M9 was a tortured event. 125 questions in slightly over 2 hours. Sleep-deprived. Full bladder waiting to burst. More math than I'd have liked. Am just glad I don't have to go through it all over again as I kicked ass, I passed.

Popped back to the office to hand in my two certs. I thought I would play smart and take a short-cut to the office 'cept I've overestimated my navigating ability I wound up making a big, big detour round International Plaza, round M Hotel, round Lippo Centre, before I finally get to Fuji Xerox. I sucked at directions.

Then at the office I saw an interviewee with super duper short army-printed tier skirt chatting with one of the agents there and to my horror I unintentionally absorbed gossip relating colleague X (whom I actually sort of know) as the conversation wasn't exactly secretive. It's the ultimate faux pas, letting on other people's personal life to their colleague, someone whom they may not be all that acquainted with in the first place. I still didn't quite understand why the interviewee thought it necessary to relate what she knows of colleague X and his girlfriend to the agent (whom I've gathered, only sorta know the couple, though not very well) she was talking to, but well, all I know is this sorta person spells trouble.

After that I mad-rushed back to Suntec to meet Euphie and saw the girls there as well, if only for a short while. When the girls left, Eup and I combed the area a bit before going to Sizzler for dinner where I suffered a lapse of judgement and ordered the weird honey mustard apricot chicken. I ended up consuming more from the salad bar than from the main course, which once again proved that the salad bar is the best thing in Sizzler.

At Six, I succumbed to the lure of blingbling and bought a pair of big white elaborated earrings which I will showoff once I get the chance.

Then we popped in Harry's for a drink where we found ourselves watching the World Cup with the back of our heads. It's a funny thing to be sitting opposite soccer fanatics at the bar because we obviously weren't there for the World Cup (in fact, I didn't remember the World Cup at all), but being exposed to excited faces and numerous 'woo hoo', 'ah', 'ARGHHHH' for a prolonged period got us infected with soccer mania. I dunno about Eup, but I started to become very interested in the game going on. Think I might just start popping into bars for the World Cup atmosphere. Pretty darn contagious.

Eup asked me why I ordered a Tiger beer and not Heineken. And I floored her by announcing that it is the cheapest thing to order in a bar. Hey, I don't much care what brand the beer is so long as it's easy on my pocket, seeing that I don't start making dough until next month. If there's Chang beer at the pub you bet I'll order that. Although later on I realised that it's not true that Tiger beer is the cheapest thing because the pub opposite Harry's was having a $6 martini promotion damn it. If only I didn't forget to bring my bottle opener, we could have even cheaper option of getting the beer from the supermarket. 1/3 the price of those in pub leh.