It must be nice to be able to sing a song like Mariah Carey’s Always Be My Baby with confidence and actually mean it.
I know that you’ll be back boy, when your days and your nights get a little bit colder.
I know that you’ll be right back babe, baby believe me, it’s only a matter of time.
Tell me the word excite looks strange to you now. 
“I excited this document. I cited it last time but now never cite already. :D”
OK serious. Let me tells you what is excitings.
Mushroom Strudel.
It’s sold in SwissBake in Takashimaya. They have very decent German rolls too. 
I suspect Soup Spoon gets their (nicer) rolls from there.
Easy Cheese.
An unexciting looking cheese bun from Bread Talk that is excitingly satisfying.
Got cheese cubes inside!!
The price of Bakerzin cakes.
I never realised the price of one cake was 7 bucks!
The insidious thing about eating Bakerzin cakes at Bakerzin is that you subsume atrociously high cake prices into the ambience, chair/table/plate/tray dirtying charge, aka service charge, GST and other blah.
But at Taka’s takeaway counter?! WTF.
Investopedia’s Stock Simulator.
I am losing money but it is still very fun. Probably because it is fake money. HAHA.
I hope you are feelings exciteds now.
Starting work before 9am should be illegal.
One fine day I shall take over the world and declare that no office is to open before 10am. All overzealous people who show up earlier shall be punished! Wahahaha.
Sleep. Is. Necessary.
And I don’t care that that abbrieviates into SIN.
SHAGGGGGG.
I wonder why Lady Bikes are called Lady Bikes.
If a lady rode that everyday she’d be sure to get thunder thighs.
Which is not the point of riding a bicycle; the point of riding a bicycle is to get those slim svelte thighs that the OSIM iBike (bloody Apple Spoof) promises you.
Hence I have decided to take my ancient mountain bike which was bought at the startling price of $70 (yes $70 bought a very basic mountain bike back then; inflation, wot?) back to the shop to get the chain and seat changed the bike stand fixed.
Probably not tomorrow though, I have a ton of things to do. Like kaopeh the Apple people about why I’m taking my Macbook to the service centre for the 5th time in 2 weeks after the hard disk was replaced. Poo.
I am sick and tired of having to reassure myself that everything’s going to be alright, of steeling my mind to not think about useless things, of being mature, of gritting my teeth when I’m angry, of the benefit of doubt, and of presenting a smiling face to the world everyday.
I AM FUCKING UPSET AND I’M BEING IMMATURE ABOUT IT RIGHT NOW, SO THERE.
I would like to be a screaming wailing baby for a little while, so
just. Go. AWAY.
I am going to get a bicycle.
One of those cute things with a huge basket in front to put shopping in, or alternatively, where my dog can sit since I dunno how to balance with him running alongside. he’s too old to keep up with a bicycle anyway.
Randomly: This is where to get the moste excellente durians and durian puffs/mousse/cakes (basically it depends on what the owner felt like making that day):
41 Telok Kurau Road.
The shop doesn’t have a signboard. It’s next to this JK Don place with a yellow signboard and looks like a disreputable little durian store. I’m not sure if the address is correct, basically just go down Telok Kurau until you see JK Don/stacks of durians lah! It’s near East Shore Hospital if I’m not mistaken. They open only at night, fyi.
It beats Goodwood’s durian confectionery flat, so please go and try. No preservatives summore!
All sorts of little things irritate me these days.
Thank God for the people who put a smile on my face.
It’s true that mindless muscular activity brings on a sharper state of mind.
But it only lasts as long as the activity lasts. My brain shuts down after.
I did, however, realise something important today while swimming.
My world’s the right way up again.
I bought Karen Millen loafers today. They are yummy.
Talking to Caits makes me feel like I’m actually sane.
Even though I’m being driven mad by work and personal life blahblah.
Not that work is really all that stressful, it’s just draining.
And the fact that my weight is stagnating does not make things happier.
I need another Japan trip to R&R and lose weight. :p
I also need taxi drivers who are less know-it-all and self-righteous about them and their ideas.
They make my blood pressure increase. Which is probably a good thing, since according to Ms Doctor-to-Be, I’m suffering from LBP.
L.O.L.
Pilates are yay.
Taitais, on the other hand, are not yay. Who goes for Pilates classes fully made up man?!
Ettu Sais Zero Pore compact is a LIE.
Ginger Snaps are only 53 calories per biscuit.
Risse has gorgeous NineWest shoes.
Tokyo Chicken Stew has got to be the best soup ever created by the Soup Spoon.
I MISS JAPAN.
