Fun for the whole family!

Alright..still not too much much going on in the hood for me...I went to void some urine in the Tompkins Square Park bathroom and saw that someone had hung up a fly strip in there..within 10 seconds it had about 50 flies on it, but hey-at least they made an effort to clean up the joint! I liked the fly had good vibes. I named it Venus. If they hung up about 50 more it may actually cut the fly population down in there by .000000001%.

Then, today I went to Connecticut and saw John's brother and his family who are in town from Sweden. We went to the aquarium where John and I had fun posing as sea life as you can see..BUT on the way there, I once again voided urine in the MetroNorth bathroom..and someone had hung up an anti-bird porn sticker in there! I haven't gone to the website printed on there yet because I'm hoping it's not a joke and that there is a group of angry people out there who think bird watchers are perverted. I couldn't agree more! These peeping pervs must be stopped! Same thing with people who have ant farms..stop watching ants fuck you creepy little saddle sniffers!

Anyway, it's finally hot out and I wore this tshirt my sister Robyn made me..I love the shirt but not sure I can deal with trying to explain to people what it means..If you watched sitcoms in the 80's then you know. If not, then you just think i'm nuts. Well, I AM nuts but at least I don't spy on birds doing it!

Independence Day

We had a great ride last Saturday with a great turnout. It was overcast and gray, but dry (finally!). Many thanks to Connie for the great route, which she rearranged at the last minute due to an event conflict on the Kennebec Rail Trail, and for the wonderful breakfast at the end of the ride. We had some discussion about making this mandatory on all future rides, but at the very least we may plan a variety of breakfast rides in the near future. This week we return to a tradition - the Fourth of July ride in Sidney. I can't say where June went but July is finally upon us, and Jim Putnam has a great ride for us to start the month with. If we don't see you on Saturday, have a great holiday weekend.

Saturday, July 4th, SIDNEY:

"Independence along the Middle Road" - a tour through the middle of Sidney & the middle of a prime farming district, transforming a middlin' Fourth of July into four times as fun.
START: 9:00 AM at the James H. Bean Elementary School on Middle Road in Sidney.
Directions to the Bean School:
From the south: I-95 North exit #120. Turn right at end of exit ramp onto Lyons Rd. Follow Lyons Rd. to stop sign. Turn left onto Middle Rd. Bean School is approximately one mile on the right.
From the north: I-95 South exit #120. Turn left at end of exit ramp onto Lyons Rd. Follow Lyons Rd. to stop sign. Turn left onto Middle Rd. Bean
School is approximately one mile on the right.
DISTANCE: 16 or 30 Miles.
TERRAIN: moderate with a few hills.
HIGHLIGHTS: some fine back roads and Kennebec River views, and some 4th of July paraphernalia, perhaps.
LEADER: Jim Putnam.

Capital, Capital!

Taking advantage of a break in the wet weather, we had an impressive group of riders assemble at the Hussey Elementary School parking lot on Quimby Street in Augusta at 8 AM last Saturday. After the usual pre-ride routine of unloading bikes, attaching wheels, adjusting quick releases, pumping tires, distributing maps, etc., the first question on everyone's mind was: "Where's breakfast?" The answer was: "A couple of blocks up the street, about 27 miles away." A rather roundabout approach, and just about perfect.

First, we had to ride. Connie had laid out a fine route exploring the back roads of Augusta and Windsor, all the more impressive because she had had to re-route part of the tour to avoid a conflict with a major event on the Kennebec River Rail Trail. The route took us north along the Kennebec for a stretch, and then back down to Rt.3 West. Traffic picked up a bit on Rt.3, but the shoulders were wide and debris-free, and the run along the highway passed quickly. Soon we were back on lightly traveled roads through West Windsor and Chelsea.

We rode as a group for the most part, and there were frequent stops to regroup and let stragglers catch up. A good portion of the route was remarkably flat and thickly wooded - and quite pretty, considering the odd absence of ponds and lakes enroute. We are fortunate indeed, to be able to ride out of our capital city and find ourselves out in the country in a distance that barely registers on our cyclometers.

