ICQ rules, MSN sucks

You know what, I hate msn and yet I switch on my msn to find people to chat

Whats wrong with me? and What's wrong with the rest of the world for preferring msn over icq?
ICQ rules. MSN sucks.

In MSN, the stupid orange blinking thing appears at my taskbar and I have no control over it. Don't tell me its in the setting, I plough through it and cannot find a way to switch it off. It irritates the hell of me.

ICQ allows you to go invisible and chat with the whoever you please. In MSN, once you appear offline, you cannot chat. Don't tell me to block people blar blar, this would mean that if I want to use msn at home, I have to block out my whole office. Duh. Msn is legal in my office and the only reason why I use it, or even start to have contacts.

I hate the display pics in msn. I hate it when people put pictures of their children or cats in it. It is why I always switch the pictures off. But I do want to see the other nicer pictures, so switching it on and off is a hassle for me. I totally hate it when my colleague at work puts pics of her children, for goodness sake, her children are damn ugly and not the least bit cute. Children under 2 yrs of age are in general in some way cute, but hers are not. I squirm everytime she msgs me. I have since switched off the display pictures at work permanently. I know I am being slight mean in saying that her children are not cute, but trust me, that's how I feel.

I hate the way msn has nudges winks blar blar. Its like duh..for what. Needless to say, I switched off that function too.

I hate the way msn allows you to change your name. Hello, its like I have to remember everyone's email address to know who they are?

In ICQ, you can select a few files, do a right click and send via ICQ, in msn you are forced to send a file at a time. Dumb.

I like the layout of ICQ so much better. Much better.

Hate msn. Quit msn and install ICQ.

Xing Fu.

I am the happiest girl alive now!

I bought new goggles plus a swim cap. I am so happy!
I had crabs and prawns for dinner too. In my younger cousin's words, I feel so xing fu now. *does cartwheels around my room*

Its amazing how little makes me darn happy. I love my new goggles. My old goggles are perfectly fine except that they are day goggles. I used to swim in sunlight then. Its those goggles with shiny film that keeps that glare out, those that allow you to ogle at guys without them knowing you are looking. My new goggles are clear, so clear you can see my eyes. Its for swimming after sunset which I do these days. With my old goggles, I could barely see anything. So happy. Bought a new swim cap too. So happy.

Crabs and prawns. I am not exactly a crab fan but I ate like one whole crab by myself. It was fun. The buttery prawns were heavenly too. Was at Melben Seafood at Blk 232 AMK St22. Go there instead of Jumbo, its cheaper.

You know what the best part is, my dad paid for my goggles and swim cap. Yeah. Now, staying home on Saturday does have it perks.

Home on a Saturday

I feel extremely guai today.

Its a Saturday and I am not going out but going to join my parents for dinner. Its been eon since I did that.
I packed my wardrobe and room too. Actually all I did was to rearrange the clothes and throw away the stuff that cluttered my table. I have no idea how all this stuff came to me. I seldom buy anything.

My mum just bought 2 zen micros for my siblings. She asked if I wanted one too but I declined. Citibank was having this close door sale at Creative and I had to disappear from work 2 times within 2 hours to go swipe my card. I fiddled with it later and found that I kinda liked it.
Buy creative, forget about the fruit. Support local. After all, the fruit already has about 60% of market share. We bought 2 speakers too, the 3600 , it was going at 99. I think the retail price is almost 250. Dung took one and I have no idea where the one in my house is.

Anyone wants anything from creative next time, just ask me. All I have to do is to disappear from work and walk over. Don't expect me to queue up though. Talking about queue, I was surprised to see a queue at the doors at 11am. It opens at 11am. I went at 11am sharp thinking I would be the first one there, but there was already like 30 people ahead of me. Apparently, there were only a limited number of speakers going at 99. How do people get off work at 11am to join a q? I am sure not all of them work near Creative.

Blogging at 4pm on a Saturaday. Man, I do need to find a life.

My msns at work.

I must say that I have been having very sexual conversations with my friends on msn while at work.

