See You After New Year's Day
Am going to Johor, Malaysia for some stupid family vacation. See you on the 2nd of January. Tata.
My Router Died
... Or so I think. I can't connect. So am I secretly connecting to my neighbour's wireless router. *Giggles* I hope this connection maintains.
I Should Be So Lucky
This makes me shudder. I was supposed to go to either Langkawi or Phuket over the Christmas holidays, but didn't. I thank my lucky stars. Phew.
I Don't Celebrate This But...
Merry Christmas, people. *Huggles*
Spam Free!
I am proud to announce that ever since I've switched to WordPress, I have been spam free. Yayness. I don't know why though. It is really odd. Not one spam comment in sight.
A Conversation With The Tutor
Tutor eyes the book in my hand titled Fourplay.
Tutor: What kind of book are you reading?
Me: It was from the school library! So you can't say I'm reading inappropriate material. Anyway, this book is really interesting. It tells us that men are scumbags.Tutor looks at me incredulously.
Tutor: Are you okay? Do you need to see a counsellor?
*Laughs* I don't need a counsellor. Just a man who can prove otherwise. ;)
Stop Complaining
Angry pregnant women have been writing into the newspapers' forums to complain about how they are often denied of their god-given seats on the public transport. Frankly, it is a waste of time and resources to suggest that the government set aside seats for them and impose fines on those who take the seats in the 'restricted zone'.
Instead, they should just opt for a more effective method: ASK FOR THEIR BLOODY SEATS. Thrust your pregnant belly in their faces and ask them to give up the seats for you. It is so simple, so why don't people do it? Singaporeans can pretend not to see you, but they can't not give you their seats if you simply open your mouths and demand them.
It is your god-given right as a pregnant woman. Use it. Don't make a fuss. Geez.
Screw Punctuality
I got marked as late yesterday because I spent more than 30 minutes in total waiting for buses. The journey itself only takes up 20 minutes, so there's really no reason why leaving an hour before my class should make me late.
Fuck you, SBS Transit. I pay $52 for your lousy service every month and that's 21% of my monthly allowance. And this happens all the time. This fucking monopoly should be done away with.
What School Can Do
This late-night research on the benefits of soy milk is making me have silly cravings. I've never craved for soy milk before. Doubly weird. Oh my. It must be PMS.