You can Run but You can’t Hide

Had a real harrowing experience on the MRT today.  After a belated birthday celebration with my cousin tonight, we decided to catch the train home as the cab queue was just way too long.  The minute we stepped into the train, i saw it.  There it was, quietly perched at the top of the entrance of the train.  It was watching us.  No one seemed to notice its presence.

I nudged my cousin silently & pointed at it.  She jumped.  Her reaction caused this girl next to me to quake in fear and bury her head in her boyfriend’s chest.  The train was packed.  It was a late train… close to 11pm.  My cousin and i weren’t sure what to do.  I told her not to panic. 

“Keep steady.  I will keep my eye on it.”

After 15min, my cousin asked me if it had moved at all.  I said no… it was still in the same spot.  Suddenly, i saw it moving!  My eyes opened wide in shock! 

“It’s feelers are moving… it’s flying!”

My cousin turned, saw it fly, and we “siam-ed”.  We traversed so speedily through the crowd that we moved from 1 door to the next in 3secs.

Bloody roach.

You can Run but You can’t Hide

Had a real harrowing experience on the MRT today.  After a belated birthday celebration with my cousin tonight, we decided to catch the train home as the cab queue was just way too long.  The minute we stepped into the train, i saw it.  There it was, quietly perched at the top of the entrance of the train.  It was watching us.  No one seemed to notice its presence.

I nudged my cousin silently & pointed at it.  She jumped.  Her reaction caused this girl next to me to quake in fear and bury her head in her boyfriend’s chest.  The train was packed.  It was a late train… close to 11pm.  My cousin and i weren’t sure what to do.  I told her not to panic. 

“Keep steady.  I will keep my eye on it.”

After 15min, my cousin asked me if it had moved at all.  I said no… it was still in the same spot.  Suddenly, i saw it moving!  My eyes opened wide in shock! 

“It’s feelers are moving… it’s flying!”

My cousin turned, saw it fly, and we “siam-ed”.  We traversed so speedily through the crowd that we moved from 1 door to the next in 3secs.

Bloody roach.

Loss for Words

There is the rare occassion when i’m actually lost for words.  Like when someone i’ve known for many years tells me that  had i not been so passive last time, things may have been different.  Different?  I doubt it.  Doesn’t matter i had a crush on him many years back.  He’s married now.  Besides, i really prefer just being friends and being able to chat no-holds-barred.  I choose to believe i heard him wrong.  Perhaps it was the alcohol.

Then there’s Airbus.  Yes, it’s back to square 1 again.  Why are we always at base camp?  Aren’t pilots supposed to check out at some point?  How many times do u need to go through simulated base checks to know that some things aren’t worth pursuing?  How many line checks does one need before reality sets in?

Sigh.  We need some fleet conversion course here.

Salsa Clubs vs. Other Clubs

Noticed a distinct difference between going to a salsa club vs. going to any other clubs.  When i visit a salsa club, i’m pretty confident that there’ll always be someone i know there, regardless of whether it’s a weekday or weekend.  It’s like u can walk in and there’s bound to be someone u know that u can join and just chill out with.  (Of ‘cos, ‘can join’ and ‘want to join’ might be very different things.. hehe… like there’s always Uncle H or Uncle F around right?  Hahahaha.)

But going to a normal club is so much more troublesome!  If u go to a club, it’s best to have at least 4 people or so… if to a pub/bar, then 2 would suffice… and as a gal, u juz can’t walk in there alone.  Somehow, it just gives off all the wrong signals.  It’s as though u’re just asking to be picked up… even if u’re not.  It’s not that i’m afraid of being seen by myself in public – i do that often enough.  I eat/shop alone at times when i’m too lazy to meet up with friends.  But somehow… going to a nightspot alone?  Just doesn’t feel quite right.

Which makes things very sad… ‘cos what if i want to go to a certain club/bar/pub just to enjoy the music and my friends don’t?  Most people won’t party on a weekday night ‘cos of work the next day… but… i’m ok with it?  Heh… that’s what we do in salsa all the time, no?  I mean… it used to be like Mon at Brix, Wed at Xenbar, Thur at Union, Fri & Sat at Xen/Union/Harry’s?

Sigh.. different culture, different rules.

Anyone wanna go HRC on Thur?

Police Fiasco

I decided to take a lift from my dad to the MRT station instead of driving to work this morning. From my house, the usual route would be turn out onto PIE (towards Jurong) and take the first exit, which is Simei Ave. This morning, there was a police car parked half across the Simei slip road, with its hazard lights & the blue police lights flashing. There was no policeman anywhere to be seen. My dad paused next to the police car then decided that perhaps it may have broken down & so he turned into the Simei slip road.

