Amidst the debate on aesthetic medicine, I booked a consultation with one of the more well-known aesthetic docs to explore VASERLIPO, i.e. a progressive liposuction method which is less traumatic than conventional liposuction procedures.

There there...
This is NOT an entry to discuss WHY Blinkymummy has decided to go for liposuction. The amount of unwanted fat on one's body is just as subjective as colour preference for a microwave oven. And sometimes, one buys into a gadget not because of need, but to satisfy the insatiable curiosity of experiences. Lasik proved to be trippy for me, remember?

Regardless... This entry is my attempt to highlight, firsthand,


I consulted Dr X in the first week of Apr 2008. A cool clinic in Orchard Road above some funky shopping. We discussed the VASER procedure, the potential effects and side effects, the on-going debate, my 'problematic areas', and price. We then set a date for the procedure.

Today, i.e. a day after the Government's announcement of the proposed guidelines, his clinic called up and informed me that because of the impending policy changes that (1) I had to go for blood test, and (2) the procedure would have to take place in an operating theatre (instead of the clinic) and an anaesthetist will have to be delivering the local anaesthesia instead of Dr X. Of course, this means an increase in total cost of the procedure. And the increase is the heavy straw bushel that broke the camel's back.

It's a 30% increase in total cost.

With a stroke of the pen, the consumer now has to bear a 30% increase in price. And it is not clear whether these additional guidelines on 'safety' are indeed warranted or a symbolic ameliorating product of politics amongst the different camps of aesthetic practitioners. So far, I have not seen any statistics in the local reports on significant levels of botched jobs. Only anecdotal accounts by this and that doctor/surgeon. One does not need to go to Wharton or Kennedy to understand that such presentation of justification is insufficient and unconvincing. But of course, bulldozing and/or acting blur is always an option.

I mean... 'Safety' is a hygiene factor. Beyond a certain point, the marginal benefit of safety is but negligible. So, if one goes on the "you can never be safe enough" argument without providing any concrete evidence/reason, then it has either got to be politics masquerading as 'concerns', or simply, an inability to explain.

Yeah... DR X is a GP and all, but as a consumer, I would prefer to purchase a service from someone with experience, rather than accreditations alone. I have met too many ultra-qualified people who fall below expectations. Judging by qualifications alone is an obviously fallible assessment methodology.

See... No point arguing amongst yourselves and asking a third party to be 'the judge'. Coz the outcome is that nobody wins. The pie just gets smaller.
And my fats are still here. =_=

'Good Fren' made an observation some time ago which I thought is great food for thought.

You know how "dual-sound" Japanese and Korean series/movies are highlighted on the local channels? I interpret it as the leveraging on authenticity of language as some kind of selling point.

'Good Fren' wonders why Cantonese series are disallowed this way? Just because Cantonese is categorised as a 'dialect' and not as a language?
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On the topic of language authenticity...

'Good Fren' and I bought the Ex Machina DVD from Gramophone at the Cathay on Friday night, and consumed it totally last night.

We couldn't bring ourselves to watch it in American English. We watched it in Japanese and read the English subtitles. There is something about the authenticity of language here. Or if you are a sociological skeptic like me, it's about the reinforced and indestructible construct of good quality anime (note: we are talking about anime, not cartoon, regardless of futuristic themes or CG, or number of dimensions) has to be Japanese-made. Hence, the characters, regardless of hair, skin and eye colour, need to be exclaiming in Japanese.

Such are the symptoms of globalisation. A pair of Singaporean Chinese who are bilingual in English and Chinese + smattering of Japanese, Cantonese, Malay, Hokkien and Teochew, choosing to watch an American-funded and Japanese/Chinese/American-produced/directed anime in Japanese while reading its English subtitles.

Authenticity of Language lends Legitimacy to the Product, even the consumer doesn't know the language.
Check out the following trailers for comparison if you are doubtful.

In English


In Japanese (quality of video is compromised though...)

A student went to Johor paid SGD600 for this puppy and got caught for smuggling it into Singapore.

His punishment:

1. Paid a fine of SGD10,000.
2. Cannot keep the doggie.

Instead, the doggie was put up for adoption by AVA. There will be an interview with the potential owners and check on the potential owner's home. The doggie will be microchipped and vaccinated.

2 very obviously confusing themes jumped out of this article and grabbed me by the ears.

(A) Since the guy has paid the hefty fine, why can't he keep the doggie? How about if he signs up with AVA as one of the potential adopters? Is there an existing way in which he could have brought the doggie into Singapore in a legitimate manner? How much more would that have cost him?

(B) Why do the authorities have to screen the potential adopter/home of the doggie? Do they do that for all pet owners/adopters?
More intriguingly, who is screening potential parents, i.e. those taking responsibility for human lives?

