Alexandra Wallace

Recently an American blonde ranted about Asians and posted it on YouTube. I tell you, blondes and YouTube always create news.
Taken from nytimes
Alexandra Wallace is the student at the University of California, Los Angeles, who made the three-minute video seen by millions of people on YouTube in which she disparages Asian students for using cellphones in the library to call family members after the tsunami struck Japan.

Actually, I am not responding to her insensitivity. I think this video that Jimmy made is absolutely awesome!!


Have a good weekend peeps!

888GB iPad for RM9.80

From the The Star papers today:
GEORGE TOWN: In a store here, there is an iPad going for only RM9.80, a 13.3-inch dual-core processor laptop for under RM12 and an iPhone 4 for a mere RM2.

There is one catch, though – while anyone can buy it, only the dead can use it.

Angeli Choo, 43, a Chinese prayer item shop worker in Burmah Road, said paper replicas of electronic items are getting more popular with customers buying prayer paraphernalia for the Qing Ming Festival (Chinese All Souls’ Day).

“Customers want their dearly departed to be able to keep up with the latest in information technology (IT), besides the usual ‘luxury’ offerings of bungalows with maids and security guards, watches, designer bags and gold ingots. The ‘iPad’ even comes with a USB cable for charging and syncing,” she said.

Even the specifications are literally out of this world. While the current largest storage size for iPads in our world is 64GB, the “other world” users are already using iPads with an auspiciously whopping 888GB!

Miniature luxury cars and electrical appliances are also popular items, according to James Ong, a retail supervisor at the Bee Chin Heong prayer item shop in Kimberley Street.

“The Toyota Alphard MPV, BMW 6 Series and Mercedes-Benz S-Class are among the favourites.

“LCD television sets are also in constant demand,” he said, adding that most paper replica products were available within two weeks after the real stuff hit the market.

“Whatever people have and enjoy in real life, they want their departed ones to have,” said Lim Say Saik, a businesswoman who has been in the prayer paraphernalia business for over 20 years.

Families will visit their ancestors’ graves and clean up the tombs during the Qing Ming Festival which falls on April 5.

Lim’s catalogue of paper replica products rivals any hypermarket, with thousands of products in various categories, including food and beverage, clothing, cars, motorcycles, consumer electronics and even boats.

“You don’t have to worry when you die,” she said.

However, no information is available on Internet solutions and pricing for the afterworld.

Perhaps the ancestors will have to figure out their own monthly plans and device commitments.

***
Can you foresee the next headline?

"Dead relative requests to Add Friend on Facebook"

And please can someone start making Volkswagen GTIs?



ps. I respect the underworld, I really do, but I believe they have a sense of humour too... I hope. I apologize if anyone is hurt or offended.

Japanese Moms

From the news clips, videos and photos of the recent calamity in Japan, have you noticed how calm and composed the Japanese are? I have not seen one image of a person crying dramatically or in extreme distraught like some photos of natural disasters in other regions, those that always appear on the frontpage of newspapers. And they are so prepared and organized!

The day before the earthquake, I was having lunch at a restaurant, and there were two young Japanese moms and their toddlers, one each. Throughout my lunch, I kept glancing over to their table. I WANT TO BE A JAPANESE MOM! I tell you, if you were blindfolded, you wouldn't even know that there are people and kids at the next table.

Japanese stay-home-moms are awesome. And Japanese kids are awesome too. They are so soothing to watch! Imagine this. Fine dining Italian restaurant, OK. Two young ladies, with perfect light make-up, neat hairdo, garbed in pretty attire without any signs of food stains, vomit or drool, waltz in with their little ones in tow. They all settle their kids on the babychairs with minimal fussing and then they take their seats. Next, they go through their menus and make their orders. And then they take out cute lunchbags, and cute lunchboxes and juice cups. They even have a little case for their cute cutlery sets.

They open the lunchbox, and WORMS CAME OUT!! LOL, no lah. I wanted to eat their lunch. One had rice, looks like fried rice with seaweed or something with omelette on top. The other had rice and sauteed diced tomato and carrot. All in cute food containers. While waiting for their order to arrive, the moms feed their toddlers and chat. Very quietly. And the kids, did I mention they are awesome? One was a boy, the other was a girl. And they SAT DOWN AND STAYED THERE FOR MORE THAN 30 MINUTES. Do you know how amazing is that? I would have to administer chloroform to my kids to make them stay in their seats for that long! And noisy does not apply to Japanese kids. All I heard was a whimper or two, that's it.

