I spent the night at NUH.

No, I didn't break a bone or anything.

I was undergoing a sleep study after a specialist suspected that I might have (obstructive) sleep apnea. I didn't had much choices on the date - it is the earliest slot I can book, probably no one else wants it!

Gee, by the time I reached there at 9.30pm, it took me another 10 minutes to find my destination. For that 10 minutes, I didn't see a single person...until the very last minute, who told me the door is right behind me.

So the clinical technologist (according to a piece of paper) asked me what time do I want to start the test. I said anytime. He returned at midnight.

The sleep study involves lots of wires sticking on many parts of your body, including your scalp. It also involves a microphone to record the snoring, and a CCTV camera (think Mr. Brown) pointing at me.

There's even pin-like (not thaaaat sharp though) sensors put into the nostrils. With all the wires sticking everywhere on the body, it's pretty hard to fall asleep at first.

...

Somehow I woke up. I thought it's 3am or so (as I usually wake up at least once around that time almost every other night). Thank god it's already 6.30am, and the clinical technologist came in a couple of minutes later to remove all the stuff on my body. Strangely despite all the equipments - wires, microphone beside my Adam's apple, and pin-like sensors in my nostrils - sticking all over me, I did not wake up at 3am!

You might be curious - how the hell did I actually looked like with all these stuff on?

I'll answer that:

Happy Holidays.

Well I did and looked what happened:

Such a waste of time and money.

Ooo yeah Bobby,

Thanks for reminding me that I've actually made this no-budget video for our diploma's final year project.

And thanks, Matt, for trying to make a date. Make it happen!

Now I am feeling a little hyper-charged.

It amazes me that one of my superiors is such an accurate representation of the Pointy-Hair Boss (PHB).

The year is coming to an end, and he is taking his PHB antics up a notch.

Imagine it's a combination of these:

When i was a little younger, I would be munching bags of Roller Coaster rings and gulping bottles of (sweet and unhealthy) Pokka green tea while watching football during the night and early mornings. Likewise when I was doing projects at home during the polytechnic years. In fact, I am doing the same at this very moment.

Sin.

It wasn't helpful to know that there is a snacks wholesaler very near where I am staying!

This little addiction was being curbed quite effectively until the snack vending machine in camp started stocking on Roller Coasters yesterday. Argh!

Speaking of food sins, take a look at this article listing the techniques food manufactuers used persuade us to buy their products - some of which we have fell for, willingly or not.