The first was with GJ.

Excerpt from his post
Me: SAF give free condom for my Taiwan trip....
Cindy: Issit? I heard its lousy, it breaks when filled with water...
Me: Issit? I dunno...
Cindy: Why dun you try it?
Me: Wif who?
Cindy: Ask you to fill it with water lah!!! Not use for sex!!!!
Me: ...

Do a replace all "Me" with "GJ"
He has a photo of his condoms there too. Some obsure brand I never knew.

The conversation proceeded on to along the likes of GJ thinking he has a little dick but good techniques. He refused to tell me what he meant by little dick and good techniques though. Does dick size matters? As SPG adeptly puts it, "I have never seen a 2.4 inch dildo"

Fastforward to chat with Al today. The chat resulted in him sending me his Karma Sutra over. All 8Mb of it.

He asked me, "What is it that a woman wants"

"To cum and cum and cum and cum, without having to do any work on the guy." - my reply.

He must have fallen off his chair then because it took him like 10 mins to reply back. It was the most straightforward answer he heard.

I always think that a guy only does what he does so that he can peak. I know there will be plenty of rebuttals but if you think again, its essentially true. How many guys will time and time again go down on a girl without wanting any sexual favours in return?

Al thinks its a two way street. I agree but I do know more horny guys than girls. In fact, all the guys I know are horny with the exception of one. Long story about that lone one.

Anyway, sex is too cheem a topic to discuss about. I will just land up going around in circles. I can feel it coming. Will stop now.

> Dancingpris - will try to take a photo of it. I just wore it so its somewhere aroudn now. My bro thought I was attending a malay wedding when he saw me go out. My mum exclaimed , ' wah..why you were ah pu nei clothes". Dung says its ok because he is peranakan. I think I might not wear it to a wedding afterall, but just to plays and musicals.

Back in my country!

Yeah, so I am back in Sg. I love my country.

Hanoi on the whole was alright really. Minus that resident mosquito that made sleep so uncomfortable. The stupidest thing was that we only found the mosquito net on our last night there and really only had one good night's sleep. Why would pampered Singaporeans expect to use a mosquito net? It is the first time in my life I slept in a mossy net. Strange experience.

I have a slightly aching right arm now. That is after having to lug two laptops and many other equipment up and down three stories everyday. Yes, the hotel had no lift. It is a family run business really. They were so concerned about saving money that they switched off the mains to the water heater when we were gone one day, resulting in us bathing in icy cold water. When I say icy cold water, I mean ICE COLD water. Its not that cold water you get at public showers, its really ICE COLD. Considering the ambient temperature was like 20 degrees, the water was freezing at night. It took me 5 mins to creep into the shower, 2 mins to shower and get out. I didn't feel very clean after that though.

Besides that, Hanoi is really not bad place. Things are not as cheap as in Bangkok though. The people in Hanoi adopt a very different attitude towards bargaining, in BKK, they entertain you and want to sell you when you bargain. In Hanoi, they simply take the item back from you and hang it back up in the display.

Managed to tour around Hanoi a little, not as much as I wanted to because we had to work too.
Its a good place for a budget trip really. My Tiger Airway tickets were just about $150, minus the USD18 airport tax. I almost had no more money to pay for the tax and could not get out of Hanoi. Luckily, I still had SGD50 with me and had to exchange it to Dong.

Tiger Airways is not too bad too, when it is less than half full that is. The flight was so empty, one could just lie flat on three seats.
I cannot imagine how it will be like when its packed.

That's it for now. Am going to watch Sound of Music later.

I think I will wear my modified Ao Dai there. Ao Dai is the traditional Vietnamese dress, long blouse with pants. I tailored made 3 dresses but no one wears long blouse in sg, so I made them into tubes. Hahhah, the tailor gave me this dirty look when I gestured to her I wanted tubes.

With love from Hanoi

Blogging from hanoi now.

