Swift Drivers Suxxorz!!!.

Bleah. I don’t know about you guys, but I sure do harbour some kind of disdain for Suzuki Swift drivers (essssspecially those with turbo!!! The yellow ones are also really bad!!!) on the roads.

They love to tailgate, even when I am going at 100km/hr on a relatively deserted stretch of highway. WHY ARE YOU MERE MILLIMETRES AWAY FROM MY ASS? If you find me slow, THEN OVERTAKE FROM THE LEFT LAH, NABEH!!!

They love to tailgate, and then swerve in and out of lanes dangerously close to your car and then speed up when you try to cut in front of them (of course I signaled properly!) and then slow down when you signal your intention to cut in to their lane BEHIND them.

NABEH NABEH! But the other day when Janise was in my car, she experienced the guai lan Barffie I was going at 100km/hr or so on AYE going towards Jurong and this idiot Swiiiiiffffttt decides to tailgate me (he was so close I couldn’t see his headlights in the rear view mirror anymore, and I almost could make out his face if not for the tinting) even though the road was very clear.

So I slowed down. To 80km/hr. Just as a bus was beside us on lane 2 (we were on lane 1 on the right) so he couldn’t overtake. And as he high-beamed me on the way out, I gave him a big grin and a cheerful wave.

WHEEE!!! TAKE THAT! He went out at the next exit. LOSER!!!

The other one is the new Honda Civic (1.8l that one lah!) drivers. BRRRRRR but that kind of drivers deserve another post on their own. BLEAH!~

What’s In The Barf Bag?.

I carry heavy shit around. Just like nadnut and Sheylara!

Here’s mine…

I go through phases with bags, and I use the big totes all till “death” do us part, but this one is going to last me a long, long time… (I hope!!!)
An Agnes B limited edition starry bag in Reeeeeed (my favourite colour) from the recent Tokyo trip… it’s my most expensive bag to date at S$138!!!!
The lovely cat bag charm is from Tokyu Hands in Ikebukuro when we went to Nekobukuro for the nekos!!!…

1. Wallet (a gift from Jeffwee)
2. Oakley Script Sunnies in a huge-ass hard case
3. “Emergency Pack”
4. Travel lint remover from Daiso
5. 500yen brolly to replace my old one from Tokyo also…
6. Subaru R1 Car key with 3 donuts as keychains
7. Kisslock Coin purse in red (also a gift from Jeffwee when he went Rockhampton for training)
8. Work phone - Sony Ericsson Z710i
9. 2 card cases (one for my namecards, one to store membership and discount cards)
10. Home keys (note the cat paw key-covers?) + DBS IBanking device + tiny Bourjois lipgloss from Seekee!)
11. Work pass x 2 (holder from Mu-ee!) + 8GB Sandisk thumbdrive
12. Personal Sony Ericsson K630i phone used to take this picture lor.

My so-called “Emergency Pack” inside the *ehem*Tokidoki*ehem* pouch:
1. Primapore bandage (for wet wounds!)
2. Tweezer
3. Anna Sui Classic in a small bottle
4. Chapstick lip balm
5. Contact lens solution
6. Plaster
7. Zyrtec (for my cold hives when they strike)
8. Charcoal pills (leftovers from previous tummyache attacks)
9. Lomotil (also leftovers)
10. Eyedrops
11. Pantyliners (not shown )

1. 4GB iPod Nano [2nd generation in product(red)] with Sony in-canal earphones (also red!)
2. Western Digital 320GB hard-disk (for lifesaving music)

Whee!

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Sunday LazeFazeDaze.

Yeah so the boy is out playing tanks with the other grown-up boys.

I am home, trying not to let the losses that I got in Sushido on Viwawa get to me.

The cats are snoozing in the afternoon heat.

The fan is at full rev.

My laptop is heating up quite nicely on the bed.

And I am nursing a little headache.

Should I sleep some more?

TCM is For You and Me!.

Been having a little kind of cramp in my stomach lately. Those that suddenly jumps up and SQUEEEEEEEEZE at your insides. Or someone poking a few holes with a satay stick. Or a penknife running amok in my Nuclear Combustion Plant.

You get the idea.

Basically, I do have a bit of weak digestive system. Sometimes I have runny tummy contents just.like.that. Plus had a few years of having irregular meals so things just didn’t do so well.

And I am actually secretly worried that I have inherited something from my father.

He had colorectal cancer many many moons back. And it sort of killed him. It’s the #1 cancer in Singapore, if I got my facts right. But whatever cancer it is, it’s all the same difference.

So my colleague recommended this Chinese Medicine place at Geylang, whom she and a few others visit often. The old uncle is very good lah, basically. The reason why I decided to make a trip down to try this out, it’s because I would like to try a more holistic method to “adjust” my bodily malfunctions.

Need to read up more about it. However, it still boils down to self-discipline, as I would need to control my portions when it comes to meals. Smaller portions, more meals throughout the day. I heard it’s helpful for controlling the weight as well. It’ll help with the acid reflux issue also.

More later.

Koff Koff.

KOFF KOFF KOFF… KRROOOOFFFF KrrrrrrRRRrrrRrrrooOOOFF… KOFF KOFF… KOFF

It’s been a long time since I’ve had a cough this persistent. Each time I breathe through my nose sends an itchy signal down the throat and then before I even know it, it’s koff koff time again.

Sometimes with phlegm, sometimes without. It doesn’t matter as long as it doesn’t affect my speech. Yet.

I took a day off to rest at home only to be given a MC by the doctor. Maybe I can take another day off, another day!

Work has been piling up for me, so I’ll have to clear this week before even considering scooting off from work.

Bah I’d have to stop spraying on the screen with every koff. Dammiitttttt!