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Discovery of the Day :
My glorious speeding fineS that were sneakily hidden between papers. Latest tabulation : SEVEN UNPAID FINES. I dare not sum it up. Besides, I am still trying to figure out where the traffic department in Johannesburg is. At least one thing for sure, we know where my year-end bonus is going to!
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On the brighter side, I'm looking forward to becoming this festive season's social-caterpillar. No Manalo Blahniks or Jimmy Choos needed. I'm not going to ostentatious LA. We are talking about Singapore - a place where the 'Mango' look is buy one get ten free whilst 'Charles and Keith' reigns most girls' Imelda-Marcos collection. I'd better redeem myself now before I get shot. Ok! I admit I used to buy Charles and Keith when it first came out. But in usual cheap mass production fashion, style and brand overkill resulted in instant-death.
Fashion in Singapore is double-suicide.
True Guts (applicable globally) : The courage to display overflowing guts with a crop-top with a one-size-smaller-than-your-true-size bottoms. For the love of all possible blindness to living creatures alive, COVER IT UP!
Oxymoron : I'm no fashion icon. I'm a downright sloppy dresser.
(Fact : I do not give infinity hoots. My job is to make people look good, not myself. My trade gives me the license to criticise. Ha! )
As usual, I've deviated.... Ah yes! Social Caterpillar. So let's see, I arrive on Friday morning 0900hrs, leaving on Monday - err... just remembered, need to change flight time.
Mental note 1 : Must change flight time.
That's gives me about 72+ hours to vegetate in coffee-shops, indulging in ice coffees and ice lemon teas. I'd better bring Mr Potty with me. Ice lemon teas reduce one's bladder capacity.
Mental note 2 : Must bring potty. No. I'm only joking.
FIZZYFISH : You guys changed your minds about getting the pool table yet? I did promise I would be happy to make that my bed.... Oh yes... and I'll be getting my boring-ever-the-same choice of Absolut Vodka, right? Has Goliath gone straight yet? Just remembered something else.... need to go get those cutie baby stuffs I told you about the last time. Will do it sometime tomorrow I hope it is still there.
REAL Mental note 2 : Must get baby stuff tomorrow.
Fizzy is really pregnant.
Not another dog-talk.
She IS pregnant.
Human Baby.
Not dog baby.
And I am going to be baby girl's faraway Suffleophegous-Godmother.
Talking about baby girl... have you guys thought of a name yet?
Coochie-Coo talks aside.
A Thank-You Moment
I have started to receive feedbacks on my blogs. A HUGE thank you to those who have made an effort to read my hideously long stories and bothered to emailed and/or left a comment on this blog site. I really appreciate it - especially the encouragements. Never cease to amaze me how predictable friends can be.
I do have a surprise reader though. I was this close to bringing the house down during our discussion about my writings. It got me thinking just a teeny bit.... I am sure there will be others who would have drawn similar conclusions.
And then, inspiration hits home.....
I hold nothing against what you have said nor am I offended, Mr H.R.. I just can't resist the urge to exploit your comments and do my little add-ons.
Comments on Comments :
Tirades of Singleton -
I can't remember the exact quote but somewhere along the way was a quick in-depth analysis of me in the write-up. This is the after the psycho-analysis bit - "This is very good promotion material to sell that you are single, frustrated and desperate."
I did expect certain psycho-analysis will be made but sugarpie honeybuns! I ain't no Shakespeare nor Jane Austen! This is not a literature textbook. It is bitch-off-the-finger-tips type of writing. General references, nothing too-deep and nothing to be analysed. It is that simple.... ok... except certain jokes where stretches of wit might be required.
And just for the record, no, I am far from frustrated (only frustrated by THE QUESTION - there is a difference) about being single. And no, not desperate either. Will still be happy to be a happy pruney spinster furiously typing behind this screen - maybe not this screen. Who knows what sort of high-tech monitors will be available then.....
If I want to advertise, I would rather paste '1900-' posters. At least I'll get paid.
But then again, maybe I'll have to pay instead.
"Everything you write about is about you! You are so full of yourself. But I like it"
Excuse me, but isn't this is MY blog? Of course it is will be about myself. Call it.... self-centred. To a certain extent, I guess you can call it narcissitic as well.