SO. Spoonful by spoonful, the moms patiently feed their kids. There's no rushing whatsoever like what I see, you know the "C'MON, faster faster, quickly finish your food! EEEAAAAAAT!" Other than pretty clothes and cute lunchboxes, they seem to have all the time in the world. Motherhood and leisure do not come together but for Japanese, they do.

Their salad arrives. They dig in as well. The kids still have some food left, but the moms take their time to feed them. I also notice that they are able to place their lunchboxes IN FRONT of their kids while feeding them. Mine would end up in Kedah. The boy finishes his lunch first, and the mom puts back the little cute fork and spoon into the case, and puts back everything in the cute lunchbag. THE TABLE IS CLEAN. THE BOY'S SHIRT AND PANTS ARE CLEAN. HIS HAIR IS RICELESS. THE FLOOR UNDER HIM IS CLEAN. I wouldn't know what he ate if I didn't see him before this. If you see my kid, you'd know he just had wan tan mee (thank you black sauce). And you know what? He is still sitting on the same seat. Sure there's some fidgeting and movements like any other kid, but he is still at the same place. Do you know how amazing is that?

I will always remember this scene. So calm, so 'together'. And so inspiring. They are just amazing.

No...

...things are not so good around here. Japan earthquakes, tsunami, radiation leak threats. And I feel like shit. I'm supposed to waltz into the glorious trimester whereby I can eat like anything, have glowing skin and hair, and feel on top of the world, but I feel like shit. Yesterday, I cried because Bumbu Kampung played me out TWICE. I have been craving for their nasi paprik, and nasi campur but I got shit from them. Then the husband came home with chicken rice lunch and it was NOT from my favourite stall.

SHIT you Bumbu Kampung. I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you.
Another time and I'll issue you death threat.

I Left My Heart...

... at my sewing machine.

I have stopped crafting for about 3 months. And the withdrawal symptom is fatal. But then, I couldn't anyway because my body shuts down by 10pm. I really really miss sewing and stamping, and cutting papers and glueing papers and daydreaming at my craft office.

There's so many things I want to create, you have no idea how horrible it feels to NOT able to. It's like drug to me. How can I deprive my hands of what it's born to do! And with 3 kids in future, I don't know if I will still be able to do what I love. I feel depressed just thinking about this.

In the meantime, here are some of my favourite things.

Echino Car Black, Japanese cotton linen fabric.

Echino Red Scooter, Japanese cotton linen fabric.

Kawaii Pigs Japanese cotton linen fabric.

Natural cotton linen with printed scribblings and drawings.

Bicycle print from ChalkChalk

Do you love stamps? I ABSOLUTELY live for them. It's my favourite hand-printing method so far because of the wide selection of beautiful designs available in the crafting market, and it's so easy!










Can't wait to feel the crafting mojo back.

To My Dear Boys (About International Women's Day):

It was celebrated yesterday. If you're wondering what it's all about and how it became a special day, here it is.

When: Tuesday 8 March 2011
Where: Everywhere
What: International Women's Day (8 March) is a global day celebrating the economic, political and social achievements of women past, present and future. In some places like China, Russia, Vietnam and Bulgaria, International Women's Day is a national holiday.
Why: Suffragettes campaigned for women's right to vote. The word 'Suffragette' is derived from the word "suffrage" meaning the right to vote. International Women's Day honours the work of the Suffragettes, celebrates women's success, and reminds of inequities still to be redressed. The first International Women's Day event was run in 1911. 2011 is the Global Centenary Year. Let's reinvent opportunity for working women and all women.

Not easy being a woman today, you know. Especially when we're so educated and worldly, yet somehow bound by traditions and cultural values in Asia. Although we work as well, it seems like everything is our responsibility at the end of the day, the household, children and the husband. But I see that changing slowly now. More husbands are sharing more responsibilities at home and with raising the kids.

So, on this day, take a moment to appreciate the women around you :)

Sin-Chia-Pour

I get the best of both worlds, working in Singapore and living in Malaysia. Everyday, the causeway is the link to my two worlds.
Many people give me the jaw-drop when I tell them I commute daily. It's like hearing that I go through the birth canal everyday. Truth is, it is not as bad. Sure there's a bit of jam here and there, but look at our world now, jam is part of life. I heard people get suffocated getting to work by trains. Anyway, I'm trying to list down what are the things that come to my mind when I think of the country that is paying for my livelihood (I pay tax back ya).