Hanoi is not as rustic and as old as you see in postcards, televion etc. Its like sg in the 70s.
The roads are just swarmed with so many motobikes, they look like swarms of bees. The motobikes horn relentlessly, and they ride on either side of the road, regardless of road direction.

To cross the road, you have to behave like a chicken. Just say a quick prayer and dash across the road. Good thing is, humans and bikes seem to command the same amount of authority on the roads. The motobikes just weave around you. For someone as urban as me, it can get a tad bit scary. However, I am proud to say that I have mastered the skill of being an errant roadcrosser.

Things here are not as cheap as they should be. Somone tried to sell me the pirated copy of life of pi for USD8. I told him I can get the original copy for SGD5 back home. He followed me down the 2 streets and offered USD2 in the end. I didn't buy because by then I was getting too afraid of him and just want to go away. I belived I could have bought it for USD1 if I persisted.

You can never miss a Singaporean by the way he/she drives a hard bargain. The moment I start bargaining, they go , "from singapore?"

I tailored made 3 dresses, going to collect them tomorrow. I hope they turn out fine and will last me through all the weddings I have to go to this year.

So far so good here, its really too dusty. I broke up in mini-hives. Thankfully, I bought Zyrtec and it has been working fine.

Tradeshow is starting tomorrow, have to stand the whole day and try to speak to the Vietnamese. Talking to them is like a chicken talking to a duck. Its terrible.

I miss sg. I so want to be back.

The price of water.

I love to swim and I am in a dilemma.

When I was young, I swam at my dad's company club. I go there to swim everyweek. Years later, the company was not doing well and they sold the place. A church bought it over and uses its facilities now. I do not like the church. It robbed me of my swimming place.

It didn't really matter that much then because I was swimming in the varsity pool then. I went every other day and swam my hearts out.

When I started working, I went back to swim. No one stopped me because no one checked my matriculation card. Then, Sars swept the whole country and contact tracing became the necessary. I could no longer enter the pool because my matric card shows that I have graduated.

I have resorted going to public pools then. I hate the public pool. It is dirty, smelly, slimy and salty. The toilets have a permanent urea smell too.

There is a pool near my office. It is 3/4 the length of the Olympic size pool. I have refused to swim in pools of any other length besides the standard 50m, it makes doing laps much more fulfilling. It is also empty, clean and has nice toilets. The only catch is that it will cost me $388 for a year usage. Solely pool usage, gym facilities are not included. I was tempted since the first day I started work 2 years ago but I threw it out of my mind as it was pricey.

Two years on, I simply cannot stand public pools and am growing fat. However, I still find it expensive just that I am more willing to fork out the money.

I am in a dilemma.

Everyone tells me its expensive water. Some tells me that I should not look at it this way because lifestyle cannot be measured by money. Others tell me its about the same price as a musical ticket that I pay. Most tell me its expensive.

I am willing to pay $200 for half a year usage because I do not want to commit so much money, but the gym is unwilling to compromise.

Sigh.

How?

I know people will tell me the standard things - "Its expensive". I feel that too, but I really love swimming.

How?

My weekend

I had a relatively good weekend.

I went had a fabulous seafood dinner on Friday. I ate like 5 crab pincers and a whole lot of other stuff. It was fatanbulous. I went Indochine afterwards. It was my first time there. I always dissed the place as tacky because of the nemo layout and how people seem to be crowding outsider leeching free music.

So, I went into Indochine. There was really nothing there except that the washareas in the toilet were unique. There is no sink. You step on this black rubber dot on the floor to turn the water on, the water then flows onto this slopping piece of plastic and is drained away. Cool. Besides that, Indochine is so not happening. It didn't help that I was in my work clothes aka scrappy jeans and T-shirt. To wear a T-shirt to a club is a felony.

I also managed to go to a wedding, both church and lunch and watch 2 movies this weekend!.
It was simply great. Although once again, I wished I did not have to go to work tomorrow.

So long.

Good Friday Weekend

So, I'm into my third day of the long weekend. Time flies doesn't it.

