got the confidence… and they don’t mind when others laugh at them and question them. You only think so much.”
So how?
P.S : I tried pole dancing today. Damn it’s difficult! No wonder the instructor teaching us is more muscular than any Body Combat / Body Attack female instructor I’ve ever seen. Maybe comparable to Body Pump instructors! I only managed to swing myself round the pole ONCE and I believe it was totally a fluke. After the class, my right forearm was pretty tender. *ouchies*


















































The restaurant… very sparse and clean.
































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