Sunday, July 31, 2011
So what's doing a Daren?
During one of my first work trips to India in 2009, I traveled with a colleague (the aforementioned Daren) who brought bei bei mian and luncheon meat and canned sardines. He refused to eat anything outside the hotel (in fact, the only hotel food he ate was the hotel breakfast) and even with all his Singapore-brought instant foods, he fell sick. It was rather embarrassing.
Knowing that I'll be in India for a full two weeks now feels like more of a chore (despite the fact that half of it will be my holiday, lol) and I'm worried I'll be miserable about the food situation. So I'm contemplating bringing a stash of bei bei mian, in case I get sick of the food.
Who would have thought I'd come to this, eh? Lol.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
It's only 11am and I'm bored. The fair started at 9am and supposedly ends at 4pm. O M G what am I going to do for the next 5 hours? Thankfully, I have my laptop so I can entertain myself by surfing the net and chatting on MSN.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
I don't know what to say, but I wish you strength to get through this difficult time, and to come out of it with grace and hope. It's hard to understand why your little one was taken away so soon, but trust that she is in a better place now.
Monday, July 25, 2011
And a tribute to the old principal, Mr Moo. Yep, AHS is damn cheena. I have absolutely no idea how I survived. Hehehe, but survive I did! Nostalgic sia.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Went to Peco's, Harry's, Couch, and Koshy's, and also discovered a new coffee place (which I forget the name) that has free wi fi. Did a bit of shopping too, and got me a pair of jeans and 4 t-shirts for cheap, so that was pretty nice.
Decided it was quite pointless to meet up with him. He got in touch, saying he read my blog and knew I was in town, and asked to meet up and maybe explain.
Explain? What's to explain?
And later, he said it would be good to get some closure. And when I asked, closure for you? He said yeah. Wah lau eh, self centered much? He also made a comment which made me just go wide eyed, saying that he knew I just wanted to punish him. Lol. I'm not that bo liao leh.
Perhaps if he had said something along the lines of, let's try to be friends or let's both get some closure, I might have been compelled to meet up. But.. he didn't. In fact, he came across as someone who felt guilty and just wanted to make himself feel better. Sigh.
Wanting closure or wanting to explain came three months too late. If there was any sincerity in what he was saying or doing, he would have gotten in touch earlier, rather than when I was conveniently in town.
So I chose a lazy evening in bed instead, chatting with my friends on MSN and generally being amazed at how he thought everything was about him.
.. Anyway, one more work trip to India and I'm done. Phew!
Friday, July 22, 2011
Then later on, Jeanne tells me she was so so so so full cos she had just come back from the Ion of durian places. Plus, a couple more FB status messages about durian, durian, durian. Is it durian season now?
Well, whatever the reason, all this talk of durian is making me crave it so bad, I actually dreamt of eating durian last night. Yum. Food dreams are the best. Lol. So everyone, wait for me!!! I waaaaant!!!
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Being back in Bangalore is tougher than I expected. Much tougher. I feel like I'm smack at the beginning. The pain is so raw. Everything triggers the waterworks. It's hard to breath. And I just want to disappear and fade away.
As the car drove down the highway, I see the familiar sights. The billboards. The cafe coffee day. The petrol kiosks.
Random thoughts fill my mind. I want to tell the driver to take a detour. I want to drive to his place and see if his car is parked there. I want to call him. I want to meet him. I want..
I just want the pain to end.
But it's pointless. Logical-me knows it won't achieve anything. And what will I say anyway? Thanks for breaking my heart. Thanks for lying about everything. Thanks for making me believe that what we had was special. Thanks for shattering all of that.
Ah well. Life goes on. It does. I just wish I didn't have to be here right now.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Recipe was easy enough to modify, less sugar and coat the bread with nutella. Let's hope it turns out well. Lol, so instead of packing for my work trip, I'm at home baking. How efficient. Heehee.
[ETA: OMG MY HOUSE SMELLS SO DELICIOUS.]
How exciting! Wifi! In the room! And since I was going for another work trip, I asked if he would lend it to me so I could try it out. If it was simple enough to use, and if it worked, I'd probably get one of my own.
I read the manual and while it wasn't as simple as I thought it was going to be (TFP used the word "configuration"; whereas I thought it was just plug and go), I'm sure I'm smart enough to figure it out. So if I'm on whatsapp tonight, you'll know it works! (Or that the hotel room already has wifi haha).
So wish me luck, and connectivity. Whee!
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Anyway, now I'm tempted to ask Rodney for some of his magic cough mixture. Apparently it's really good. But till then, I guess I better get some rest. Being sick sucks.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
- driver took me to a place called 1 Cafe Lounge so I could have my lunch. It was a nice place, with club-y music, a crowd that looked like they were college kids, and relatively decent food. Oh and shisha too (although they called it hookah). Not one of the cheapest places, but it was decent, and it allowed me to have a couple of hours on my own.
- started writing. In a journal. Pen on paper. And it was interesting. Might want to keep that up.
- could barely finish my meal though, nothing seemed to sit well in my tummy.