As we approached the Augusta city limits on our return, we began to pick up some more traffic and signs of urban infrastructure. Undaunted, we pressed on, for breakfast was awaiting. Soon we were relaxing on Connie's porch, dining on muffins and juice, fruit salad and eggs - a capital breakfast indeed! Kudos to Connie for a fine breakfast ride and a great route.

Join us next week, if you can, for a Fourth of July ride in Sidney. Have a happy Fourth!

Remind me to always count my blessings.

New layout again! I lurveee it! (yeah, and I said that before.) This is the thing about having a short attention span.

Anyway, can you guys believe it's almost July? It's literally, the second phrase of the year already. I can't help asking myself, what have you been doing? But I'm determined to just think positively about the whole thing. One can only try, and in the end that's what matters. Goodness, I have tried my hardest. What can I be ashamed of?

My good friend once said, "the best thing about you is that you don't give up," and I hope that's true. It'll be alright.

Now more than ever I want to believe it. And I do. I think. I'm blessed enough having such supportive family and friends who never made me feel any less, even though I had my fair share of feeling like a failure. I can only hope that what doesn't kill you, make you stronger.

I realize things may not always go according to plan. I think I was way too cocky and proud, to say that this has been an humbling experience is an understatement. I definitely learn a lot.

I have a plan. It's different than I had imagined at first, but it's something to get me forward. And more than anything, that's all I want.

What's the etiquette for bikini line waxing?

So I got my bikini line waxed and fuck! it was extremely painful! Was it worth it? Who the hell knows? I'll tell you when my crotch isn't on fire anymore(no-not with THE HERPS). Then I saw the lady who waxed me on the street..I didn't say anything really..just vaguely looked at her..Do I say hi? Make small talk? Thank her for ripping the hairs off my body? I just don't know..'s a few pics I took over the weekend..My friend Dave with another great tshirt, plus now with fake moustache! Some random guy demanded to have his picture taken with Dave so I took it..He then told me to email it to him as he pranced away..He didn't leave his email so I just sent it to He'll probably get it..

Then I was at Odessa Bar to see the moonwalk contest..I didn't see it but everyone outside was trying to moonwalk..I never really realized how difficult it really is..Then I caught the tail end of a show at Tompkins Square park..I saw Dethrace play who dress like GWAR and kinda sound like Dethklok..It was fun..I won't be in town for the big show coming up in July..I bet the cops can't wait for that one!


My precious!!! ♥

I ♥ Sundays! Wake up late, have homemade lunch, chill and unwind by the pool, read a book, what could be better than that? :)

Weight and Yoga

My yoga mat is so cute! Definitely the cutest one in the class! Yep, I've been doing yoga every week now, and I'm loving it! I'm not into intense working out (such as running and pretty much almost all sports there are), but yoga is definitely one of the really few exercises which I enjoy. I think my flexibility is rather impressive.

Speaking of which (exercise, not about being flexible), I'm desperately trying to lose weight. I'm ridiculously ballooning, which is funny in concept, I guess, but not so attrative in person. My weight has been fluctuating lately, and I'm the plumpest I've ever been.

I remember as a kid, I've never gained weight, even when I ate junk food most of the time and had meals between snacks. Everyone commented, "you're so skinny!" everytime we went to visit distant relatives or family friends.

So from all that stability in the past, maybe it's time for fairness to settle in? Equilibrium? I need to gain huge amount of weight to compensate for all those younger years. Of course.

[Normally I cringe seeing old pictures 'cos I always think I looked so weird in those, but lately I don't mind flipping open some not-so-recent images when I still felt damn confident wearing skimpy shorts and halter tops. Now my thigh is almost too huge to handle.]

ps. I allow myself to be completely shallow sometimes.