When we reached the bottom of the slope (the slip road’s on a slope), we saw that a taxi had crashed into the rail guard and was totally blocking the path to the main road. A lone policeman emerged from behind the wreck and started shouting at us. He asked why did we turn into the road when his car was “blocking traffic”? My dad said that there was no indication as to what happened and he thought that the police car had broken down.

The policeman was obviously offended by the thought that a police car could break down. He kept repeating in a raised voice, “What? My car breakdown? My car breakdown?”. Duh. It isn’t your car dude. It belongs to the Republic of Singapore. Plus, i really don’t think any car would be immune to breakdowns, police car or otherwise.

My dad was pissed by the rude tone of the policeman and raised his voice and said that he should have at least stationed himself at the slip road to give directions to traffic not to turn into it. The policeman shouted, “Then what about the injured person? Who’s going to attend to him?”.

This got my mom pissed too. So she went, “Then where’s the injured person?”. At this, the policeman replied (still shouting), “Convoy to hospital already!”. And my dad retorted, “If already convoy to hospital, then why u still standing here? U should be giving directions at the entrance to the slip road”

The policeman replied that if he left the accident scene, there would be “no one to guard the car”. I was thinking… huh? This is Singapore bro. I really don’t think u’ll see people looting from the wreckage right? Personally, sizing the white-haired and overweight Malay chap, i suspect he just didn’t want to trudge up the slope. He also kept shouting that he had left a sign to say that an accident had happened.

My dad then asked the policeman, “What do u expect us to do now?”. To which he shouted his reply, “U ask me what to do now? How i know what to do? U can drive in right? Then u reverse out the same way u came in lah!” (Seriously, i wanted to slap the person’s face. So damn bloody rude). My dad asked if he could help us since we would be reversing onto oncoming traffic on an expressway but no…. Mr. policeman had to “guard the car”. Never mind if we cause another accident at the top of the slope.

My dad was really pissed. He challenged the guy to show him the sign. At this, the policeman said, “Ok. I show u the sign”. So my dad reversed up the slope, while the unfit policeman slowly huffed & puffed his way up. Gosh. If i was robbed by a snatch thief, i think the chances of me catching the robber would be higher than that old chap but i digress…

Guess where was the sign? It was this small, A4-size sign that said “Accident” and it was placed on the boot of the police car… facing inwards (towards the pavement)! Sheesh. Even if anyone could see the sign from the road, u might’ve thought that the police car was the one that got into an accident. More shouting ensued. I thought the policeman was just way out of line. Was there a need to shout in the first place? Whatever happened to the image of the “friendly police force” the police have been trying to potray? Wait a min… actually i don’t need a friendly police force. I just need one with common sense & has the stamina to climb up a slope.

To sum it up…
My dad’s viewpoint was: If u need to block traffic, do it properly. There are always more than 1 policeman in a patrol car… so one of them should definitely be giving directions at the blockade. Even if there was only 1 policeman, then use some bloody cones or something so the public would know that u are trying to block the road. Don’t tell me there’re no cones in a patrol car.

The policeman’s viewpoint: I am a policeman. After sending the injured off in an ambulance, it is my duty to guard the car he left behind.

My viewpoint: U can’t out-talk stupidity. Can we just get to the MRT station already??

In the end, instead of going to Simei MRT station, my dad dropped my mom & me off at Tampines MRT station. Sigh. What a way to start the week.

Goodwill my Ass!

I’m really pissed now.  With myself.  I did the dumbass thing of forgetting to pay my credit card bills a 2nd time this year!  ARGH!  This time i got charged $90 for my 2 cards with UOB.  ARGH!!!!!!!!!  Really want to scream.  So pissed.  🙁  And it doesn’t help that $443.52 of the bill doesn’t belong to me but to someone who’s still using a service i signed up for long time ago, and my credit card’s being charged for this service.  Damn it!  That’s the end of my goodwill.  I hate it when things are not clear cut.  *Frowns*

Grrr….

Sleepless at 2:33am

Just did some silly online test thingy (yes, shibby – it’s from your site!) and here are my results:

The Priss
Deliberate Brutal Love Dreamer (DBLDf)

Mature. Responsible. Aristocratic. Excuse me. The Priss
Prisses are the smartest of all female types. You’re highly perceptive, and confident in your judgements. You’d take brutal honesty over superficiality any time–your friends always know where they stand with you. You’re completely unfake. Don’t tell me that’s not a word. You’re also excellent at redirecting internal negative energy. 

