The Ocean Building: Part III

Read part I and II first, if you wanna follow the flow. Otherwise, you can do whatever you like.

Drs Bain & Partners. Good place. Looks very posh. I was early, so they were still closed when I reached their doors. So when they open, I was the first. Happy. Went in, did the usual registration thing, and sat down to wait for my turn.

And the make me wait for 45 mins. I was the first to register, how come the other people that came later than me got to see the doc first? ‘Cause I’m too poor that’s why. On a more serious note, it’s because… Fuck I don’t know why. And I don’t care. ‘Cause they make me wait for 45 mins for a 20 mins procedure. Get my urine sample and do a breath test for alcohol content.

And they’re sending my urine to the US. Yippee. At least part of me going to US. So now I can claim that I’ve been to US, technically. Yea.

So this marks the end of my journey. Sweet.

p/s I just realised the order of this blog goes from newest to oldest. Fuck. And, for all trilogies, the 3rd part almost always sucks.

The Ocean Building: Part II

Read part I first if you wanna follow the flow. Otherwise, you can do whatever pleases you.

So, there I was, at Exit E, looking around for the Ocean Building. I saw the Ocean Towers. No Ocean building, so it’s OK, I’ll just look for it. I was, after all, 45 mins early. Lunch hour you see, they’re close at lunch hour. Anyway, I was looking for this building. And I looked high and low for it. And it was nowhere to be found.

I walked around, looked at some eye candies, walked some more, then bumped into this fresh out of secondary school guy. He was doing some market survey, as a part time I guess. He wanna ask me some questions, and normally I will ask him to go fuck himself,but today I need him to tell me where the fuck is Ocean Building, so I said I’ll do his survey if he’d just tell me the direction to the building. He said OK. Sweet.

After like 5 mins we’re done, and then he said, his friend told him it’s just ahead. So, and get this, he fucking said it’s just ahead, just walk straight and I’ll find it. Alright, at this moment you’ll know that this asshole just sent me the wrong way, but no, he didn’t, he sent me the CORRECT direction. I’ll explain.

So I walked ahead, until the end of the road, and lo and behold, a huge and tall building in front of my eyes. I was damn relieved, you know the kind that you get after you’ve taken a huge dump. Yea. Caltex Building, that’s the name. The fucking guy, made me walked all the way to Caltex Building. Which part of Ocean Building does he not undertand? Ocean and Caltex are two fucking different thing. But it’s OK, I wasn’t mad. I had time, let me see, another 30 mins. Sweet.

So I continued walking. Now here’s the good shit. I am lost. I know I am. But what the shit was I thinking, not stopping and asking people around me where the hell is the bloody Ocean Building. This, now ladies listen, is the problem with men. We don’t ask directions. No matter how fucking lost we are, we know where we are going. We’re just taking a longer route to it. We know we will eventually reach there. Just maybe a couple of hours more. But it’s OK, we like to explore.

So there I was, lost, in middle of nowhere. With a serious risk of running late for my appointment with the medical centre. And the thought of asking for directions didn’t cross my mind, until a sweet lady was walking towards me. I had to ask. And as soon as I opened my mouth to ask, within 5 minutes I reached the place. Thank you.

And so, I have learnt 4 things for this part II:
1) Men do not ask for directions, unless you’re a sexy lady in a cute pink tank top with an impossibly mini miniskirts. (Great legs, but kinda light on the front)
2) Do not take directions from a kid who haven’t even reach puberty ’cause if you’re screwed, he is possibly as screwed if not even more screwed than you are.
3) Fucking get the direction correct before you go out on a journey. Know where you’re going and don’t fuck around. ‘Cause the place you’re looking for, is just beside the Ocean Towers, behind your fucking Exit E.
4) And stop looking at people’s mating ritual at Raffles Place. ‘Cause someday, believe me, when you work, you’re gonna do the same thing. On second thought, I hope I don’t have to go through that embarrassing ritual. (In other words, I am still happily attached)

So when I got to the Ocean Building, I realised I was early after all. I sat down on the pavement, looking over to the other side, hoping I’d see that kid again and give him a nice go fuck himself for sending me in the CORRECT direction but made me walk a loop to come back to the exact same spot. It’s ahead alright, just not a straight line.

Drs Bain and Partners. That’s the place I was heading to. And part III will let you know what happen there for a good solid 45 mins, then plus a 20 mins procedure.

The Ocean Building: Part I

Another day, another story, for your amusement, if you will, and of course to remind myself the lessons learnt, the hard way.

I was supposed to go out today, to get an alcohol and drug test, for my IA at this place somewhere in Raffles Place. So I think to myself, this has got to be the first time in months I have gone out to somewhere farther than Harbour Front. And boy, I was freaking astonished with the sudden changes of everything, and I really do mean everything.

For starters, the Harbour Front MRT auto-gate’s position has been changed. And I was looking at it like I just came out from a jungle or something. And there were some police officers around, looking at me suspiciously, ’cause I was looking like a terrorist. I have a theory, maybe the government know something we don’t ’cause I see an increase in security today, and the TV at the MRT was playing the bombings from various places and stuff. Nah, on second thought, maybe I have been in my room for far too long.

And do you know, that the taxi stand at Harbour Front has been relocated to somewhere else? How the fuck they do that in one month? The whole taxi stand was gone, and what was left was an elevated pavement. I can’t believe myself. I have been in my room for far too long. Damnit. Either that, or I must have been hallucinating. OK, I am not on drugs and no sir, I am not drunk.

And so, after the initial shock, I was on my way to Raffles Place. And holy cow when I reach that place, believe me, I thought I just got down the wrong station. The whole place is happening. I remembered the time I was there, the underground place was like half dead. The only reason people go there was to take the MRT, and of course there were some restaurants around. And now the underground place was bustling with people. All kinds, young, old, sexy, bitchy, man, female, monkeys. Damn! Let me see, the last time I went there was only, wait for this, 3 fucking years ago. And how that place changed. 3 years is a long time to be sitting on my ass in my little room. I need some fresh air.

And the ladies there were, my my, damn fine I’d say. I need more of this. You know I got this kinky fetish about ladies in power suit. I totally dig old sexy chick. But that is another story for another day, eh? Anyway, for this part I I’ve learnt 2 things:
1) I do not need to go out that often, just enough to make sure I know they’ve changed the location of the fucking taxi stand.
2) I should stop looking like an idiot when I know I have been in my room for far too long to realise they have changed the location of the auto-gate.
3) Raffles Place chicks rock.

OK so that’s 3 things, sue me.

So, my destination was the Ocean Building. At exit E. And that, you gotta wait for part 2.