Attica Friday

So yesterday night I was out in Clarke Quay with my two friends, again. I realized lately that I have been there much more than I normally do, not that there's anything wrong with it. Sometimes it's not much of the partying-aspect of it, it's just the feeling that you get when you're inside a club, absorbed with the music and ambience and the full-energized crowds, it's pretty awesome. Of course, since we're at it, we might as well dance our socks off, work out and burn out carbs in the process, and occasionally entertain random approaches by fellow cute partygoers.

It started early last night since I was out for karaoke session with my sister and cousin beforehand. They really are the best singing companions, because we all know the same songs and we can sing and act really dorkily to boybands and disney songs without weird glances from anyone. We went to the KTV place in Shenton Way, which I've never tried out before. KTV is supposedly better, (and more expensive, as it turns out) than our usual Kbox, but it was a good change for once-in-a-while-occasion. We had chicken wings and some assorted snacks and bubbles teas to last us the three-hours session. Blissfull.

Still in the pumped out mood from all those singing, I went straight to Clarke Quay to meet my friends and got it Attica a little before 11 for free. Now, I don't know if you've been to Attica, but it's my favorite club at the moment for the reason I can't quite pinpoint. My friend once joked and said that there's a saying: 'all roads lead to Attica', because of that precise appeal.

To me, whenever I go to Attica, I always have fun, and so the experience is never dissapointing.I would gladly go to Attica any day of the week, and we started going there on Friday night more instead of just the usual ladies night on Wednesday. The crowds are better, and yesterday wasn't an exception.

The first floor of the club is playing RnB music, while the second storey called Attica Too, is sporting techno. We always spend most of our time in the first floor, 'cos that's where we can really dance, and occasionally when we need to take a breather and get a change of scenery, we go upstairs and hang by the bar or join in the dance floor as well for a while. I secretly think that the people upstairs are much more good-looking, (although the chances of you being picked on by sleazy guys are much higher too.)

By the end of the night, my heels were killing me, but my spirit was high. As always, I had lots of fun and we met (and avoided) some fun crazy people. It's funny that after coming there regularly for a while, you start to recognize the fellow regulars as well. There were some guys there yesterday whom I have met last Wednesday and I just wanted to avoid them, so everytime he (the one person I would most like to avoid at all costs) was in near sight, my friend would hysterically yell, 'he's behind YOU' and I would run to the opposite direction as fast as I could. It happened a lot of times until I convinced myself the whole thing's just ridiculous. One minute we were dancing and laughing along, the next second I was scrambling and running away like I was a pickpocket.

ps. Remember when I mentioned in previous post that I never witnessed anything exciting? Well, last night when the club closed and we were resting our legs in the bench right outside, there was a little fight going on between a drunk caucasian man and the big Attica's bouncer. It was stupid, the bouncer was clearly twice his size, and it seems that he was drunk so most probably he was the one at fault, and he was yelling 'fuck you, you fag!' to the bouncer's face while the bouncer remained quiet, just fixing him an intense look. I wouldn't wanna be in his bad side, if I were him. But no fist fight happened, it was just slightly tense to witness, and in the end the fellow bouncers pushed him aside, and there was nothing left but the eerie silence of the dawn.

Rain? What Rain??

Kirsten Harris of Bath, Trek Across Maine 2009. Jose Leiva Photo, Sun Journal.

As soon as I saw this photo in last weekend's coverage of the Trek Across Maine in the Lewiston Sun Journal, I was convinced I had to get it on the blog somehow. Coming in the midst of a glum, dark stretch of dreary weather, it definitely was a boost to the spirit and reminded me of many fun times riding in the rain - something always useful to be reminded of from time to time. Identified by the paper as Kirsten Harris of Bath (number 1243 on your program), she was captured on film by Jose Leiva coming into Farmington, dampened in everything but spirit. Mr. Leiva graciously granted me permission to use the photo with proper attribution and credit, and thanks to him, here it is.