- the next day, a different driver takes me to THE SAME PLACE for lunch. Methinks they get a commission bringing customers.
- had another shisha and wrote some more.
- managed to finish my lunch this time.
- eventually made my way to Terminal 3 to check in for my flight. The new terminal is huuuuge and pretty impressive. The only thing lacking was that there was no free wifi- you'd need to have an Indian mobile number to get 20 free minutes. I was tempted to try it with my local sim card, but it was late and no one I wanted to chat with would be online anyways.
- plus I wasn't sure if I could get free internet again when I come back in August- so decided to save it for later. TFP might want to blog at the airport so can always let him use my sim card to log in lol.
- lots of food, lots of shops, lots of wide open space. Probably the first time in Delhi that I didn't feel how densely populated the country was.
- T3 reminded me of Changi Airport and I found out later it's because they poached all the CAAS folks to work there. No wonder la.
.. Next trip to Bangalore. Bleh.
Took the red eye flight back from Delhi and was lucky enough to be seated near an empty row. As soon as the announcement that all doors were locked, I pounced on the empty seats and smugly waited till the plane took off.
Made myself comfortable and lay down, cancelled my in flight meal and got ready to take a nap. Managed to catch a couple of zzzs but woke up midway and watched some episodes of The Big Bang Theory in between dozing off. And I must say I was very, very lucky as I think I was the only one who got to lie down on the flight back. Not including first class people I guess.
What tickled me, though, was that none of the air stewardesses covered me tenderly (or otherwise) with a blanket as I prepared to settle down for the night. What happened to all the ads that I've seen? Were they all lies? Lol.
Ah well, it's good to be back. Now all I've got to do is collect my luggage and I can head back to home sweet home.
Will write more about Delhi and the pretty awesome Terminal 3 later.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
One of the plus sides to having a non-stop fever is the flushed face. No need to use any blush! And it's all natural too. And you physically exude warmth. Lol.
When you look as miserable and sick as I do (but still cute, thanks to the flushed face), everyone treats you that much nicer. The waiter at the breakfast place this morning offered to bring food up to my room, because I barely finished the slice of bread on my plate.
And the shivering and aching pains aside, it's actually quite trippy to be sick. Wobbling down the corridor to my room was an adventure, and trying to recognise my door was a challenge. At least it put my brain to good use. Lol. No more taking my (already pathetic) sense of balance for granted!
36 more hours to endure and I'll be home, sweet home. Always nice to have something to look forward to. :)
However, doctors being doctors, he warned me that if I'm still not getting better I should get a blood test done for malaria or dengue fever. And when he said that, I looked at the 10 mossie bites on my arms that was a welcome present from good ol' humid Kolkata. Argh.
So please, don't be dengue or malaria cos that would suck big time. Having battled chikugunya way back in 2008, I know how horrible it is. The fevers, the rashes, the aching, Argh. *pray pray pray that I get well today*
Called a doctor to the hotel, and man, do they overcharge for house calls. I paid 20 times what I would have paid if I had dragged my ass out to the pharmacy to stock up on meds (by the way, LGG, I got tonnes of aspirin. We can do facial! Lol.)
But thank god for travel insurance. At least I can claim on whatever medical bills I incur while I'm overseas. I have half a mind to check myself in to the hospital because my fever won't go down, despite finishing up the entire strip of Crocin that was prescribed. I want my mommy. Of course, who knows about foreign hospitals. I'd rather stay in the hotel room and sleep. At least I know I'll be safe.
Anyway, one more day to go and I'll be on the flight back to Singapore. Hopefully I'll be allowed on the plane.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Was thinking of looking for a pharmacy and drugging up, but I wouldn't know what to get and EYS is not online. So I might have to head to the doctor.
Obviously it's too complex cos 2 hours (probably more) after I check in to the hotel, I get back up to my room and guess what? No bag and no box!
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH EVERYONE HERE?! Hate hate hate hate hate.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
It was a pleasant ride to the hotel, and the driver was quite chatty, happily pointing out temples and monuments and the like. I get to the hotel and checking in is a breeze (I have breakfast included- YAY!) and I ask about the internet.
"Oh ma'am there is internet in the lobby. But internet in the room is not working. Sorry ma'am."
W.T.F. For a business hotel, wadya mean there is no internet in the room?! How am I supposed to get any work done?! Does India hate me?! :(
So here I am, sitting in the restaurant (thankfully I've not eaten), having a kingfisher beer and doing work (ok I'm blogging) while having my dinner. I hope the internet in the room works when I get back up.
During my stay here, I had lunch at Bar-B-Q with my students, and had the usual Indian fare- naans, butter chicken, some dahl thing and hmm I can't really remember what else. Also tried the Indian Chinese food (there is no such thing as Chinese food in India) at Flavors of China (which was right next to Bar-B-Q).
After reading up on recommended places to eat, I walked over to try the sizzler at Peter Cat, and had to wait for a seat for almost 20 minutes (it was a crowded Saturday night). Bought a rum ball and also had a meal at Flury's too and also bought a book at the Oxford bookstore.