Tiger doesn't get it either...

It has been a heavy day.
I read in the papers this morning in the cab.
An Amazing Ah Beng Monologue.


I shall write more about it another day.

Meanwhile, let's get away from the madness to the electronic tune of Daft Punk.


It might not be the right time
I might not be the right one
But there's something about us I want to say
Cause there's something between us anyway

I might not be the right one
It might not be the right time
But there's something about us I've got to do
Some kind of secret I will share with you

I need you more than anything in my life
I want you more than anything in my life
I'll miss you more than anyone in my life
I love you more than anyone in my life

The recent spate of articles on the sad global economic outlook has formed a theory in my mind.

As mentioned in the article named "Doom and gloom - and boom" by Bryan Lee in the Straits Times (Pg 18), there seems to be a decoupling of economies. A shift in reliance and relativity amongst economies. Certain commodities are common, e.g. oil, gold, rice etc, but the interdependency has been dislocated.

Now, since I am no economic Merlin, I can neither explain with confidence, even on hindsight, the forces pushing these economic structures and relationships, nor predict the sectors which will 'do well' in Yr 2008.

However, I do feel that economic decoupling/shifts will inevitably contribute to significant power shifts across the planet.
This, to me, is the scariest consequence of this recent episode of global economic changes.

In other words, if this part of the world can hold on tight and sail through this blizzard to emerge relatively unscathed, there will be newfound confidence when the skies clear up. However, the wise control and use of power have never been a strength of Man. With every shift comes a period of clumsiness... or worse... recklessness.

And we are not talking about power in a few weathered hands here. Just look at the demonstrations happening in major cities in the past couple of days. It's simply worrying.

'Good Fren' and I were having dinner the other evening when he mentioned Starbucks was losing market share... and so was McDees. I wondered what was pulling people away... the common limiting denominator is time. So the big question is: If people are not spending time at Starbucks or McDees... Where are they? What are they doing?

The immediate answer is the big bad internet. Everyone has turned into a frog-eyed nerd who spends most of his time in front of that LCD screen.

But one still has to eat, doesn't he?

That's when a thought struck me hard.

McDees ought to start a McDees LAN-gaming arena with huge screens, where people can come and play/watch, and of course... order McDees... At least 2 meals per session. These games are really time consuming... The McDees Arena will be a hit with kids and adults. Yeah... Many adults (or so they are categorised as according to physical age) are into LAN gaming.
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Hmmm... For that matter, are there any LAN-gaming centres which serve alcohol? How about a maids' cafe type of LAN gaming centre? Shite... Why am I suggesting such things? This is no different from the beer meimeis at the HDB kopitiams!

I was reading the Chinese News online when I came across this piece. I thought about the beer aunty who was worried about losing her job and was holding 2 jobs to make ends meet. There are so many themes happening all in the same coffeeshop beer trade that Royston Tan or that what'shisname newcomer could make a mini-series out of.

From the government's pov, it's clearly a amoral case of introducing new labour to meet new demands. The goverment's main KPI, amongst many others, is to ensure GDP growth, which is a direct consequence of relevancy in the global context.

From the kopitiam drinkstall owner aka local business owner's pov, it's a no-brainer. For the same cost or less, he could find a younger and better draw for his beer bottles. His kopitiam business can now extend beyond dinner time. Not even the smoking ban cab stop the surge in demand. In expensive business speak, it's called the Blue Ocean Strategy. The creation of new demand. In street talk, it's the simple draw of the fair complexion of these meimeis.

From the non-ah peks aka general public's pov, it's a moral issue. No wives enjoy the thought of their husbands being served beer by nubile young things half their age in full view of the public and the neighbourhood. Perhaps if the marriages had been that great, the uncles wouldn't have been loitering downstairs to begin with. Exacerbation isn't exactly a cause.

However, I do empathise with the beer aunty aka the individual who holds 2 jobs and fears the competition. To be honest, there is nothing she can do about age discrimination in these trades. Or any trade. Youth sells. Perhaps she can hone her management skills and attempt to become the "mamasan". The sole supplier of meimeis for the Jurong West area or something. To ride on the opportunity presented by globalisation.

I see, smell and feel an apparent fracture in communication across the stratas.

Someone in the office surprised me today with the term


I was quite stunned by his mention of the term.
I wonder how many actually understand it.

Such misplaced intelligence amidst forms, files and halting humor.
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Quite some time ago, a wise being asked me a simple question,


I didn't answer him directly. I usually take my time to digest these generous shavings off his wisdom. After 7 months in the new world, I am beginning to see the diversity in people. And so, I believe I can firmly answer the question. That I am very curious about them.

We get caught up with the ugly ones and exclaim incessantly about the atrocity, but what's more fascinating is to observe strength in people. And I realise... Strength is not showy.

