Rants and Opinions

I can actually smell the haze this morning. This is bad.

What’s with the haze!

// I saw a grumpy expat with his pants accidentally tucked in his socks.HAH

Was supposed to have a Friday date night but he got caught up with work. All I want is a dinner with him after a week of 7ams at work.

First it was the “Train is coming …” song then now the “Please move inside…” and “Give up your seat…” songs are freaking me out.

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Please do not send any email to my hotmail account. It is locked and when I tried to reset my password, the solution was sent to my locked hotmail account. Great.

Now I can’t access hotmail and MSN. I seriously don’t mind. Who needs hotmail when I’ve got gmail and since I don’t know/forgot 70% of the people on my list, I don’t really mind. There are FB, Whatsapp, and Gchat!

I had to go to Punggol for a work-related short stint. This experience left me more certain why living in Punggol is a major no no. No offence to the residents in Punggol but here are three personal reasons why I’ll never want to stay in Punggol.

(1) It is in the middle of nowhere. Unless you frequent Dhoby Ghaut (which I don’t) or work in Outram/Harbourfront (which I don’t either) I don’t see any reasons to stay in Punggol. In order to travel to visit Barley in the East, I had to take the God-forsaken LRT (Light Rapid Transport, which I’ll rant more later) to Punggol MRT, take the North-East line to Serangoon, change to Circle line to Paya Lebar and eventually get on to East-West line towards the east!

(2) There is nothing except HDB flats. Nothing else except open field (waiting to build more HDB flats), HDB flats (which is so close to each other gave me – an individual suffering from Claustrophobia – a major headache just looking at it) and construction sites building more flats!

Granted they have shopping malls but a crappy mall like Punggol plaza with nothing worth shopping except FairPrice can drive me crazy!

(3) There have crappy LRT services.

These are nothing like the ones in the west! The station has no indication displaying the expected arrival time; the train is stuffy with loud announcements going on and on.

Sigh. I hope I’m not turning into one of those cocky easties even before moving over cause I don’t really like them either. HAH. Shit I think I just turned myself into a public enemy for people living in the east and north-east. HAH. This I’m assuming if there are people alive reading this. hehe.

What to know what went through my mind when I went for a hair cut two days ago?

My original intention was to go get my usual hair cut, a little trim at the back and my usual side swept bangs. Until my hair stylist asked, “Straight bangs?” I went through an intense 4 seconds thought process.

I always wondered how I’ll look like with straight bangs. I’m almost 25, that’s a quarter of a centenarian, that’s a major life stage. Heck it. Just freaking go for it.

I replied coolly, “Yeah”. But in my mind I was like, Freak freak freak. What am I doing?? Heck it. Hair grows out in a few weeks or months. Freak. Months? Urgh. I can always pin it up! Gosh. This better be good. Oh no. My fat face is oozing out of my hair (Please do not attempt to visualize this). GRRR.

When she is cutting it, I was laughing at my own reflection. I look like I’m wearing a helmet! Everyone is going to call me helmet head from now on! I kept laughing whenever I see my own reflection at the lift and along the corridors. It didn’t help when my sister was laughing like mad (literally) when I stepped into the house and my brother gave me the look and asked, “What’s with the bangs?”.

I’m going to take a lot of pictures with my bangs to remind me on why I would never get straight bangs ever again. I miss my side swept bangs.

A guy just offered me a seat on the train! I hope he didn’t think I’m pregnant! It must be the two bags I’m carrying!

// Just when I finished ranting on SbR. A guy offered my friend (in another train) a seat. She thinks it must be a “Be Nice to Girls Day”!! It must be it!

Seriously? I have no idea how she does it.