India ceases to charm as much and I feel oddly detached when I'm here. I look at the people milling around on the streets, the cars honking on the roads, the endless hustle and bustle of the city- and I feel nothing. My many trips to India has armed me with the necessary experience to navigate around without being cheated by touts or being harrassed by beggars, but the sense of excitement and anticipation that I used to feel doesn't exist anymore.
Sure, the food tastes as good as always and I'm always happy to chomp into an eggroll or a neatly wrapped paan. But I don't feel connected to the country like I used to.
Ah well, perhaps this is just part and parcel of what one has to go through.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Happiness! I'm grinning from ear to ear and everyone is staring at me as I laugh to myself each time I take a mouthful. Heeheehee.
Thank god I brought my laptop down with me for breakfast. At least I can take my time and enjoy my food. Except I think the guy next to me just farted. Eww.
But back to me. I wonder if there is such thing as too much mishti doi and too much mango. I wiped out half the tray's worth of mango cos this is the small sweet one. Slurp. OMG I'm in such a good mood now.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
It started on the plane, where I realise that almost every single passenger got up to use the loo at least once. It's only a bloody 4 hour plane ride, does everyone have a bladdar the size of a 5c coin? It's especially annoying when the passenger with the window seat does it. Fuck you asshole, next time get an aisle seat can?
After landing, everyone crowds at the baggage carousel, and seriously, why does everyone have to shove their stinking bodies right smack in front of me? Fuck you assholes, obviously they have never heard of personal space (I guess it's hard in a land full of a million billion people.)
Everyone does the little dance of the baggage carousel, bobbing your body sideways to see if the luggage has arrived. And when it does? No one gives way. Fuck you assholes, I think to myself as I swing my 23kg luggage in a large arc.
I get out, and pay for a pre-paid taxi. They don't take credit cards in Kolkata. Got my receipt and hunt for a taxi. Someone grabs my receipt and says "taxi taxi" and walks towards the car park. A boy "helps" me with my luggage, and at this point I'm too exhausted to care. Hop into the cab, boy asks for a tip, which I refused to give. Fuck you asshole, I didn't ask you to carry my luggage.
Cabby then passes me a laminated piece of paper with the names of various hotels and a list of really exorbitant (for India) prices. "You go to hotel? Pay booking charge." At this point, I snap. WHY SHOULD I PAY SOME MORE WHEN I HAVE ALREADY PRE-PAID? And he tries to tell me that the pre-paid chit that I have was for the first booking, and now this is the fee to get to the hotel. Fuck you asshole, I think to myself for the umpteenth time that night, storming out of the cab.
I finally get to the right cab, yelling at anyone who tries to even touch my luggage. LEAVE IT ALONE! (And, fuck you assholes.)
After confirming with cabby2 that I would not need to pay anything extra, I settle in the cab, and ignore everyone who stands by window asking for tips / money / Singapore coins. I'm too tired to even think. The cab drives off and I break down in sobs.
Everything about India makes me feel like a knife is piercing through the heart. The crowd. The dusty roads. The posters on the walls. The incessant honking and weaving through traffic. The overgrown plants on the side of the road.
I'm exhausted, and emotionally drained. Too tired to even muster up an ounce of sympathy for the many homeless people sleeping on the streets.
I reach the hotel, and a new battle ensues. My travel agent made a wrong booking and breakfast is not included in my booking. I check in to my room and wait for 30 min for them to deliver one of my boxes. Another 30 min to get a pair of scissors to open the box. After a billion calls, I take a shower, shoot off a couple of emails to my travel agent, and settle to bed. And the only English channel on the telly? Sellavision.
Seriously. FML and fuck you assholes.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Happiness is downloading an app on my iPhone that allows me to take panaromic pictures..
Happiness is cutting off all the dried, damaged hair and having smooth, healthy locks once more..
Happiness is eating mee siam for lunch..
Happiness is having friends who care about my erm, wellbeing..
Happiness is being shortlisted for job interviews..
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
"Anyhow, got a dildo for you. Shall I pass you before you go India? :D"
When I was done, my hands looked like I had spent the afternoon playing pattycakes with Edward Scissorhands. Argh.
Papercuts, though tiny, inflict so much pain. It's annoying. I feel like slathering my hands with aloe vera and just will my skin to heal. Lol.
Let's see if I can summon up my inner Wolverine..
Monday, July 4, 2011
Cue major panic cos my Ladakh tickets had already been booked.
But of course, I R CLEVER and VERY SMARTS. So I went to speak to him this morning, and discussed my strategy (without actually having to write it down in a proposal. Wahahahah I IS SO BIG BRAIN.)
Identified problems, nay, challenges. Proposed ideas on how to tackle these challenges. Gave him feedback. Actually had a dialogue and engaged him. Without rolling my eyes too!
I think what he wanted to know was that I wasn't blindly following routine. That I wasn't just going for the sake of going (erm actually..). And yes, I managed to convince him that I had a plan.