the car site with the most hits!

insanely ironic, the day we finally dragged ourselves out of JBP for lunch, we got rammed and sandwiched between a 3 car collison. dumbass lorry driver behind us rammed our bumper throwing us forward, hitting the BMW 7series (URGH!) in front. freaking mama. and he looked so nonchalant and pissed off. and the worst of it all, he couldnt even be bothered to apologise!

we were so nice about it, apart from my poor intern who was quite badly shaken, the BM guy was even nicer about it. and that bloody lorry dude demanded our ICs and kept taking a million photos. he kept saying...ic leh ic ic... ge wo ni de ic. smash his microballs. what an arse.

to top it all, a taxi with the ad below just had to drive by. who on earth would come up with an ad like that. the mother of retards, i'm sorry kyla. hope your daddy doesnt eat you.

..dont matter if you're black or white

you cant blame me for feeling pimped off by my company for this coming african waterfall aviary relaunch. i have to sell myself and my time just to entertain mr. nigeria. oh, the sacrifices i make. it had better be a worthy cause. i was lamenting to nick about it and he was like. whoahoho! you're his kept woman already! too bad! you have to stick to it... thanks boss, like really, thanks.

so he called me earlier on today and asked if ive made arrangements for our "date", so to speak. he gets his first secretary to write me a memo requesting that we get it done soonest possible. shit man. i really dont intend on getting stranded high up in the air on the singapore flyer sipping wine with a giant black man. no, im not racist, dont get me wrong. its just....well... intimidating.

we were invited for their upcoming national day cocktail party at the meritus mandarin. *faints. roomful of blues blacks will really be quite a beckoning sight. i remember when we were in pigalle in paris, the northen part of paris where the blacks roamed, and it was scary. apart from their time to time 'konichiwas' they threw at us, assuming we were japanese, being amongst the minority really isnt what i had planned for. especially after how gracie and jan were robbed in daylight by a huge ass afr-ench. drats. save me...

i should plan for it, and get nick to turn up instead. hahah. i can watch from below. the exclusivity doesnt entice me one bit. gahh. it'll be funny though. but i'll be putting nick's life on the line. he is quite a pretty boy afterall. hahaha. but tooo bad.... tit for tat.

save me from mr. nigeria..........i just bought nick ritter sport negro con avellaras enteras (dark hazelnut chocolate) with high hopes of bribing him to get me out of this. ahh!

breakfast surprise!

yay! i got greeted by a giant plate of hashbrowns and cookies shaped in a smiley face. breakfast surprise. i loveee... they know me well enough to know that i starve every morning the minute i get to work. hur hur. sweetness. and it came with a heap of chillisauce packets too. perfect.

i really do love work. i was offered a post for an aussie sports events management job for marketing. and it'll definitely pay a heap more. but i'm still not willing to leave yet. mom keeps complaining like shit about my job. yeah, true that in reality, money does matter. but not all of it, is it? that isnt my sole priority. i'll marry a rich man so i can still do the things i love. hahaha. my dad can earn so much more if he chose to do so, but he followed his passion helping marriages and families work. why cant i do the same? have i not learnt, that you should be proud? am i not walking in the footsteps of my father? how could you be so adamant about me finding another :(

last night was insane fun bowling. even though HR stole the event and made it her own and claimed credit for it saying, ah, dont worry, HR will pay of the games, we'll claim from company but still! it was a personal outing that I PLANNED FOR. whatever la. she better treat me better. HR is, afterall, a good department to be gummy with. hahaa.

theres so much to update, so much to write about. and a million more of pictures to post. which i will, someday. of my superb uberb trip to BARLEYYY.. and the many scars that came with it.

i want to buy a macdonaldintosh. but i hate apples. they're such a pain in the ass to learn and get used to. glorias are change averse. i will panic and freak. ive got too much design work waiting to be done. damnit. and ive got no freaking photoshop. :(

i cant believe a year flew by like that. its the time of the year to get all melachonic and reflective. last year, i broke up with ben. i wonder what this year may hold. hmm. and im not even in the mood to go crazy and shout about it either like how i used to. i just want it to go by, as low profile-ish as it possibly can get. and then guilt trip the tens of thousands for not remembering. muahahah. that is the plan. how marvelous. hahahaha.

i like the whole recreational planning for my company. i've been taking every main WRS event and creating a mini one out of it. like the WRS inter park bowling tournament next week that led to last nights show down at west coast. hur hur. next month, we're dressing up for halloween at night safari. nov, we're planning a kelong trip just because we feel like boycotting the WRS pond fishing trip. hahaha. wheee... and people complain about my shit pay... who cares, im loving it. and i will declare it louder than the loudest macdonald ad possible. hmmph.