Nurses got me squirting

It's Friday, and as usual I am taking a day long abstinence from actual work. I hope everyone's TGIF is going well so far, but not good enough so that you dun continue reading. Trust me, the sordid details are near the end of this post. Wink wink nudge nudge and the occasional 'hur hur'.

But first, let's not talk about the sharing of bodily fluids, and talk more about antiques and rare sightings in modern Singapore. I came across a technology so ancient, I nearly mistook it for a sculpture symbolising days gone by.

try to name the object in this picture

It is called a 'Payphone'. or 'Public Telephone'. Google it, these are real things!! You see, once upon a time, phones were not mobile. They had lines connected to them, and if you had coins, you could take a 10 cent coin and call someone for 3 minutes. You also learnt that in those 3 minutes, you could give and receive clear concise information on where to meet, what time and what were the plans. You also learnt that most people have bad breath, and use the handset a bit too close to their mouths. If you liked guessing what random people had for lunch, the public phone is a godsent.

If you have watched the latest Deadpool 2 trailer (seen below or via link), you'll notice that he got changed into his costume in something similar, except that one had doors.

 

He also mentioned Superman, cos Blue Spandax Flying man also used these as a changing room. Superheroes are such exhibitionists. I wish SuperGirl was like that too.

If you read the next part, you'll notice I cleverly referenced Deadpool because it is rated M18 on our shores, meaning it is adult themed. Let me show you the conversation I had with my friend just yesterday.

yes everyone, I'm talking about the WestGate beside Jurong East MRT!

Because we can't get ourselves so exhausted too often, we only meet up to go there every 3 months or so, and only when we are in the pink of health. I mean come on, all that probing and squeezing, and ultimately the draining of our bodily fluids... Mmm mmm mmm...

So here goes, we might not have a blood shortage at the moment, and we can thank the many many donors for always being there to top up the reserves. This is where I have to further mention that if not for our foreign talents coming in and stepping up, we might be facing a shortage already. In fact, each and every time I go for an appointment, at least 50% of the other donors are foreigners. I applaud you.

Another special of course goes out to our NSmen. No, they were not arrowed to donate by their units during reservist, they were serving their reservist at the BloodBank! This meant that there were enough staff to handle a large group of donors, and to speed up the waiting process by handling the 'prep work' and basic process briefing. Of course, I was lucky enough to be one of the few who also allowed them to refresh their medic training by inserting and removing the needle.

I got a cute toy out of donating too

While it can't be felt through reading, there was a 2 hour delay from the earlier paragraph to this because I had to go for a lie down. It's not that the NSmen medic were inept, far from it. I barely felt the difference between the usual nurses doing the actual poking and removing of the needle. 

Shit, brb.

Ok, I shall attempt to finish this post before it takes more than 4 hours it already has. Again, I need to stress that I actually have a horrible fear of needles, and even if you got that cute doctor who took my blood pressure and deemed me suitable for donation to do the actual blood drawing process, I'd still be sweating buckets. So I commend the NSmen for doing their tasks with the passion and care in making each and every donor feel at ease. 

too lame for me to leave this out

I also apologise for not feeling at ease, cos it's not you, it's me. And it's also because of me that 3 huge goblets of blood spurted out of my arm when the needle was removed. 1 landed on my arm, 2 on the arm-rest of the chair I was seated in. When I panic, my blood pressure shoots up, and seeing NSmen remove the needle probably didn't help matters much. 

But regardless of my fear, I do implore each and everyone to be a blood donor if you qualify. The ones who need it might one day be your friend or even family member. In my case, I might be growing a new breed of alcoholics on the streets, since I'm pretty sure my blood is laced with booze. There's also free flow of Khong Guan biscuits, Milo and h-two-o for those who need further enticement. Did I mention the doctor yesterday was really cute?

A close friend who was too chicken to donate told me to call the BloodBank and tell the doctor that I left something in her check-up room. If she asks what is it, I just have to say "My Heart."

To conclude, please be a good Samaritan and donate. It's free FFS.


Signing off,
KJ

Fun Fact: Blood red is used to describe the hue of red that looks like the colour of blood.