In no particular order of preference:

CLEAN.

Structured and organized in many ways.

PAP wins.

Don't U-turn when there's no U-Turn sign. Calamity ensues.

Taxi drivers honk at other drivers, just because.

Taxi drivers charge the proper metered fare. No more, no less.

Sardine-packed MRTs during peak hour, with rude crazy people who stands near the door and refuse to move inside.

Orchard Road. Christmas lights.

DECLINING birth rate. Always thinking of ways to encourage marriage and babies.

Baby Bonus. Couples get money from government when baby is born.

RISING cost of living.

Everyone has either an iPhone, an iPod or an iPad, in most cases, all three. (Shit I'm one of them!)

Teenagers speak different language.

LOVES Korean drama.

SHOPPING.

Channel 5, Channel 8 and Channel U.

CLASS 95 Morning Show. Flying Dutchman, Glenn and Vernetta are like my morning coffee.

ERP. Beep!

Small country but never seem to run out of space to build condos.

Spotlight and Made With Love. LOVE the crafting shops and community here.

Online shopping. It seems safer and cheaper to get things delivered to Singapore than Malaysia.

Rich Indonesian Chinese tai-tais at Orchard.

Yellow noodles have the funny bitter aftertaste.

Superb dining varieties.

Japanese food is better here, according to the mummy dearest.

Shows, plays, musicals, concerts.

SAFEST city.

My awesome colleagues and friends.

Filipina maids taking dogs for a walk, or ang moh kid in stroller.

Pedestrian crossing. MUST STOP.

Trucks carrying foreign labourers.

Yong Tau Fu stalls exists in almost EVERY food court. Along with chicken rice stalls, economy rice stalls, noodles and dumplings stalls, Indonesian rice stalls, Korean kimchi and bibimbap stalls, Japanese food stalls, and Western food stalls. (for more atas food courts)

Cashcards, NETS and EZLink cards.

The zoo and night safari.

Cable car.

NTUC and Cold Storage.

Takashimaya.

Marks and Spencer.

Toys R Us. Cheaper here.

Will start queuing at 4am to get into Lego shop during special sale.

Will queue.

LASIK.

Salvation Army.

No Plastic Bags Day.

R.O.M. Registration of Marriage. Then buy HDB flat. Then hold banquet. Then have baby. Then play shares and stocks. Then buy condo for investment.

EXPENSIVE rental.

Gay bars.

Gyms.

Fast-paced.

Subaru.

Fancy cars.

Hmm... shopping?

I guess that's about it for now. Feel free to add.

Pregnancy and Bleeding

Nothing is scarier than seeing blood in the beginning of a pregnancy, whether it's a bit, a lot, fresh red or brown. It is not uncommon, and most of the women go on to have healthy chubby babies with ten fingers and ten toes, and WITH nails.

I had that scare for my first pregnancy. I can't remember which week it started but it was alarming. This kinda thing makes you freeze and not want to move. You just want to lie down and pray hard that you don't feel ANY discharge comin' out of your woowoo, you know, like your period. It is stressful and very worrying.

It went away after a few weeks, almost a month I think. It was just dark brown, like chocolate, and it wasn't much to the extent of soaking up a pad. I remember at one point, at my third month, we went for an emergency check-up at a GP clinic because my gynae's office was closed. For a GP clinic, he had the most hi-tech ultrasound equipment. For the first time, we saw Daniel's scan, CLEARLY (smooth low background noise, high contrast scan) and he was moving his hands to the sides of his head as if to cover his ears. I think he could hear the ultrasound frequency! Also, that was the day we found out that it was a boy. The scan resolution was so good that the doctor could detect two testicles. AT THREE MONTHS! We were impressed. He was honest with us too. He said when there is bleeding of any kind during the first trimester, it is usually diagnosed as threatened miscarriage. Sounds threatening. But as long as the fetus is OK (strong heartbeat), you just gotta hang in there. Crazy times I tell you.

Darren's was ay-okay. NO seeing red. Just the first trimester sickness. You know, the belching, the farting, all those sexy shits.