These facts indicate people are often intimidated by you. They also fall for you, hard. You have a distant, composed allure that many find irresistible. If only more of them lived up to your standards.

You were probably the last among your friends to have sex. And the first to pretend that you’re pregnant. LOL. Though you’re inclined to use sex as weapon, at least it’s not as one of mass destruction. You’re choosier than most about your partners. A supportive relationship is what you’re really after. Whether you know it or not, you need something steady & long-term. And soothing.

ALWAYS AVOID: The Playboy, The Loverboy
CONSIDER: The Manchild

Playing Catch Up

Am watching the Asian Games (Table-Tennis) on TV as i write this.  Sigh.  We’re losing to China (yet again).  Iceman says it’s to be expected… and even if we did win, our players aren’t Singaporeans anyway.  I say, “who cares?”  If we need to pay for a medal, so be it.  It isn’t a crime to have money and use it.  Sigh.  Damn it.  Li Jiawei just lost her 2nd set.  I wonder why she keeps persisting in using a top-spin tactic that leads to a smashing volley ‘cos her opponent is obviously stronger in smashing?  The few points she won were when she played bottom-spins that caused her opponent to hit the ball into the net.  Sigh.  Strange.  But then again… who am i to comment right?  I’m obviously just being smart-alecky since she’s in Doha and i’m sitting in front of my pc.

Another thing i really can’t stand is when the China players start shouting “hui!”, “chong!”, “sha!” everytime they win a point.  Like enough already right?  It’s so bloody uncouth.  Pui pui!  As though their lousy dress sense & hairstyles (actually Jiawei’s dreadlocky hair looks damn bad too) weren’t bad enough.  Do they need to act in such a boorish manner too?  Sigh.  I have a new strategy for Jiawei.  Perhaps she can just wear more bling, bigger bling, that’ll flash so brillantly that her opponents get blinded?  Good idea eh?

JIAWEI WINS THE 3RD SET!  WHOA!  WE’RE STILL IN!  CHINA HAS 2 SETS, JIAWEI HAS 1!  WOOHOO! YOU GO GIRL!

During dinner with my parents just now, i told my mom that i’m going to Malacca with my friends next weekend.  My dad started grumbling about how dangerous it was to drive, etc.  Wondered if i should just tell them that i drove to JB on Wed.  Heh.  My dad went on and on about how we must never take any unnecessary risks, and said how he never visits places in China if there’s any danger involved, no matter how attractive a tourist spot it is.

I knew it.  I got all my paranoia from my dad.  My fear of walking on drain covers, of bird shit hitting me, of never crossing the road diagonally (‘cos that increases the distance/time u’re on the road, thus increasing the chance of a car hitting u)… it’s all from my dad. 

Sigh.  I really can’t live like that anymore.  I’m just so sick of being overly risk averse that i end up never ever doing anything.  I’m still upset with myself for having accomplished nothing in the past 10 years. 

DAMNIT.  LI JIAWEI LOST.  CHINA LEADING 2 MATCHES, SINGAPORE NONE.

The only thing that i’ve done right is snaring my current job.  Other than that, i’ve done nothing to be proud of, gave up quite a lot of dreams and lost a couple of people that i really should’ve done more for.  Now, i’m sort of panicking ‘cos i’m going to hit the big 30 with nothing to my name, no fame to my game.  Sigh.  I’m upset.  Argh.

Iceman commented last night that i’m turning into quite the cheongster monster.  Aiyah… i think it’s just typical of me.  I usually take damn long to warm up to something (yeah, this time it’s 10 years… people start clubbing at 17, i start at 27)… but once i’m into it, i go full speed.  Just like when i was crazy over salsa 2 years ago.  I was out dancing like 4 nights a week?  Till i got so sick of salsa after the LA Salsa Congress and disappeared from the scene.  Heh.  I do have 10 lost clubbing years to catch up on right?  Plus, i’ve realised it’s not so much the alcohol u take, but the company u keep ya?

