Tuesday, December 14, 2004
the one with the cool machine
had a frustrating morning sitting my ass out at the cantonment police station from 8.45am- 10.30am. gave me a headache and gastric. nah, ain't what you guys think. was trying to apply for police clearance and the hours are apparently 9am-12pm monday-fridays. so what does the nice indian lady busy herself with 2-5pm then? processing the stuff probably. oh well. was peeved when i found four early birds in the room upon arrival. shucks. there! i wasn't shy to exhibit the kiasu-singaporean me by arriving fifteen min before the service opens. big fucking deal. anyhow, sitting in a room watching arnold gay on cnn's probably my only savoir. oh, that and my current book by beverly barton "as good as dead". any of you 4-D maniacs there? my number was 8012. if you strike a mil, kindly drop me a note so i can kick myself for not believing in chances.the room's small and freaky, reckon its the grim police surrounding. no idea how people can work in such soundless environments where all you hear are occasional phone buzzes, "hmmm" of the computers and clack clack's from the stacked heels. and in this context, plus plain clothes detectives and blue clothed sirs and mdms. SUPER FREAKY. but what they do have is this cool looking biomatrix machine where each of your fingers are scanned for prints and kept for record purposes. in anticipation of committing offences from now till the clearance form's approved or maybe till i get out of singapore? as cool as the machine looked, it totally under performed when it rejected six of my ten prints and classified them "unreadable". huh? last i checked, the skin on the base of my fingers looked perfectly "scan-nable". erratic machines. tsk.
anyhow, got a call from sweets telling me its the last day to fulfill final payment for the air tics to helsinki. darn! took a cab down to liat towers and salivated at hermes for a good two minutes. headed up with an empty stomach to find the one and only counter servicing this nice finnish old man who was asking 101 questions bout flight details. *sigh* rumble. read my book. rumble. paid the tics, trooped over to BK, grabbed my fav nuggets and fries and sat in the rattiest and jerkiest cab ever back to office. logged onto CNN and read bout the peterson verdict. would sentencing him to death give them peace of mind? it wouldn't bring the daughter and grandchild back, so wouldn't life imprisonment without parole be better? knowing his life is ruined within the four walls rather than being given a new release in life ala reincarnation? hmmm. bizarre turn of events.
if i was podding (its not a foul word right?), here's a mini list of tracks i'll load into the little gadget that's churning moolahs for the macworld. beware: it might possibly make you cringe.
lately - jodyssey
we could be together - debbie gibson (campfire mix) EGADS! but i like
i'll be loving you forever - New kids on the block
baby give it to me - busta rhymes and mariah carey (this number's SEX-Y)
you are the sunshine of my life - stevie wonder
polyester girl- regurgitator
like a prayer - madonna
i wish you love- nat king cole
nice!
btw, any tips on shutting up an exasperating person who rattles non-stop, shouts racist jokes across mezzanine levels (and expect a reply to boot), mimics french and coerces people for smoke breaks when they don't feel like it? farking annoying.
bee wrote this at 4:09 PM