Fast forward to New Year's Day 2011. The double strip surprise. Then I had an unpleasant surprise the next day. There was a pink discharge, and I knew that was NOT a good sign. So I held my breath. Four hours later that night, there was blood, just like a light period, and I was prepared for the worst.I thought, if I didn't take the test, I would've assumed my period just came late and I wouldn't feel so scared shitless. I imagined I would be cramping soon, but I didn't. Trying to psycho myself that I'm just having a regular period, I went to bed. Maybe it was not meant to be.

The next day, with sweaty palms and supercharged heart rate, I lay on the examination bed as my gynae glided the ulltrasound probe across my lower abdomen to look for a miracle. We didn't see any because it was too early, thus too microscopic to detect. Then, he told me he was going to use the transvaginal ultrasound probe.

TRANS-WHAT?!!!

Yes, the woowoo again. Now this is common in Singapore practice I heard. But I never had it in JB. My previous gynae just told me to come back the next week when the gestational sac is bigger (and to earn more money from every appointments you have). This gynae now, obviously has the hi-tech one. I asked, "Do you really have to?". Yes. It is crucial to locate the site of implantation. Just in case it is ectopic (fertilized egg implanted at the Fallopian tube instead of the uterus, and this can cause major complications). So, very quickly, a sheet of condom was stretched over the probe which is probably as thick as an Ayamas sausage. And then no prize for guessing where it'll go. It wasn't that bad actually. Not painful at all. Just the initial mental discomfort. The little beginning of life was where it is supposed to be. IN my uterus. Good.

Back to the bleeding part. I stopped having the period-like bleeding actually. But nevertheless, it happened. I was given MC for 3 days and on it, written, threatened miscarriage, a familiar term to me. Fine. So the next week, and two weeks forward, and more weeks down the line, I had my follow-ups religiously, and the little life grew as it should be. A sac became a fetal pole with heartbeat, a fetal pole became an embryo, an embryo became a fetus, and just last week, it looked like a fully formed baby, with legs and arms, at 13 weeks. How amazing!

But I still see chocolate. It had stopped for few days but it always came back. And although I've had this experience, it is still worrying, but not as much as if it is the first time. We don't really know the cause, but from Mr. Google, I thought it could be subchorionic hematoma, gathering of blood between the membranes of the placenta and the uterus, or a blood clot in the uterus. That could be the reason why I'm discharging it slowly. And there's nothing you can do about it. All I can do now is minimize walking, carrying Darren and stop gymnastics. And I hope soon, the only chocolate I see is from my Cadbury pack.

I hope this is informative for those who are experiencing bleeding in their first trimester. It is no doubt very frightening but whatever will be, will be. Keeping an open and accepting mind is important. Like Daniel mooning at me that day -_-

Darren is One...

...this Sunday!

He has 6 teeth. You can't see the 4 upper teeth unless you do the facelift on him.

He climbs stairs. And the couch. And to the TOP of the couch.

He took his first two steps last night. It was surreal.

He points to wherever he wants to go or whatever he wants.

He LOVES food. And remote controls. And phones.

He puts his hand onto his ears like a phone when you say Hello?Hello?

He opens and closes his palm when we say Bye Bye!

He does a mild head-bang when he hears catchy music and when we say Dance Dance!

He loves to smile.

He is ticklish.

He enjoys going out. ANYWHERE out of the house.

He looks adorable when he cries.

He adores his big brother. It is mutual.

He is absolutely a charm.

Happy Birthday sweetiepie.

The Send-Me-To-Outer-Space Stick

This thing here is probably one of the few inventions in the world that has never failed to wreak a woman's nerves (and her man), whether it is a wanted or an unwanted outcome.
Do you remember collecting your SPM results? Or STPM results? Or receiving your acceptance/rejection letter to your University of choice? THIS is 100x more exhilarating and scary. It is THE examination result of your entire life! My heart had beaten so fast and hard that it thrusted out of my chest cavity ala Alien.

You know these things are so fast these days. In the instruction leaflet, it says wait for at least 3 mortal minutes. But in reality, the line becomes visible within nano-minutes. They're like GTI sticks! Before your heart even have the chance to launch itself out ala Alien, you will be able to see emerging line(s). Just like checking online Magnum4D results on your iPhone.

Now, your man was probably next to you the whole time but you never notice him. Your mind is SO focused on the stick that you don't want to see any other sticks at the moment.

