Always remember to dare.

Went up the Singapore Flyer on Saturday night.

I think I’ve been to too many ferris wheels, that I no longer know how to appreciate the view. Or perhaps, it’s because the view in Japan is much nicer than it is here. I also reckon that the view would be better once the IR is up. Because all I see now are cranes, cranes… And more cranes.

Before boarding the Singapore Flyer, we went for the Fish Spa. Everything also must try once!

It was extremely ticklish for the first few minutes. I was clenching my toes because I hated it when the fishes went between my toes! I’m so afraid that when I’m trying to move my toes, I’d squish one of them fishes, and be called a murderer. Hur!

The ticklish-ness… I couldn’t get used to it. It was only til the last 5 minutes or so, that I got a little used to the ticklish-ness. And that meant not watching what the suckers were doing to my feet, else I’d get squirmish again.

$26 (or was it $28?) for half an hour of…. Being eaten. Quite fun actually. Feet’s smoother after the half an hour. Or if you like being tickled, try it. But then again, you pay me $26 I’ll tickle your feet with a feather for half an hour lor. I’d even throw in the feather for you to take home and smell display.

If you’re wondering why I’m not working yet, keep wondering. Asking won’t get you an answer, because I refuse to answer and explain myself.

And if you’re wondering about the cash flow, it’s flowing alright, at a good rate too. No no, I’m not spending. Money’s coming in!

And no, it’s nothing illicit! I still have to contribute to CPF lor. *grumbles grumbles*

IF you’re still wondering what I’m talking about, don’t bother asking also. Hahaha!

I’ve decided to keep certain aspects of my life under wraps. You can ask ask ask, even my parents don’t get answers from me sometimes.

I’m a secret agent.

Not.

Really.

I’m having a pain in my neck. Literally. Left side of my neck hurts. Actually, it’s more annoying than it is painful.

I think my neighbours are cursing me for blasting my music ever since I’ve gotten new speakers. Everything’s about bass baby!

I’m being banned from putting on makeup. Ok… Not exactly banned.. But discouraged. Actually, it’s very hassle-free too. I like! Wake up, wash up, good to go. And I also found a new way to utilise the extra 10 minutes I usually spend on putting on makeup.

Go figure.

My sister’s growing into a fine lady. Fine in a sense that for every dirty thing that comes out her mouth, I’d love to fine her 10 cents.

I’d be rich.

Ok lah… She still has the innocent side of her. Acting innocent is her forte. Muhahaha!

I should stop talking about her coz she’ll read my blog and probably put a cockroach in my room while I’m out.

Oh wait. She already sort of did that in the toilet.

The US dollars is weak now, figure it’s a good time to go to the U.S of A. But we’re keeping that plans for a couple months later. Hopefully the US dollars stay weak.

And hopefully the prices of everything goes down too. Petrol is crazy. Even Hans increased the price of their apple pie! By 30 freaking cents!

Don’t want to buy already.

Mustafa has some really cheap and good stuff. I should emphasize the word some… Although I don’t really fancy going there too often. If you have to ask me why, you suck.

The brownies my aunt brought back from the Philippines are the bomb! I’m craving for them now. *drool drool*

I’m so not happy with the Malaysian Dreamgirl result. Ewww. That woman actually won.

Ew, ew, ew.

I agree the show should be named “Her Family’s Dreamgirl”.

Ya ya, I watched MDG. Quite addictive actually.

I was actually rooting for Jay or Fiqa. I love Fiqa! She’s so versatile! And Jay, I think she has everything a model should have lah. Tall, and she can carry any look.

Ok, so in other words, they’re both versatile.

Was quite surprised when Jay and Ringo were dropped. Basically, I was quite shocked that one of the Top 3 girls were actually there.

Why ah? Every pose she does is like she’s sulking.

Sulk sulk sulk.

I haven’t been clubbing for the longest time. I haven’t drank for the longest time too. Ok, excluding the bottle of Moet & Chandon The Boy and I had, I haven’t drank for the longest time.