KVBC member John Schooley reports that "about 2500 of us had a very adventurous albeit a bit wet TREK last weekend. It sure felt great to get that medal at the finish line! As usual , We were all inspired by the volunteers who just did a wonderful job. Our bicycle community is TOPS!"

Geology Joe did even better - you can read his daily journal of his Trek on his blog, Sling Shot Thought.

If any of you other folks have additional Trek adventures to share, send 'em along and I'll get them posted when I get a chance. I may even wring out a few memories of my long-ago Boston-Montreal-Boston adventure, where I swear it rained four straight days (and almost all 1,200 kilometers). My fingers and toes are pruning up just thinking of it. On second thought, maybe I'll skip that until we have drought conditions (assuming we ever have such a thing). Right now, I'll settle for dry pavement. Let's hope the rain gods start to give us a break.

There goes my childhood...

Woah..Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson both die in one day? Farrah has been sick a long time now I guess.Probably wacko jacko has been too, though only those close to him would know about it..This is kinda nuts..What's going to happen to his kids? What dirt will come out in the next week or so? Oh man, the circus is gonna start soon..What about Bubbles and Little Blanket? And is Punky Brewster in good health? I hope so!

The Rent Guidelines Board Circus..

Attended the Rent Guidelines Board Vote tonite at Cooper Union..Of course, it was complete insanity..People yelling and screaming..and since it's such a circus of bedlam..Everyone had on red clown noses..Well, it's a joke for sure..Tenants lose as usual..3% increase for one-year leases and 6% for two-year leases..I do feel lucky to have a rent-stablilized apartment or else I couldn't afford to live in the east village fo' shizzle..Yet, it's going up up UP anyway..I feel for the seniors in the room who looked so angry and bewildered..thinking maybe this year with the economy being what it is-maybe the vote would swing the other way for once with a rent freeze. But, NOPE! Even the wonderful Reverend Billy Talen couldn't save us..Fox News was there and they seemed annoyed I kept trying to snap their photo..P'shaw..

Soon even the yuppies won't be able to afford their Fro-Yo or mochachocaloca starfucks coffee anymore!

A Capital Breakfast

We actually managed to get a short ride in last Sunday (all two of us) between showers in Mount Vernon - between the two of us we probably saw 11 ponds (or maybe it was just one big pond). Connie has a new ride planned for Saturday in Augusta, and hopefully the weather will clear by then. Please note that if it is raining at the start this ride will be postponed. Think positive - have your sunscreen ready!

Saturday, June 27th - AUGUSTA
"Capital Breakfast Ride" - a tour through the streets and past the features of our capital city.
START: 8:00 AM at the parking lot of the Hussey Elementary School on Quimby Street in Augusta. Quimby is right off Rt. 100N at the traffic light across from Auclair's Cycle; detailed directions to the start here.
DISTANCE: 25 miles.
TERRAIN: moderate with some flat stretches riverside.
HIGHLIGHTS: breakfast, the capital, the Kennebec close up, new and intriguing routes - and did we mention breakfast?
LEADER: Connie Brown.

Close to Swine Flu

How do you guys feel about swine flu?

Well, it's a retarded question, 'cos any pandemic diseases are terrible things. I actually just wanna talk about it in a more personal level.

In news gathering class, we learn that proximity is as an important factor in news writing as prominence, or even timeliness. Although, yes, there is a term, 'news is new', and no such thing like 'it's only newsworthy when it's close to you', but that it true. Of course we are proned to be more affected when something occurs nearby, rather than if it happens in Timbuktu, or somewhere far away.

Well, anyway, I'm kinda rambling here. The relation between these all with my first question about swine flu is that, yes, WHO has upped the pandemic alert to 6, and hundreds of people have died because of it, and not one day passes by without a mention of swine flu in the news. Of course this is an enough reason for everybody to freak out and feel scared.