This stick has given me some of my best and not-so-best memories. But I tell you one thing for sure, no matter what you felt then, after 9 months, it is THE best outcome you will ever experience.

Where is it where is it.

He'd be sitting on the floor and we'd be playing around him, rolling balls and pushing toy cars to him. A ball or a car would roll over under the TV console and then he would crawl fast towards it and halt to this position.

Where is it?

Where is it?

Happy End of Lunar New Year

Year of the Bunny-Wunny will bring peace and luck. That's what I feel because bunnies are peaceful pets and they are the luckiest zodiac sign, so they say. We ushered in the new year in JB again this year because of my ahem.. delicate condition. It was fabulous. I had the greatest reason to NOT do anything. And I was blessed with an abundance of good food cooked by my talented sister-in-law and my grandmother.


We mostly stayed home, enjoying the cool breezy evenings around our street.


FOUR generations on the same chair. Now THAT's radical.


It's nice to be home during the CNY :)

To My Dear Boys (About School Bullies and Suicides):

It's no joke. I get very disturbed when I hear or read news about youngters' suicides. It is a mother's greatest fear and sorrow. If one of you EVER do it, I swear on my beloved sewing machine that I will carbon-monoxide myself, hunt you down and wallop your cranium to pieces.

Really, it's no joke.

Suicide is still a rather sensitive topic despite its increase of late. No one wants to talk about it openly, and I think that is not helping the society at all. Like everything else, kids need to be educated on this. And like everything else too, a lot of factors lead kids to this path. One of them is school bullies.

They come in many forms. Most of them, without the horns and tail. But boy, are they devious. These soul-snatching asswipes are the mother's worst enemies. SO, please don't be a bully, or I swear I will wallop your cranium to pieces, and burn all your comic books. But if you are victimized by one, God help me, I will form a tribunal to bring 'em down. I told you I get very disturbed.

OK, I think there are mainly two forms of school bullies. First, the physical type. They use physical intimidation. They may or may not be bigger and chunkier than you but they have bigger guts. They DARE to wallop you. This, I can't help you. You can either fight back verbally with your brains but I reckon they won't understand, being ninkampoops that they are. But I'll let you in on something. I heard that once you fight back with gusto, they stop bullying you immediately. I have also heard of this advice given by a father to his son, "Don't fight, try to avoid it if you can, but if you gotta fight, you must win".

Second, the mental type. Ooohhh, this one is the real killer. They may hurl you words that sting and damage your self-esteem and confidence. They may make fun of you in front of the entire class, they may spread embarrassing stories or lies about you. And worse spread them on Facebook. Of course this is worst case scenario. I believe things won't get this bad. If it does, let me know. Another tribunal.

I end this with a quote.

First they ignore you,
then they laugh at you,
then they fight you,
then you win.
- Mahatma Gandhi

To My Dear Boys (A Little Surprise)

I felt like I broke a promise to blog more this year. Well, your dad and I had a little surprise on New Year's Day that sent me on an emotional roller coaster ride. That little surprise is now 9 weeks 3 days old, 1 inch long, and has a heartbeat of 160bpm. And that little surprise is also making me feel sick. So here we go again, the nausea, the reflux, the excessive salivating, the affinity to my bed and the whole caboodle of first trimester nightmare. Why can't I just skip to the part where I eat like a cow.

But this is the most important part I want to tell you. So please remember ok?

I will love you both as much as I have always been, if not, more.
There will be some trying times when I need to concentrate on one of you only, but trust me, your place is forevermore secured in my heart until the day it stops beating. No, no, even AFTER it stops beating.

OK? Luv ya heaps.

To My Dear Boys (About Women):

There will come a time in your relationship when your lady gets a little.... well, psychotic. To you, she is psychotic, but to a woman, she is tormented like a crab in boiling water. And the reason could be due to YOU not hugging her enough, and 328 other factors.

I don't know why, but women are complex creatures. At some point in our lives, not ALL the time, we fight with our inner-monster. It's like we have this complexity quota to achieve in our estrogenic lifetime. I, too, went through a psychotic phase with your dad. And strangely, I don't remember why. Well, could be due to him not hugging me enough and 328 other factors. And strangely also, I KNEW I was being crazy but I just couldn't control or snap out of it. But most of the time, after the phase has passed, I'd feel stupid. Childish, possessed, illogically stupid. And I'd end up with this, "Why oh why did I create a misery for myself".