That was my other also-but-even-more-evil half talking.
Truth is, I have only just started this blog thing. I will probably at some point do some other write-ups. In the meantime, I need to get this going... And if it means just me, myself and I, so be it.
Ahhhh yes.... full of myself. Heard that alot of times - relevant terms : conceited, arrogant. Better arrogant than self-deprecated.
Why do you think tennis fans love champions like Roger Federer (World #1) and Marat Safin (World #2) - apart from their fantastic tennis playing?
They both have one thing in common.
They are both arrogrant and funny.
ROGER FEDERER (when he won the ATP Masters Cup) :
"What can I say, this is an unbelievable end to a fantastic season," said the Swiss champion. "It started off at the Australian Open and just kept on coming."
"There's only a few, I can quickly run through them, so that's nice. Like Nadal, and he played fantastic and I was still sick. Henman played fantastic as well in Rotterdam. Berdych surprised me maybe a little bit at the Olympics. You know, Guga at the French, he was just a better player, as simple as that.Where else did I lose? Hrbaty in Cincinnati, yeah, not so easy. I should have won that match but lost it.So I had, yeah, a fantastic season so...I've never run through so many losses so quickly."
Now that's what I call sheer arrogance!
But if anyone could win matches like he could, who wouldn't be arrogant?
MARAT SAFIN :
"It's been disgusting. Right now, I'm impressing myself with how badly I'm playing."
"You've got to show the people you've got something between your legs, you're not just a pretty face"
"I just became a fighter whereas before I was a disaster"
"you think about dinner, your car, playing golf and sometimes I thought about sex? But these thoughts don't have to get out of control, otherwise the point, the set or the match got lost very fast."
"Lady, can you speak up a little bit -- Indianapolis is a little bit far from Europe, so I can't hear you."
(The Quotables of Marat Safin - I highly recommend reading it. There are more hilarious quotes in there)
So tell me again, arrogance or self-deprecating?
"I realised something.... you never talk about what you do and why you travel. It will be soooo interesting to read about the people you work with, the people you deal with... I would love to see what names and the kind of things you would write about me... You should write about the Closet Gay..."
Yeah. It is on my agenda. Closet gay? Perhaps. Anyhow, I will need time. I've only been doing this blog thing for less than a week. As much as I can sit here day and night to write, it will require months to cover a wider scope of topics.
Hint : You will need to find the passage to these stories. Abit of logic will bring you there. Look beyond what you see for "all that glitters is not gold".
As for what I do and why the travels? Fair enough. I didn't really think it was necessary. But I'll give some thought to that and perhaps talk about it in my next log. This one is extending long enough.
"This is like opening the door of "A Yuppie Traveller"
I hope so! I like the sound of that... A Yuppie Traveller. But first, I will need to promote my credit cards to gold status, start travelling first class and only stay in five-star hotels. I'm still at Blue Card, stuck in Economy Class and staying in don't-know-how-many-stars hotel.
Not very yuppie I'm afraid.
It is a nice thought though.
As far as my memory stretches, I think I am more like Nanny-Traveller. I forgot to check when Baby-sitting was added into my job description.
Once again, nice thought.
"I was thinking of starting a "What I think of Chooeypoo" webpage."
Fabulous idea! What about making it like a "I Hate Barney" website sort of thing? Slam away! I don't mind. Or we could always make it simple. Could always start by clicking on the comments button below and let the fingers do the talking. Or even on the little tagboard. That could be quite fun actually. I really don't mind. Do it!
Just make sure the slammings are your true opinions about me. No offense will be taken.
Who would like to get the party started?
This is pretty much for now.
Alas! How the time has flown.
It is just past midnight.
Countdown to my flight.......
2 comments:
Hey there! Love rading ur blog... but must remeber to sit properly on chair to avoid falling over with laughter! Yes, I know abt that Charles & keith shit. I'm now stuck on 1 pair of birkenstocks for survival... no more heels and all that shit. Just my hobo birkies. Boo Hoo.
So MIA auntie snuffy (the name's too long to type!) hurry back while Goliath's still straight!
Saw the photo of your Birkenstock. Great comfy footwear to have. Trust you to have those girly designs... how well it will match baby stuff. I've got something for you too but not showing that one. :)
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