But, I haven't been really thinking about it, or allowing myself to be worried. It's like those things when you're almost certain it won't ever happen to you, because, well, just because. I'm relatively a boring person, and nothing ever really happens to me. I have never witnessed anything particularly exciting, like one time in Oklahoma, two of my classmates ran back to class, all sweaty and breathless, and they were like, "Oh my god, we just saw a chase between a police car and some bad guy and there were guns!" See, I have never been in that situation, even a minor one. My sister was once in the taxi and it hit another car, so there was this major fight drama, involving both drivers yelling and cursing at each other. Nothing ever happened to me, that the thought of swine flu doesn't even affect me anymore.

The possibility of me actually catching swine flu is even more unlikely than having pigs shooting out of my arse.

So this morning I was browsing news in the internet and read that there were another 16 new cases of swine flu in the island. Normally, I would have known that the victims must have been like, foreign students who just came back from US, and their friends, or their relatives. But these last few days, the pattern has been slightly inconsistent, because cases were found locally. It's like, having set up a parameter to protect a country from the outside, and suddenly finding out that there's a mole inside, and that sort of just changes everything. (Have I been seeing too much '24'?)

Anyway, this is what I came across:

A third cluster of locally—infected cases has also been identified at popular nightclub Butter Factory at One Fullerton.

The new case is a 19—year—old Singaporean female student. She visited the
club on June 17 when three previously reported cases were also there.

The Health Ministry has advised all those who had visited Butter Factory on
June 17 to monitor their health and seek medical attention if they feel
At first I thought it was funny, 'cos hey, I went to Butter Factory just last week. And then I checked the date, and oh shit! It was Wednesday, the same night I was in the club.

Actually, we were planning to check out the new branch of the club in Fullerton, and we were already there, trying to get in. But the queue was ridiculously long, which we didn't expect at all. We sort of hung around and said hi to a couple of friends we accidentally met there, but later decided to just leave to another place.

Was the poor swine-flu victim there among the crowd when we were there? Or has she perhaps, gone inside? Only then did it hit me, how close we were, are, to everything. And I don't know, maybe it's not such a crazy idea to think that it could happen to me, to all of us.

I'm not gonna start freaking out or anything, but just a kind reminder to everyone, I think it won't hurt to pay more attention to our health, to take care of ourselves a little better. We will be fine as long as our immune system is good, and that means, don't let yourself get too tired, never miss a meal, drink a lot of water, and rest enough.

And, good luck to us.

A Tree Grows at Ray's...

Well, I'm back in the SHITTY and nothing much is going on..Going away for less than a week is definitely not enough..I can't wait to go to Europe for two weeks in July now..However, I did have the great fortune of spotting the BIBLE BUS on 2nd Avenue as soon as I got here! They give you bibles, free advice and even free water! They were so nice and friendly..I loved them..I mean, if they weren't really my friends why would they have offered to WASH MY BRAIN??

Then I saw that with all the rain, the tree in front of Ray's Candy Store is becoming so lush and's expanding and hopefully will soon take over the whole block..The duck is still sitting pretty in it..and the plastic bag of love as well..It's just harder to spot them now.

The last pic I put up is one someone snapped of some Ray's regulars hanging out in front of....YUP! You guessed it!
Ray's, dummy!
Eden Bee

Cab drivers

Choosing a cab is like, choosing your food at dinner. Choose wisely and you may end up with complete satisfaction and sweet memories, and crap choices leave you with upset stomache and a case of diarrhea.

The reason I said this, because at times your fate really lies in the hand of a cab driver, hence, making this decision-making process a very important one. Good driver is hard to come by, and the bad ones seem to be everywhere. Bad cab drivers are the worst, they make Hitler seem mild.

The bad ones are rude and harsh. They speak in broken english, scold you for being ignorant and not being able to speak chinese, and drive like they're doing stunts in bad action movies.

The bad ones snort when you say 'thank you', grunt rudely when you pull out a fifty-dollar bill and comment on your outfit.