So, just cut her some slack. She probably just wants you to rub her feet and say things like "Baby, I'm sorry I can't make things better, but just want you to feel better. Everything will be okay soon, I promise". Because almost always, it does.

Remember, a hug a day keeps the demoness away.

Where Am I

For the longest time, I've wanted this blog to mean something. It doesn't have a clear strong category. It's not about fashion, beauty, cooking, gadgets or cars. It's a bit about here and there, on kids, life and my crafting hobby. But no clear stand. I think a lot of blogs started out like this.

I'm going to start a series of letters to my children. Letters that tell them about the world we are in now, the world that they are growing up in. I hope these letters will also give them an insight into what their mother is like at her prime of her life. A lot of children don't know what their parents were like. I see my parents as they are now, as old people who are sometimes naggy, irrational and 'weird' but I'm sure they were not like this when they were our age now. I'm sure they were also active, spontaneous, fun, witty and full of positive energy and hope at the prime of their lives. But as little kids, we don't see it.

I hope when they are adults, this is one of the ways I can reach out to them. *dramatic orchestral music plays*

I end this post with a quote by Angela Schwindt,

While we try to teach our children about life,
Our children teach us what life is all about.

My 2010

1. I had a baby.


2. I had another baby.


Poh kai.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

I love my typewriter, my fabric collection, my stamps and my sewing machine.

Artistic Parenting

Do you know who is Jason Schwartzman? Do you know his actress mother Talia Shire? Me neither. I don't really care. But what got my attention was what I read about what he said on a radio interview, plucked from this blog.

"But, at a young age, what I really did witness, because she never forced it upon us, but I witnessed how movies and music can be nutritional, I guess, to a person. I would come home from school; she would always be downstairs with an old movie on. Every room in our house had a different book open, face down. There would be music on in one room, even though she wouldn't be in it, and she would kind of just go from room to room and pick up and read and go and listen and go downstairs and watch. She needs that. It's still the same way. If you go to my house, the same house I grew up in, she's there with movies on, music playing and books everywhere. And so I witnessed how important these things can be to you."

I guess you can't really teach art to your children, they have to witness it!

Since I became a mother, my world changed. My priorities changed, my perspective changed, and even things that upsets me or stresses me out changed, like when I lose my phone, I go "Heck, what's a phone anyway, I have a baby to NOT lose for the rest of my life!". And then comes the essence of my role as a mother.

What kind of parent would I want to be?

I'm not talking about disciplining and stuff, but yes, they do matter, but by and large, it's the things you want to teach them without teaching them. Imagine, your entire life is part of their education! So, I want to be a little bit like Talia Shire.

My boys will one day look back at all the stuff I had made at my little craft office at home and that will be their memory of me. How beautiful is that!

New CIQ, New Bridge

Me is impressed with government of Johor.

I took the bus into Singapore for two days just this week. It was my first time stepping into the shining new CIQ building and it feels like an airport! Law enforcers were patrolling the area, custom officers were always standing by to render assistance, cleaners are cleaning... and guess what I saw at the reception counters, help desks, customs&quarantine counters and whatever other counters they have there... guess, guess... give up? PEOPLE! There were actual people manning these counters all the time. In uniform, courteous, prim and proper, all ready to take you seriously if you need help. Awesome shmawesome.

There's another difference I noticed in these two days. The commuters, the crowd. They seem to be more civilized now. Even the labour workers who used to push, shove, cut queue, and spit. I used to think that these group of men are exactly like simple organisms with simple brain function, which is to get to their destination regardless of ANYthing in their way. Maybe there are still these 'organisms' around but I didn't see them at all :)

Another thing also about the crowd, are the ladies! Boy are they getting fancier and fancier! In fact I felt inspired to dress up. Last time you'd think twice wearing a mini skirt because some lowlife organism shoving and pushing to get into the bus might leer at you and undress you with his eyes. But it's so different now. You won't feel so visually violated anymore. More girls are wearing fakelashes and they have big eyes like Japanese lolitas, something along that line. I felt like I was in Hong Kong!

On the way to City Square, I peeked out and saw that the new bridge has finally opened for use.


*harps playing*

Everyday I pray for better days ahead, for everyone. Amen.