I had a great Friday followed by an uneventful Saturday, and am now dreading the coming work week. There are no p.hols in April!!!

Things I did the past two days.

- I watched 2 movies in less than 24hrs. I am so proud of myself. It is something I have not done since my teeny bopper days. These days, I somewhat prefer watching a dvd on a cosy bed than with 300 strangers. Plus point, as in my earlier post, it is possible to hump while watching a dvd, but that totally misses the point.

- I got nauseous while playing xbox. I seriously suck at xbox games. Was playing Starwars: Knights of the old Republic, all that maneuvering with the light saber while trying to navigate made me feel like puking. I hate 3-D games. Why can't all games be simple like super Mario or bubble puzzle. You only need a joystick for direction and another button to fire. These days, there are 2 joysticks on the controller and a million other buttons. Please, my hand is only that big. But I resolve to get better at these games. I love racing games though.

- I slept the whole of Saturday and still have dark eye bags. I seriously wonder why.

- I ate half a tub of Phish Food. I love Phish Food. I like the strawberry with graham swirls too. I believe its called Primary Berry Graham. I love their new flavours.

- I finally used another $20 of my Robinson vouchers. I had $50 to start with, I sold $20 to a colleague. My stuff cost $16 and I paid with my $20 voucher. They actually refunded the difference to me in cash. So happy. Another $10 to go. I hate Robinson vouchers. It is so out of the way and there is absolutely nothing to buy there. Too bad, my frumpy office manager loves Robinson and as a result, all of us gets Robinson vouchers on our birthdays.

- I finally used $10 of my Metro voucher. Metro vouchers have no expiry dates, you just use and they print another voucher with the difference to you. Its like a stored value card. The voucher has been with me so long, I do not even remembered how I got it. The last time I used it was like a year ago. I have another $5 left.

In short, I am quite happy this weekend. My only grouse is that it has to end and I can feel myself being sucked back into the whirlwind of work.

Guys that put me off.

Remember the letter I wrote to the forum eons ago, today it was published.

The strange thing is I only knew of it when my uncle sms me, rebuking me for showing more concern over explosives than my sister. wtf. This reminds me why I do not like my relatives. What right do they have to reprimand me? This uncle is one of my most preferred uncles too.

Later, my cousin icqed me, he claimed I was boliao. I just do not understand. Why do some people do nothing about anything but just whine about everything? They adopt the i-will-wait-for-gold-to-drop attitude and in the meanwhile complain that they are powerless to do anything.
Granted, some things like building a casino are largely beyond our control and the 'elite' make the final decision. Most other things, we should not be afraid or be lazy to voice out.

Guys like this simply put me off. There are some guys who are nonchalant to the state of affairs around them, they choose their lifestyle and that is fine with me. Those that pissed me off are those who do nothing and complain the whole day. In short, these are the guys who often lament that National Service is waste of time because Singapore will perish with a bomb. Guys who cling to this belief are short-sighted and shallow. War is no longer fight this way. We should not even be allowing the missile to head our direction. I have never been to the army, so I will stop short at this topic.

I hope I am not sounding too pro-pap. I am not pro-pap although it is undeniable what the government has done. Anyone who can do a better job and not do a Chee Soon Juan gets my vote.

...

Dang is sleeping in the carpark right now but I cannot be bothered tonight. Somehow I am feeling a little pissed with him today.

He works too long hours and is forever tired. That will and always be my complaint.
Today's a little different. I saw a really pretty skirt while shopping yesterday. Seldom do some cloth item catch my attention. I would have bought it if it were half the price, or lesser actually. Too bad it was pricey, so I gave it a miss.

I told Dang about it though and he commented that I should have bought it. I told him it was too pricey. He mentioned something about me buying the skirt and he will pay for it. Some girls might gleefully jump at the chance and purchased the skirt but I hate arrangements like this. It makes me feel like I am begging him for money. It was not as if I couldn't afford to pay for it, it was just that I felt it was too pricey. I told him outright that I still had my pride. It would be a different story if he got it as a gift for me. He then went along the lines of going with me to the shop and he will pay for it. Goodness, isn't it the same?