The good drivers, however, appear like Princess Diana in comparison. They smile and make jokes, they strike up a nice conversation, and they say 'thank you' back after you. These people make the world a better place.

Although it seems trivial, I actually think this is rather important. And makes me feel all the more grateful everytime I get the good ones.

Yesterday was one example. I went back by cab from Clarke Quay in the morning, and I was ready to pay when we arrived by the lift in my apartment's basement. I pulled out the only dollar bill I had at that moment, which was fifty bucks, and handed it over. He looked at me, all apologetic, saying he just began his shift and thus, absolutely had no change.

'So how?' I asked. We could go to 7/11 to exchange money but the store was on the opposite street and I was too tired to function. He looked at me for a few seconds, and pulled out a piece of paper, wrote down his account number and told me to just transfer the money to there.

I was slightly taken aback, because well, it is unusual, right? $14.20 doesn't seem that much, but he had no guarantee, technically that I would really pay him the fare later. Of course, aside fro my trustworthy look, but people say that looks can be deceiving, right? In my exhausted state, I was really grateful for this person. Because he trusted me enough, this means I could go straight upstairs and crash to bed.

Well, actually I still had to wipe off make-up, change into pajamas, and take off my lens, but you got the drift.

It's always nice when a complete stranger makes a kind gesture. Especially taxi drivers, since there are just too many of the bad ones out there, clustering the world.

I'm in Love

[This is written in a rather dramatic effect, but all circumstances are real.]

Last night was the night that I saw literally, the man of my dream.

You know that epitome of your ideal guy? The exact picture of someone that comes to mind whenever people look at you and ask, "so, what's your type?" You say, this or that, and you know this probably wouldn't happen in real life, but you're happy enough living in a temporary fantasy that maybe you will be lucky and snatch gold. Maybe you'll end up being with someone you've always pictured yourself with, maybe your boyfriend will exactly be your 'type'

[I'm talking about the physical appearance]

So anyway, last night I saw the visual image of my 'perfect man' come to live in the form of a guy so gorgeous and so handsome I was certain I fell in love right there and then. Okay, please try not to puke, will you?

I was in Attica with a friend, and we were making our way through the crowded dancefloor to the stairs. My friend was in front of me, and this perfect guy happened to be walking in front of her. I saw his perfect height (probably in all his 6'5'' glory) and his perfect neat, short cropped blond hair. And then he turned around, and he had the most beautiful face behind the most beautiful black-rimmed glasses, and my heart literally leaped.

He smiled! He smiled at me! I almost fainted, but I managed to pull what I hoped was a friendly inviting smile, but I'm afraid at that state of shock, I might have grimaced instead. We were still walking while this happened, and he purposely turned back again to look at me, still flashing that gorgeous smile. Oh my god, my knees gave away. I think I waved. I think! I felt dizzy out of love!

We got to the stairs and this man got in the loo which was located near the stairs, and suddenly I didn't want to go down! Suddenly I wanted to stay there right where he was, although I had no form of plan whatsoever! I pulled my friend and I said, "I'm in love with that guy in glasses."

Bless her, she agreed to stay with me there and waited for the guy to come out from the bathroom and then, well, hopefully we would have figured out a plan of action. So we were standing by the bar while my heart was pounding crazily. To be honest I would have believed you if you said that I just envisioned him smiling at me, that maybe it was just in my head, but I had to keep the faith!

A few minutes passed by and I was ready! I would say 'hello' even if it kills me!

Suddenly out of nowhere an indian guy was in front of me, and he was talking as if he's the twenty-first-century's Romeo. "Don't you know that I have been following you? I think you are beautiful," he said. "Will you be the witness at our wedding?" he asked my friend, and he went on and on with his most over-the-top and corniest praises. My friend and I were glancing at each other, thinking 'is he for real?' I've never really heard anyone say things like that before, ever.