Argh.  Singapore vs. China in table-tennis is a lost cause.  Hope my playing catch up in life isn’t as lost a cause…

Pinky – I’m the Brain

dearest fans of Pinky,

i hear there’s been calls for me to appear in the limelight again.  my apologies for being absent for so long.  well, fame was taking its toll and i had to take a sabbatical. 😉

anyway, being the most popular bunny correspondent from the house of Uptown, i’m back here to report yet more incidents of cruelty towards us bunnies. 

that horrible chauffeur of mine has been busy with some project @ vivocity lately and he’s totally neglected our lunches.  instead of being given our nice fresh veggie at 1pm daily, it was been delayed till like 4, sometimes 5pm?  it was so agonising!  there was even one day when we had to skip lunch ‘cos my chauffeur was out doing his moonlighting job at vivo.  *aggrieved*.  i feel cheated for allowing my chauffeur & maid to do part-time work outside!

but i digress.  i wanted to tell u about my poor daddy, Muah Chee.  my chauffeur felt guilty about making us skip lunch right?  so he thought of letting my daddy into the front garden to play.  but my daddy had a miscommunication with my chauffeur.  he thought the chauffeur wanted him to go into the house to play!  so my daddy ran in… and ended up being locked inside the house for over an hour!

my daddy panicked!  he ran to the kitchen & cried to me for help when he realised that the front door was locked and he couldn’t get back into the garden.  but the back gate was locked too and i couldn’t help him get out!  daddy said he really really needed to pee & he didn’t want to soil the house.  i asked him to make some noise to alert the stupid chauffeur… and my daddy tried.  he jumped on some paint tins, knocked over some pails… but nothing brought my chauffeur down to my daddy’s rescue.

it wasn’t till about 1hr+ later, when my chauffeur was going out for dinner, that he realised my daddy was missing from the front garden.  unfortunately, when he went to the front garden to look for my daddy, he closed the front door behind him again.  so my poor daddy was still stuck in the house.  it was only another 20min later that it occurred to my chauffeur that the noise he heard earlier was caused by my daddy and he returned to the living room to look for my daddy.  by then, my daddy was crouched in a corner, legs crossed tight ‘cos he was controlling his urge to pee so badly. 

thankfully, my daddy controlled well & once my chauffeur opened the front door for him, my daddy dashed back to his toilet bowl.  sigh.  my poor daddy. 

anyway, i haven’t had much videos taken lately… my fur (around my butt mainly) has been shedding quite a bit.  not as photogenic as before somehow.  once i clear that, i’ll have my photos and videos taken again ya?  meanwhile, here’s a pic of my daddy with his compensatory carrots.

 

 

lots lurve,

pinky

Pinky – I’m the Brain

dearest fans of Pinky,

i hear there’s been calls for me to appear in the limelight again.  my apologies for being absent for so long.  well, fame was taking its toll and i had to take a sabbatical. 😉

anyway, being the most popular bunny correspondent from the house of Uptown, i’m back here to report yet more incidents of cruelty towards us bunnies. 

that horrible chauffeur of mine has been busy with some project @ vivocity lately and he’s totally neglected our lunches.  instead of being given our nice fresh veggie at 1pm daily, it was been delayed till like 4, sometimes 5pm?  it was so agonising!  there was even one day when we had to skip lunch ‘cos my chauffeur was out doing his moonlighting job at vivo.  *aggrieved*.  i feel cheated for allowing my chauffeur & maid to do part-time work outside!

but i digress.  i wanted to tell u about my poor daddy, Muah Chee.  my chauffeur felt guilty about making us skip lunch right?  so he thought of letting my daddy into the front garden to play.  but my daddy had a miscommunication with my chauffeur.  he thought the chauffeur wanted him to go into the house to play!  so my daddy ran in… and ended up being locked inside the house for over an hour!

my daddy panicked!  he ran to the kitchen & cried to me for help when he realised that the front door was locked and he couldn’t get back into the garden.  but the back gate was locked too and i couldn’t help him get out!  daddy said he really really needed to pee & he didn’t want to soil the house.  i asked him to make some noise to alert the stupid chauffeur… and my daddy tried.  he jumped on some paint tins, knocked over some pails… but nothing brought my chauffeur down to my daddy’s rescue.

it wasn’t till about 1hr+ later, when my chauffeur was going out for dinner, that he realised my daddy was missing from the front garden.  unfortunately, when he went to the front garden to look for my daddy, he closed the front door behind him again.  so my poor daddy was still stuck in the house.  it was only another 20min later that it occurred to my chauffeur that the noise he heard earlier was caused by my daddy and he returned to the living room to look for my daddy.  by then, my daddy was crouched in a corner, legs crossed tight ‘cos he was controlling his urge to pee so badly. 

thankfully, my daddy controlled well & once my chauffeur opened the front door for him, my daddy dashed back to his toilet bowl.  sigh.  my poor daddy. 

anyway, i haven’t had much videos taken lately… my fur (around my butt mainly) has been shedding quite a bit.  not as photogenic as before somehow.  once i clear that, i’ll have my photos and videos taken again ya?  meanwhile, here’s a pic of my daddy with his compensatory carrots.

 

 

lots lurve,

pinky