Nevertheless, we passed by the shop today and I showed him the skirt. Yes, Singapore is that small that you go to the same places in two consecutive days. We went in and he agreed with me on the good material. He asked me if I were buying and I said no. I asked if he would like me to try the skirt on for him to see and he said in this somewhat sarcastic tone, "What for, you are not buying". I think my mood took a 180 degree swing but I didn't let it show. He went on rambling about how he would buy it if he were me because it's hard to find something nice. By then, I wasn't really listening to him. I suddenly felt totally alienated from him.

Reading ym's post really makes me go yesyesyes and agreeing with her everypoint. Gosh, its really hard to splurge on yourself and save at the same time. I never underestimate saving because I think it is really important. But then, it just makes enjoying yourself feel so much more guilty. I wonder how our parents did it really.

There are so many different kind of people in the world

The Paris Hiltons
The concept of expensive does not apply here. These people buy without looking at the price tags. They just bring whatever they fancy to the cashier.

Those earning a decent amount and spending it all
A lot of people I know are like this. They do not earn too much, its decent enough to get by, but they do not batter an eyelid when they purchase stuff. If I fell into this category, I would have bought the skirt.

Those earning a decent amount but cautious about spending.
I think I fall into this category, I would think most of my frens do as well. Afterall, we know we have a long way ahead of us and that no one is going to leave us any inheritance. The future scares this group of people.

Those earning barely enough and spending it all.
One word. Malays.

Those earning barely enough and cautious about spending.
IMHO, these are the people who get it bad. It is really tiring having to watch every penny.

Sigh, I think I am getting depressed.

Manslaves needed!

I just e-filed my income tax!! It was confusing at first but it was really very easy. Afterall, I have no other sources of income, not eligible for any reliefs and yadar yadar.

I was in town at 4pm yesterday!!! It was a wonderful feeling, has been eons since I appeared in town at 4pm on a weekday. Most of the time, I would be mulling in front of my computer at work watching the little clock at the bottom right of the screen. The sun was scorching but it didn't even matter.

We groomed ourselves, bought stuff and were dead beat at the end of the day. My ankles were hurting. It is strange because that's the only part of my lower limps that ever ache all these years. It felt as if my bones were hitting the floor and I feel this way even if I were wearing my Timberland's walking shoes. Ym had to lug her heavy bag around. Her bag is really heavy, I would be exhausted if I were her. That is why, we need manslaves.

In fact, every girl should be provided with a manslave when she shops. Shopping centers should provide a manslave to every girl. His job would be to carry her purchases, her bags, water (so heavy cos its 1l=1kg) , follow her around dutifully and smile. Simple job isn't it. Pay a premium and manslave will drive you home too.

The best way to shop is to get out really early, like 11am, and shop when the crowds are at work. At about 3pm, you can go for your spas, manicures, pedicures, eyebrows, and whatever. Have dinner at about 6pm and watch a 7pm movie. It will end nicely at 9pm, leaving you ample time to get back home and avoiding rush-home traffic at the same time. This way, one would not be exhausted at having to cover so much ground in so little time.

I am dreaming, ain't I?

Whatever, I decided I will wear my little green skirt out later, as soon as I find a matching top for it.

Hungry Hippo

Today I woke up very very hungry. If you know what I mean, that is. Some people wake up without any appetite and then complain at work all the way till lunch that they are starving. I eat a healthy breakfast every morning. Its either, Wanton Mee, Fishball noodles, Lor Mee, Bee Hoon..you get the drift. My ideal breakfast is to have dimsum. Those that push carts around and they punch whatever you order on this piece of cardboard.

I was exceptionally hungry today. I woke up and while I was brushing my teeth, I could hear my stomach growling. I think its a combination of my empty stomach and bowels. I usually am not hungry if I can full of crap inside. I was so hungry today I polished my plate of fish ball mee pok. For a moment, I imagined myself to be a horse with not enough food filling my four stomachs. Like what I do every morning, I ate a slice of bak kwa immediately after my breakfast.