But the damage is done. After I managed to shush him away (it took so long, dammit), I had no idea where my prince charming went! I should have been right outside, welcoming him with the warmest smile when he came out from the loo! (okay, that wasn't a very smart and romantic scenario, but it would have to do!) And now, if he really has noticed and smiled at me before, he would have thought this weirdo guy was with me, or worse, that I had the stupidest taste in men.

There is no comparison! Look at him! He's literally the most beautiful man I've ever seen! We'll have the most gorgeous wedding ever, and our babies will be devastatingly gorgeous!

Seriously, people. I have the wildest imagination. Then again, I'm in love!

This wasn't something I'm particularly proud of, but I was stalking him the entire night! How could I not?! But since then, he was within his big group of friends (and girls!) in the crowded dancefloor, him towering in the middle with all his handsomeness. Going in there to say hello to him would be like, trying to knock down the Great Wall of China. Those possies possies were like, the defender of the ancient treasure. Those players in front of the goal line in football. Secret Service protecting the President.

I saw my happy wedding and beautiful babies dream slowly evaporated and diminished by the second.

By 5, the man of my dream left, and as I bid a secret tearful goodbye, I wondered if I would ever see him again.

I don't know what is it about him and why it affected me so much. Afterall, it's not like there is a shortage of good-looking guys out here, but this is exactly MY PERFECT MAN we're talking about here. This seriously will bug me for the rest of the week. Or month.


My playlist changes every so often. It's important to listen to certain music when you're experiencing different emotions.

Some Clay Aiken and Maroon 5 remind me of my youthful existence, while Horseshoe Road simply transports me straight to the country where there's nothing much but land and greens. Natasha Bedingfield makes me feel girly, James Morrison gets me all mellow, and Marvin Gaye, well, you don't say. "Let's Get It On"? "Sexual Healing"? Those are probably the sexiest tunes known to man.

Anyway, although my musical knowledge is very limited (and very 90s, I'd say), I do know what kind of music I absolutely enjoy listening to for every occasion. This week, these are my top two singers/bands:

1. The Script

I love these guys from the moment I listened to 'We Cry'. 'Breakeven' and 'The Man Who Can't Be Moved' are equally as catchy and moving. They're pretty huge in their Ireland hometown, and their album has apparently reached multi-platinum. I love their latest single, 'Talk You Down' too, check it out if you wanna know what they sound like.

2. Ben Folds

A friend of mine actually introduced me his music. I listened first to 'Hiroshima' and 'Rocking The Suburbs', and thought they were really quirky and unique. You should listen to 'Bricks' and 'Landed' too, but this one is my personal favorite, 'Evaporated'.

If you bother to listen, let me know what you think.

So, until next time!

An Unexpected Call

(Phone rings)

Me : Hello?

Man : Hello? Singapore Police????

Me : WHAT????!!!!

Man : Ohh,.. (hangs up)

The world is a crazy place.

Your friends are what will matter in the end

Rocking the stripes.
♥ ♥ ♥

A Letter to Facebook

Dear Facebook,

You're great, and I have enjoyed your service for years now. I have to say that so far I've been really pleased with you. You're tentative, caring, fast, and very helpful.

You know everything about me, from my date of birth to my sexuality to my political reference, and I guess that makes us good friends at least.

You probably know too that I haven't been seeing anyone since, well, I don't know, April. But I'm completely okay and thus, I don't need to meet new men. I get it that you only want the best for me, and I really appreciate your concern, but I am not in any way lonely to resort to your suggestion to go on a Speed Date.

You gave me a list of the men you thought I might fancy. There's Matthew, Christopher and Malcolm, just to mention a few. And wow, you even said I can just click away to view more men! The trouble you went just to compile this list. I'm impressed. Maybe you matched our religious view or something.

But anyhow, although we are good friends, we're not that close. So can we please leave my love life to rest? I assure you that our relationship is perfect at it is, when I do all the talking and you're just there listening. It works best that way, don't you think?

Glad we have that straightened out.