Two day hangover, need TGIF beer to resolve it

So since it's a Friday, let's make this a bit yummy looking. I went for a work appointment at Buona Vista, and although that is actually pretty near home, it's even nearer to Holland Village. And as I'm typing this I can actually sense my liver giving me the middle finger and whispering a lot of hokkien to me. None are printable.
I needed to meet my Financial Advisor to better improve my medical coverage, and managed to find a place serving 2 pints of beer at $12++. 2 PINTS!!! Do head down to Drinks & Co., the beers are light, they have a fantastic selection of wines and whiskeys, and the staff are incredibly friendly.

think my first sip was a bit much

I think after work, and boring discussions, I need a beer. Or maybe 10. More if you're paying. And I'm not sure is it because I drank a bit too quickly, but I started seeing weird shit along the street.

To be sure that I wasn't hallucinating, I took a few photos from my phone. I wanted to join in and get my photos taken too, but I'll just keep letting the girls fall on me, preferably boobs face down. It doesn't beat the NUDE COUPLE walking down the street all those years back, but still somewhat entertaining. Thank you tight yoga clothes. From the bottom of my heart.

Needless to say, I had a bit of a hangover the next day, and as such, had to go have a meal for lunch where I needed to totally sweat it out of my system. I dun think it's a standard hangover cure, but it works for me so I'll stick to it. 

So I know of this little hidden treasure at Enggor St called Korean BBQ World. At night it turns into a very worthwhile Korean BBQ place, but during weekday lunch, ALL dishes are only $10 nett.

only $10 nett! for all these!

Now, for that $10, you get free flow of the 6 side dishes, a very generous portion of the main dish, be it soup overflowing with ingredients, a bulgogi with 3 times the meat you get at food courts or a seemingly endless bowl of bibimbap. I've brought many massive eaters here, and we seldom need to refill the side dishes. Even the soju costs $13 nett, not that I ever ordered during lunch. Cos no drinking during office hours. 

Being a little bit older nowadays, I like to find cheap bargains for food and beverages. And lucky for me, the firm I'm with regularly has lunch catered in. Which means if there are leftovers, the staff gets to eat. A mini buffet. For free.

today's lunch

Now I know what you might be thinking, there is not much veggies on the plate. But they were serving broccoli, so you really can't blame me. It's freaking broccoli. Bleh. I also had nasi lemak in the morning, with 2 big pieces of ngor hiong, but no pics cos I was so damn hungry. Trust me, it tasted great. And now I'm fat from the carbs overload.

So since it's a Friday, I might need to go have a light drink to end the week. And yes, I just did say I'm feeling fat, so to help my waistline, I shall not eat any solid foods. After all, I'll already be just ordering a tower of liquid carbs. Weee.

In conclusion, I'll be hungover till Sunday. That's a 4 day hangover.

Signing off,
KJ

Fun fact: When you drink alcohol and feel high, that is known as an alcohol high.

Baby Whisperer in action on TGIF

Yes, I admit it. I'm the baby whisperer.

Colleague's baby who has been feeling under the weather

There's just something about an infant that I find irresistable. The smile, the chuckle, the crying, the wailing, the smell. O.M.G the smell. Yes, I know it is mostly due to regurgitated milk they consumed, and you can look at me all weird, but I adore that scent.

That's pretty much how I perfected carrying babies in that manner, one-handed with them facing out, as if they are sitting on a chair, with a soft backrest. This allows them to look around and also allows me to take a whiff of that beautifully scented crown of theirs.


So I was looking for local spas to make it more convenient for me to get a back massage without having to rely on my friend to drive me to JB (see previous post), and came across many, many such pages on fb.

Spas now have medical practitioners

 Although, I'm really glad to see that local spas engage in healthcare for men, after all, prostate cancer is a growing concern in our society. Well done, spas. well done. I do wonder where all these trained medical professionals come from though, considering they look pretty young and are already specialists in prostate health care.

 They must have studied really hard from a young age. So impressed. 👏👏👏👏👏

This video had me laughing out loud in office, cos it's a Friday and I really needed to not think about work.

 Unfortunately it's a little off since the overturn of the travel ban has been upheld, and they are still allowed to eat nasi briyani there. Heng ah. Trump has no idea of the delicacies the nation will be missing out. Or at least will miss tweeting out on.

This is a short post because I will be going for some drinks. Cos it's a Friday. And I'm thirsty. First beer this week. Beer!!!

Signing off,
KJ