By noon, I was starving again. I had a big bowl of home cooked noodles jia liao somemore. Disgusting. I always wondered why they call it home cooked noodles when its not home cooked. There is no difference between home cooked noodles and fish ball noodles and prawn noodles. I topped it off with a Kit Kat bar too. I scavenge for something sweet after every meal. In the morning, its bak kwa. Afternoon its Kit Kat. Evening its Ghirardelli Chocolates. I call it, riding my mouth of the food taste. It doesn't really make sense but whatever.

I ate more than I was supposed to eat for dinner again. I drank fish soup meant for 2 persons and I had like 6 pieces of nioang hiang. The Ghirardelli chocolate too of course. Its dark chocolate today.

Finally, as in to mock me. I had a terrible stomach ache at 10pm. It was as if to punish me for eating so much. I had to run to toilet 3 times while writing this.

My fingers stink.

Nail polish remover from Red Earth stinks. It stinks so badly. Its as if I dipped my fingers in vinegar. It doesn't even remove nail polish easily. My nails look like they been sandpapered instead.

It boasts to have AHA, be able to preserve nail strength and prevent splitting. That is what it advertises on the bottle.
It is outrageous.

I been trying to wash my fingers with strongly scented soap to rid the vinegar smell but my fingers still stink. Gross.

Am going to watch Team America tomorrow. Yeah.

What happends on a weekday evening?

What do people do on weekdays when they return home from work?

Do you continue working? I know a lot of people who bring work home or rabidly check their work emails.

Do you watch tv? What is there to watch anyway? Besides Desparate housewives or housewife (I am clueless), which I try to religiously watch, there is almost nothing on tv.

Do you sleep? Sleep will only make the next work day arrive sooner.

Do you go out with friends? Its getting harder and harder for everyone to agree on a time to meet.

All I want to do on a weekday evening, is to lounge and laze on bed naked and maybe hump like jackrabbits, and watch a dvd at the same time.

I miss school.

I'm back! I'm back!

I'm back! I'm back!

I have been to Austin, SFO and back. It feels fantastic to be home, although the heat is almost unbearable these days. What's wrong with the planet.

I jumped from a 10 degrees in SFO to a sweltering 33 degrees here. I am almost melting.

SFO is a nice place, but its too touristy. Everyone is holding a map walking around in this overly excited face. It kinda reminded me a bit of the beach front at Patpong, Phuket, before the Tsunami that is. I took tons of photos. Somewhat in the magnitude of 1G. I took like 500 photos and because I had to use the highest quality standard for every shot, each photo was close to 2M each. Fantastic. Now, to develop the photos or not. I need my own printing facility!

I made two friends in SFO. A Hongki and a Shanghainese. John and Stephen. My colleague is convinced that John has a crush on me but I deny vehemently.I have to admit though that I was flirting with John sometimes. Anyway I will never like a guy who squirms about in a Victoria Secret Shop. Yes, we dragged both guys into a VS lingerie shop, Stephen was surprising open. I was expecting all mainland guys to be absolutely conservative. Bad stereotype but how can you blame me. I actually managed to persuade Stephen to buy a pair of undies for his girlfriend. It was 5 for $20 and I could only find myself 4 pairs.
He eventually settled for a simple white number with a pink band. He was absolutely terrified at the idea of buying her a thong. Nevertheless, I found the gesture extremely sweet. Mind you, his gf is only 18. Pedophile. I had it specially packaged for him in a pink wrapper and pink bag.

John on the other hand was trying very hard to make himself invisible in the shop. The only reason why he stood in the shop instead of outside was because he was cold. It was like 8 degrees outside and John was freezing. It was much warmer inside the shop.

John later insisted on eating Italian food for dinner. I found it strange that he wanted to eat Italian food in America. We settled for some pasta place and the guys did not know how to order. We Singaporeans are a lucky bunch. I had to give them a crash course on the different type of pastas and Italian sauces. Eventually, I gave up and ordered for them. Hhahah. The food was mediocre but the guys thought it was fantastic. We get much better pasta here.

