Getting out of a depressive room of live-in strangers is good. Its sooooo good that I was crazy all the way to Vivo. And my appetite did a roaring trade for dinner. Potato salad, cha soba, grilled scallops, unagi, COLD TOFU and salmon skin. I guess I qualify as one of the biggest tofu fan ever. anyway happy dinner~ had a happy ice cream too.

The ice cream guy asked, "Take away or dining in? Cone or cup?"

"Takeaway, I'll have it in a cup please."

".....why cup....?"

Like the hell its YOUR problem! I like cups, so be it! Why cant it be cups? Who made it a right of children? Who stuck the label ADULTS-MUST-EAT-CONED-ICE-CREAMS?

Still, that didnt spoil the laughter. I cant remember the last time i laughed till i ache. I'm glad such silliness still lurks somewhere. I lost it somehow along the line. Perhaps its coming back in due time and chasing the blues.

Moving on from assholes, I rang up home.

"I learn from supernanny. We got naughty corner at home. Beside the computer. Tomorrow that Chai Huai Dan will get a taste."

I hope I wont ever be in that hot seat. EVER.

It's been a F***** up week.

First, I lost my wallet and along with it some documents.

Then, my phone crashed and there goes my only contact to outside world.

After which I found myself without a single cent to my name and no means to get any.

And I pushed my work too far back and had to work 24/7 to hand in rubbish work.

Followed by feeling so tired and having to sleep the whole weekend away.

Next, I saw a doctor who declares me in clinical depression.

Soon after, I went home to pack my bags to go back to hall tml and found my "lost" wallet.

Whereby I proceeded to bang my head coz I wasted time and breathe on a stupid police offcier reporting the "lost".

Finally, I end my week.

I've misplaced my wallet. And I need to do a police report coz my driver's licence inside. Besides that, there's only the atm card, cashcard, loyalty cards and a few cash. And of coz the neoprints.

Fuck.

And I dont know where is the nearest police post. And I dont know if the bank will entertain me since I dont have my passbook with me and i cant the life of me remember my a/c number.

Fuck.

And I have work to complete first. Before I can even go anywhere to reclaim my wallet.

Fuck.

And I sm freaking tired. So I think I shall sleep. At 4 coz i've still got work.

Fuck.

I wish I am at home and didnt rush back here alone.

Fuck.

When will I misplace myself? What a freaking post.

Taking the lift is like watching a silent movie. The careful synchronization of eye avoiding (May God save you if you catches any eye! Im positive your head will KA BA BOOM within a millisecond if you do! Then your eyes will BOOM out of your head, roll on the floor and drop into the gutter, washed away by sewage). The artificial silence, save the rustling of fabrics (the clothes does the talking in the lift). The hushed glares at evil little gnomes whose threatening to throw up noises (Kids nowadays!Aiyo!).

But all those are not vital to a LiftExperience.

The part which NOBODY will ever miss is the Championship of First-Out-Of-The-Lift. Now that’s the most important part of the whole experience! What’s the fun of going through an agonizing 15s ride, enclosed in a cramped space smelling people’s odor without trying your luck at winning this Championship??

And if you think LiftExperience is tough, think again. Wait till you hear about the next event.

Getting To The BusStop/TrainStation.

Danger’s everywhere alright! Singapore has a low crime rate. BBBUUUUUUTTTTT low crime doesn’t mean no crime! Stepping out of the lift is easy. However, you have to learn to shield yourself from all the daggers attacking from all round you. There’s a saying, if you can’t fight it, join it! So if you cant come up with a more deathly stare, make sure your sight remains glued to the ground en route to the destination.

I repeat, GLUE YOUR EYES TO THE GROUND. This is all for your own good. Only when you have perfected a glare which puts X-Men to shame(like me), then should you challenge others to the staring competition(which I have won countless of times).

Moving on, there’s the FastestButtFirst.

Although this tests your limbs coordination, it does not necessarily mean you absolutely have to chop a seat by dropping your butt on the seat first!

Let me, the Guru, share an eye-opening experience with you. An old uncle wanted to chop a seat for his old butt to rest on. But as I say, he’s old. Of course he cannot outfight/outstep us youngsters. Therefore, he put his creative brains to use (Government says must use brains okies!). He blew a big salivary ah-choo all over the seat he wants. Effective I have to say. MOST efficient method by far.

However, I understand that it takes a lot of lung power, a good aim, a strong determination and quick thinking to be able to accomplish such a feat. Therefore, I suggest using MY method. Short, sweet, simple and easy.

First, prepare a piece of tissue. 2ndly, slowly cleanse one nostril with your forefinger (it’s the most flexible and depth-reaching finger). Repeat Step 2 using the other forefinger on the other nostril. Hold on to those precious gems clinging onto your fingers!

When the doors opened for boarding, dash in quickly and carefully spread your gems on, under and around the seats! You will be surprised at the area your gems can cover!

Now that I have covered the basics of TravellingTheSingaporeanWay, you can practice and perfect your skills. Its never too late to learn!

There's one last doramon bread left. I grabbed one on the microwave oven. But the ants are sharing my breakfast! When I told ChenPaPa, he told me ants are nutritious........-_-'' So much for saving the best bit for breakfast.




Great! Yesterday, after footing my bills for lingerie, he declared he should sell my closet off when we have no food on the table. Then he will sell me off coz "he has invested a lot". Should I tell him old man says I'm price-less?

Anyway I was digging for a bag, when I came across this bag of cookies from Jassy.



I forgot about it!!!! Its real M&Ms in cookie! Melt in your mouth not in your hands. Its such a lie anyway. My fingers becomes all colourful whenever there's M&Ms. Liar!

But this can't be found in Singapore or Tokyo and I don't know why. They are open for business isn't it? I'll be the Number One Fan if I can find it anywhere.

I don't know to tell my Brett its fine to repeat. Or that its okies to put his pride aside for a brighter future. Or it alright to just express any feelings whatsoever. Coz it isnt fine with me. How am I supposed to start when I know he's putting on a brave front but crumpling inside? How am I to advise when he stated what he wants? How am I going to console when he isnt opening up? Not to me at least.

In any case, we are going through as a family. Perhaps with time everything will be jolly again. And I'll get my rude boy of a brother back.

Moreover with his gf, things will tide over soon. I hope.