Yesterday when it was close to 5.15pm and I was all ready to pack up and wait for my ride to come and pick me up at 5.30pm, my bosses came into our office room and asked, "May, Lorraine, can you do us a favour?"
"OK" we agreed.
"As you know we have our regional colleagues here in the office today, and we have quite a few new staff, so I would like to get 2 or 3 bottles of champagne to celebrate. Can both of you help us get these bottles of champagne?"
"Sure, no problem. When do you want the champagne?" We asked.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Sleepless Nights of Flights and War…
Last night, I owned a shop of my own (however, I can’t remember what I sold). Then I also met a few of my softball seniors – Andrea, Hui Jing, etc – who were having coffee at the café beside my new shop.
I proceeded on to participate in a game of war – real people, real explosions, real strategies, not sure if it was really a game or an actual game of survival. It was a little like the game risk, there were 4 different teams playing in a sand field, all colour coded. My team, if I remember correctly, was in yellow. The other team was in blue, another in red and I can’t remember what colour the last team was in. Each team had about 20-30 soldiers, and one king – I was King of the yellow team.
So here we were, all of us in the sand field and the game had started. We needed to attack or strategise, and while I was strategising to team up with red team to attack the rest and then play out red team, blue team got blown up (landmine beneath them or something) and disappeared into the sand. And when I turned to look at red team, I saw only about 5 scrambling soldiers, running for their lives.
Then, I don’t know what happened, but I needed to take a break from the game so I excused myself to use the toilet. Along with blue team’s king, we took the army truck back to the headquarters to use their lavatory which was beneath ground level and we had to take the lift down to access it. Blue team’s king and myself got into the separate lifts and descended. Scheming me decided to run, hiding behind the pillars as blue team’s king looked around for me. Not finding me anywhere, he got back onto the army truck and returned to the war field. I, on the other hand, went back to the war field on my own (not sure what I was scheming but I definitely had some sort of plan of attack in my dream).
Strange, I know. And that was last night.
The previous night, I was in some sort of new tech flight simulator, totally new and advanced, very interesting aerodynamics and totally futuristic! Maybe it wasn’t even a simulator. More like an actual prototype and we were testing it out. Manoeuvring it to spin, dive, accelerate, etc. It was quite an exciting dream, but it got boring after a while as all we did in the dream was fly and fly and fly. HAHAHA.
Yes, me, my terribly innovative imagination and my sleepness nights.
I proceeded on to participate in a game of war – real people, real explosions, real strategies, not sure if it was really a game or an actual game of survival. It was a little like the game risk, there were 4 different teams playing in a sand field, all colour coded. My team, if I remember correctly, was in yellow. The other team was in blue, another in red and I can’t remember what colour the last team was in. Each team had about 20-30 soldiers, and one king – I was King of the yellow team.
So here we were, all of us in the sand field and the game had started. We needed to attack or strategise, and while I was strategising to team up with red team to attack the rest and then play out red team, blue team got blown up (landmine beneath them or something) and disappeared into the sand. And when I turned to look at red team, I saw only about 5 scrambling soldiers, running for their lives.
Then, I don’t know what happened, but I needed to take a break from the game so I excused myself to use the toilet. Along with blue team’s king, we took the army truck back to the headquarters to use their lavatory which was beneath ground level and we had to take the lift down to access it. Blue team’s king and myself got into the separate lifts and descended. Scheming me decided to run, hiding behind the pillars as blue team’s king looked around for me. Not finding me anywhere, he got back onto the army truck and returned to the war field. I, on the other hand, went back to the war field on my own (not sure what I was scheming but I definitely had some sort of plan of attack in my dream).
Strange, I know. And that was last night.
The previous night, I was in some sort of new tech flight simulator, totally new and advanced, very interesting aerodynamics and totally futuristic! Maybe it wasn’t even a simulator. More like an actual prototype and we were testing it out. Manoeuvring it to spin, dive, accelerate, etc. It was quite an exciting dream, but it got boring after a while as all we did in the dream was fly and fly and fly. HAHAHA.
Yes, me, my terribly innovative imagination and my sleepness nights.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Tarantulas....Eeeeeeeeeeeee
2 nights ago, it was Tarantula spiders. Last night, it was a terrible copy of the shot-over jet.
My dreams are haunting my sleep!
2 nights ago, I woke up screaming because I thought a tarantula was on my back. I was on an open-top scenic tram ride and as we passed this tram-rail-side market selling all sorts of fruits, there were large tarantula spiders on each and every fruit that was on the table, and also on the fruits that were hanging above our heads. The tarantula spiders were covered with wasabi-green powder/cream and there were hundreds of them all around us. I curled up in my seat hoping that none of them would fall on me. And that's when I though I felt something on my back. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! I screamed.
Last night, I hoped for a pleasant dreamless night, but I was fed with a terrible copy of the shot-over jet experience. We were at a resort and the main activity was riding the boogie board. Firstly, we had to slide down this steep slide - totally awesome experience as I plunged into the pool beneath! Then, we rode on the boogie board as a float, and followed our tour guide along the trail. Each one of us had a boogie board and it still baffles me how our tour guide could control our boogie boards to do spins when we approached walls, etc. Guess in a dream, anything's possible, but I was disappointed. There was only 1 or 2 exciting close-shaves and the rest of it was a scenic tour. BORING.
But urgh...I'm so tired now, I just wanna sleep on the job!
My dreams are haunting my sleep!
2 nights ago, I woke up screaming because I thought a tarantula was on my back. I was on an open-top scenic tram ride and as we passed this tram-rail-side market selling all sorts of fruits, there were large tarantula spiders on each and every fruit that was on the table, and also on the fruits that were hanging above our heads. The tarantula spiders were covered with wasabi-green powder/cream and there were hundreds of them all around us. I curled up in my seat hoping that none of them would fall on me. And that's when I though I felt something on my back. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! I screamed.
Last night, I hoped for a pleasant dreamless night, but I was fed with a terrible copy of the shot-over jet experience. We were at a resort and the main activity was riding the boogie board. Firstly, we had to slide down this steep slide - totally awesome experience as I plunged into the pool beneath! Then, we rode on the boogie board as a float, and followed our tour guide along the trail. Each one of us had a boogie board and it still baffles me how our tour guide could control our boogie boards to do spins when we approached walls, etc. Guess in a dream, anything's possible, but I was disappointed. There was only 1 or 2 exciting close-shaves and the rest of it was a scenic tour. BORING.
But urgh...I'm so tired now, I just wanna sleep on the job!
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