My mandarin improved tremendously while I was in SFO. Ironical isn't it. I spoke nothing but Mandarin to them.

Anyhow, I want to go to Taipei next. Tickets on Jetstar asia are going for $68.

Happy CNY!!

hahahahahahaha, I am so happy!
Its the third day of the cock year and I am not working. Methinks half the population is not working, and half of the population who is working is skiving at work. Of course, there are some with no choice and have to work.

So, I survived the new year, it was a tumultuous start really. As with every new year. I collected less Ang Bao money because my grandmother went senile and absent-mindedly gave us the $4 Ang Bao packets meant for the generic all, instead of the special $40 grandchildren Ang Bao packets. But seriously, I do not care much for the money, feels good to receive it but its nothing really.

I still have 4 more dinners to eat at my uncles' place. That would take me 2 more weekends.

Dung is bugging me to visit his relatives, he says he is getting tired of brewing up reasons to explain my absent. I have told him to tell his pesky relatives that I am Indian. Cock. I am not even obligated to visit them and because of that, the harder I will try not to visit them. I hate being forced.



Dung wore this for CNY. Nice?

I hate cabs.

I am the kind of person who will not take a cab, but when I take one, its always in the "you cannot even get a cab even if you have money" situation. Loosely translated from Mandarin.

Give me $10 to take a cab, and I will sit take public transport there and keep the $10. Unless the journey is really too far. I find it really sinful to take a cab. I do not know why, its not as if I scrimp on other things as well. My logic has always been, it will take me $2 on public transport but 5 times the amount on a cab. Its not as if I cannot afford to leave my house a little earlier to save on extra traveling time. This is unless I get bus sick, which I get all the time. Its just strange, I cannot bring myself to flag a cab.

However, since I started working, I been taking cabs more often. Mostly after 8pm because my company pays for it. This is different, its not like they give me the money and I can pocket it as I do not take a cab. I claim when I take a cab, so since its paid for, I will be a dumbass if I do not take a cab. My logic is that I help the economy. The cab fare helps pay for the cabby family needs. He has money to buy more things, which create jobs for more people. The best thing about it is the company eventually comes from America and is not mine.

Today I wanted to take a cab home. This was one of my rarest cab moments. I walked from Lucky plaza to Far East Plaza but both queue were too long, so I crossed the road to Shaw center but could not get a cab either. I radioed for a cab, it took me 15 minutes before the machine gave me a cab, for 15 minutes it was the "I'm sorry, We are unable to locate a cab". I was cursing and swearing and kicking myself in the ass for not taking public transport. Plus, it was 9.30pm and I had not had dinner. Never mess with a hungry woman.

I remembered the last time I took a cab, it was the same experience. In short, I hate cabs.

I caught a lizard!

I caught a lizard!


I know this photo with make Miss Leow scream and send a shiver down her spine.

I love catching lizards and no I am not a psycho. No pun intended *wink*

When I was in secondary school and in the midst of doing sewing for home economics homework, this big fat lizard prance up and down my brown paper. I got so irritated I took the pin I was holding and jabbed it right through its rubbery skin. It was an experience.

It was also the first time I understood what they truly meant by cold-blooded creatures. The lizard was rubbery and so cold.

Yesterday lizard courted death by first appearing by my bed. I cannot have a lizard crawling over me when I sleep. I tried to catch it but missed. I grudgingly went to spring pack my clothes. Just as I was done, the lizard appeared again. Now, I cannot have it near my nicely packed clothes. No way. If it appeared in the toilet, I would be less interested in catching it. But no, it had to appear in all the wrong places.

On a less gruesome note, I bought a set of clothes today. So happy.

Lights thrill me.

Don't you like this picture?



I like it because there are many colours, and mostly because if you look closer, the lights are as if they were photoshopped on. Its as if its from no where with no eletricity cable. Yeah.