I got to know this person at work. Over quite a few lunches, he slowly shared with me his story. He met his wife in uni. Got married almost upon graduation because as a government scholar, stability is a given. Wife didn't like her work. It was getting to her. He supported her decision to take a year off to think about what she had wanted to do. Meanwhile, he pursued his interest in finance by taking up courses and helped others by serving in the grassroots, and attempted to merge them with his work. Wife found a job and got very good at it. As her career took off, it was his turn to switch career paths. He quit the service to explore the finance world.

In his words, they played 'leap-frog' over each other.
While one takes a rest and plays the support, the other takes the leap.
I think these 2 people really understand the power and dynamics of a partnership. With such maturity, they allow each other to experiment... trial and error without guilt...
Because they know when to take the lead and not, they have covered more distance they could have if they had been 2 separate individuals.

Listening to such a being over a cup of teh-si-gosong must be a gift. The wise one was right. I am super curious about people.

By now, the world must know that France has passed a Bill to outlaw the promotion of anorexia.


This picture is really powerful. I couldn't stop staring at her breasts. Or what's left of them. I wonder what she sees in the mirror.


I think Singapore has demonstrated far-sightedness (once again) in this aspect. Please refer to the recent Singapore Fashion Festival where some Tai Tais took to the stage in the latest designs by Francis Cheong.

I applaud this move because it is very to the point.
Get the people who are going to buy your stuff to strut in them. So that it's clear what the stuff will look in real life.
Plus... it makes your customers happy!

I have an idea...
Some everyday brand like Giordano, Mango, X2, River Island etc ought to conduct 'live' modeling shows at huge shopping centres where 4 hours are spent to pick people off the street, transform them using their products (make-up, clothes, shoes + very very good styling), then put these transformers onto the stage (a simple shape, e.g. long runway). This process can be aired 'live' on a big screen for all to see.

I can see the before and after pics flashing side-by-side on the big screen as the model struts down the runway.

It'll take a very good producer, stylist and team to pull it off, but I think it will be awesome.
Reality Runway.

Plus, in this case, the 'models' can actually walk away with the clothes.

I chanced upon someone's comments on someone else's blog. The former described 'Good Fren' and I as 'elitist match made in heaven'?!

Actually, only one half of us is elite. I'm not.
I'm just... average.
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I was having a discussion with a lunch mate last week amidst some very yummy ramen.

We spoke of parenthood. It struck us that almost every young parent, i.e. people around our age, claims that he/she aspires not to be like his parents. That he/she will be a 'cool' parent. New Age, Hip Hop, and stuff.

But that's precisely what our parents thought too!

I think when one is placed in a position of responsibility, one loses common sense in the face of anxiety. What's New Age in Yr 2008 remains a definition by the Parent. In other words, the good and bad are still predicated by the Parent. Hence, the Parent is unlikely to be New Age by the time he/she applies him/herself to the child.

It is never easy to consistently keep up. The easiest way to "keep up" is to delude oneself that one is keeping up.

At the same time, I have also met people who try so hard to be different that they adopt the "I couldn't care less about the pregnancy/parenthood" attitude. One mistakes nonchalance as a cool factor. We ain't talking about rock stars here. It's about parenthood. It's about another life... another human being... It's not about you, nor your checklist of the perfect life, i.e. career, condo, car, credit card, cash, country club, carat and child(ren).

At the end of the conversation, we were so traumatised by one's margin of error that we concluded that we ain't convinced that we can provide for another human life comprehensively. And that we will probably never be fully ready.

It was a rare moment of inactivity. I decided to relax on the sofa for 30 minutes before the next wave of anxious modern life took over.

Tiger must have recognised that rare window of opportunity. He came this close to my face. Quietly demanding to share the moment.


仔细想想
到最后
能走的 不会等我
不能走的 我又不偏爱

希望我沉睡的那一刻 该走的 都走了

Been taking stock of my life recently. Especially the post-uni years.

Clearly, 'Good Fren's presence has given me newfound freedom for the past 3 years. It sounds like an oxymoron, but I cannot deny that having someone like 'Good Fren' around frees me from loads of demons. Previously, I had always feared my existence. Yes, not feared for, but fear my existence. Because while my existence is a fact, it was merely a physical presence, not for any specific purpose. I only knew I needed to carry on and not give up, but not clear about why. And it may be all for nothing but the fear of the unknown... the what if...

This foundation opens up a whole platform on which I can dance on (or writhe) in whichever way I fancy.

Just before I met 'Good Fren', I had just embarked on a journey of establishing my self-confidence. Unlike the earlier bits of self-confidence found in my physical self, the bits I found 3/4 years ago were of my intellectual abilities. When I was little, I was told I was cleverer than many of my peers by adults and state-run tests. But somehow, I never gained real confidence in my so-called brain. Perhaps I got distracted by instant gratifications such as ECAs and puberty.