By drank, I mean the drink-until-I-am-so-friggin’-high-or-puking-my-guts-out kind of drink.

Actually, I don’t miss it. (Evil twin: Hm.. Really?)

Shuddup evil little one.

I haven’t been shopping and spending much too. Mainly because I’m saving up for more important things in life.

(Evil twin: Like LV.)

SILENCE!!!!! I KEEL YOU! (Go watch Youtube “Jeff Dunham” and his dead suicide *debabomber*, Achmed. It’s so funny.)

No evil bitch. For a house and a dog The Car.

I’m thinking of getting inked again, again, again, again, and again. (Hahaha!) The Boy said I’m gonna end up being a drawing block. I think so too.

I’ve actually gotten compliments for my tatts! Especially the one on my lower back. The foreigners I worked with were actually impressed that I could pronounce that line, explain to them what it meant, and even name the guy who came up with that line. They actually tested me.

Ello…… I won’t go and get a tattoo and not know the meaning lor. It’s like someone getting a Japanese Kanji tattoo like ”馬鹿”, and walking around flaunting it, without knowing the meaning. It means STUPID you stupid cow.

Anyhoo…. The Boy and I went to a Chinese sinseh once, and while the sinseh was massaging my knee, he told The Boy: “Eh, you go and get 5 stars lah, then you can win your girlfriend already.”

-_-”

You go and get one big star, can win my 4 stars already lor.

And I’m gonna change the color of my wrist tatt. I’ve decided to get it black since the current color ain’t working out the way I want it too.

In the end, black’s still the best and most reliable.

My neck is still annoying me.

Along with a few other people.

Heh.

I’d quite like to, and rather punch the daylights out of you than to talk to you. I mean, if I’m going to waste time talking to you, I might as well use that time and punch you.

Either way you’re taking up my time.

SILENCE! I KEEL YOU!

Ya.

Like those people on the streets, especially Orchard. Talk talk talk, I walk away, you walk walk and talk talk. I wave you away, you still talk talk talk. Best.

SILENCE!!!!! I KEEEEEEL YOU!!!!!!!

It’s not only those people on the streets. Cases in other scenarios too.

Phoar. I feel like laughing out loud now.

Because hor, somethings in life are just so stupid, illogical, unreasonable, absurd, and best of all, unfair.

And we’re all chasing them.

And we’re still doing them.

Vicious cycle I tell ya.

I’m going to laugh my ass off now.

But before that, I’d like to ask you a coupla questions. I’d appreciate if you give reasons too. And yes, answer only if you’re bored out of your mind. If not, just pretend I’m talking to my evil twin.

1) Would you rather slog your guts away for half your life, and enjoy the other half OR slog three-quarters of your life, and enjoy your last quarter, assuming everything is a 100%. (Note the italics! It’s there for a reason lor.)

2) If you were a surgeon doing an open brain operation, and there was a bomb just waiting to explode in the next O.R, would you evacute when told to, or continue operating on your patient despite evacuation orders? (Yes yes, scene from Grey’s Anatomy, which I’m so addicted to.)

3) What would you answer to the statement “The grass is always greener on the other side”?

4) Logical thinking, or following your heart/instinct?

5) You think women think logically, or more on following their heart/instinct?

*Raises one eyebrow*

Can’t wait to see answers, if there are any to start with. They’re not trick questions. I especially can’t wait for answers to number 5. That doesn’t mean you don’t answer that on purpose and deprive me!

// Oh Kimmies, thanks for introducing that online shop to me. But me no likey those stuff. How? Wanna donate your clothes to me?

And Jie, you trying to be funny? Singapore where got four seasons. If there is, when’s winter? Oh I know. Winter’s in my room, with the air con on.

Or you can also go to any shopping centre with full blast super cold air con. That’s Singapore’s winter at its best.

And about the “why I’m not working” thingy, read this post again.