remember your passport

i totally forgot my passport this weekend.

took a train to jurong piont and discovered that
everyone there were either malaysians or chinese nationals!
and this was in the lost city of boon lay!

this place was packed!
exits from the train station was in one direction to control the crowd.
the bus interchange was inside the mall. air-coned.
no high end boutiques.
but everyone were carrying bags from the shopping they did.

from haagen dazs to lai lai casual dining,
john little to tokyo town shop,
2nd hand video shop to golden village cinema!
its all,well almost, HERE!

jurong point is huge.
and they are busier than ION, 313 and Orchard Central
all put together in any one weekend!

just remember your passport.
cos i definitely felt like a tourist there,
and that's a good feeling.

tiger woods. jack neo. jesse james.

tiger woods. jack neo. jesse james.
men who sleep with other women.

why is the main question.
answer is the one thing they don't have.

sorry is what they say.
caught is what happened.

hurt is what they've caused.
remorse is what they feel.

sad is what i think.
glad i'm not married.

tiger woods. jack neo. jesse james.
the list can go on and on and on and on...

get married?

what's it like wanting to get married?

a friend of mine who works at TANGS told me today
that her mom thinks its time for her to start dating guys
who are potentially the marriageable type.
to my surprise, she thinks her mom is right!

did i mention that my friend is only 25.
so why the rush?

here's what i came up with.
25. meet a guy this weekend.
hang out for 1 nite.
date for 6months.
see is he husband material.
date another 6 months.
wait for to proposal.
wait another 1 year.
the proposal is popped.
the engagement.
apply for house. wait another 3 years.
a 3 year headstart to plan the wedding.
guestlist. wedding gown. honeymoon. suit. ang pow.
bridal car. restaurant or hotel. sisters. in-laws. panadol.

by now she's at least 31.
there's still the newly married life first.
so that is another 3 to 5 years before the baby comes.

yah.
so maybe her mom is right.
or maybe she should have started wanting to get married at 14,
like most malay girls.

how do i say this...

how hard is it have basic courtesy and be polite?
apparently its hard.
and from where i see, its just too much effort.

i am BIG on taking public transport.
MRT. Bus. Taxi. and the Lift.
its also because i don't have a driving license.
and, i am a people person.
i know, its hard to believe,
BUT I AM!

so imagine my surprise when the people i transit with are,
how do i say this...
STUPID.

there are people always standing at the doors of the train
staring at you when you are trying to get in.
i have to wriggle my way thru the crowd just to find a spot and
then be showered by the super stench of body odor!
notice how people sitting down are always asleep
whenever there are old grandmothers, women with toddlers
or aunties carrying 200 bags enter the train?!
how about the young lovey dovey couple who look like they are joined at the waist,
moving an inch would result in doctors rushing in to save their lives due to the blood lost!

its the same love story in buses.
passengers love the driver so much its like watching Jack & Rose hold on to each other as the Titanic sinks.
have you ever tried getting these people to move to the rear?
please!
you'd have a better chance of reviving Jack who's drowned by now.

i live on the 6th floor and i take the lift all the time.
sometimes i am alone.
other times my neighbors take them too.
but most of the time no one ever holds the button.
how difficult is it to hold the lift doors when neighbors are rushing in?
so, i have learned to speak my mind.
i say things like...
" Oh! must have been a long day.
it can be tiring to hold the button..."
" broken nail?..."
" they probably don't have lifts in Philippines..."

Mm... maybe i'm not much of a people person.