Perhaps I never learnt the art of aceing that test because I was fooled by my first few lucky attempts. This became very clear later on in life through dating quite a few academically brilliant individuals. Apart from owning a very nimble faculty above the neck, these individuals wanted to do well very very badly. A good brain is not one's own doing, but pure hard work must be.

By the time I had wanted to catch up, I was late. I was still in the race, but not on the bullet train, if you know what I mean. And not being on the bullet train has made me bitter for the longest time, until I met 'Good Fren'. And I don't think he is keenly conscious about his impact on me.

Sometimes, I believe I must be a favoured child of whoever and whatever because I have had the privilege of knowing quite a handful of exceptional beings who have been most generous in sharing their time and experiences with me.

I inevitably feel heavily indebted to them and the immense need to reciprocate the gesture with something dear to me. That is usually when I realise that I have nothing much to offer in return. My company? My time? My sincerity? Do these amount to anything in the greater scheme of things?

Back when I was little, I didn't know what I wanted to be when I grew up. Though there was a standard answer, as influenced by my folks. I was supposed to be a doctor and my brother was supposed to be a dentist so that between the two of us, we had it covered.

I'd never really believed in that 'dream'. I mean... I was influenced by the ostensible altruism associated with the doctor construct but the profession just didn't click with me. But somehow, it clicked with my brother. He is now a doctor. So technically, we are still short of a dentist.

Tonight, I asked someone, who has already been working for half a decade, what he wanted to be when he grew up. He said not his current job. It made me wonder how many of us are actually in jobs which we fancy enough. And what does 'fancy' entail?

I was looking around today.
Did someone actually grow up thinking "I wanna be a cog in a large bureaucracy"?!

If not, then why do we insist on creating such positions?

The article on the Customer Service Index of Singapore (CSISG) caught my eye today.

Somehow measuring stuff seems to be an inevitable feature of 'being progressive'.
Measure for Statistical Analysis, they say.
Sometimes, I wonder if anyone has measured the opportunity of cost of measurement. =)

Regardless whether the measurements are useful, I believe the act of measuring is a discovery process, which, when placed in the right hands and minds, brings about real progress. One must always remember that there are at least 2 parties in an transaction. It is a measurement of a relationship between 2 parties, 2 entities. Hence, if the measurement and its attendant improvements are merely one-sided, the relationship is unlikely to improve in any real manner.

The article mentions the following:

"Interestingly, tourists gave higher scores than residents did. Most tourists came from Indonesia, China and Australia, said Ms Lim, and when they compare against their experiences at home, "they would rate Singapore higher".

That Singaporeans could have higher expectations was also a "possibility"."

This gave birth to an idea...

There are many ways to educate the Customer. A very basic way is to provide information. E.g. Putting up write-ups in the entity's official website, persistent justifications in the forum page etc. Repetitive reminders. Effectiveness? Not clear.

So... How about this... Since the Customer doesn't accept your reality, then contrast it with another. For many... Seeing is Believing.

I wonder how much it will cost to regularly pack Singaporeans into some budget, cargo or military aircraft and fly them abroad for short immersion programs in a less or equally developed country. This is to expand the horizons of the Singaporean, and in the long run, it will help to manage his expectations. The itinerary ought to include home-stays with locals, use of public transportation and other public infrastructure/amenities etc. Each trip can cost about SGD1,000 per head. By setting aside SGD100mil per year for this purpose, 100,000 customers will be more enlightened. Assuming there are 1 million citizen/PR households, in 10 years, all households will have at least 1 member who has been on such a trip.

I even came up with a name for it.
"The National Study Trip".

Ok, those trips made by NS men for overseas training may have a similar effect, but the context and gender bias may throw the objectives off-course.

Incidentally, the National Study Trip can also be pitched as a foreign relations sweetener, i.e. creating an industry for certain cities/towns in another country.

Tourism is all about exploitation anyway. May as well learn something from it.

Spotted at Kinokuniya yesterday.
The Real Price of Everything is at a 20% discount.
So, is this its real price? =P

While I like books, one really has to be loaded to buy hardcopies.

'Good Fren' and I went to Orchard Road yesterday.

Had lunch at Borders. Bought stuff from Kino... Somehow I prefer to buy books from Kino or Commercial Press at The Cathay.

Bought the following books:

1. "Putin - Russia's Choice - 2nd Edition" ~ Richard Sakwa
2. "The Black Swan" ~ Nassim Nicholas Taleb
3. "A Practical English Grammar - Exercises 1" ~ A.J. Thomson & A.V. Martinet

Book #1 is a Routledge and as usual, expensive. Been reading about Putin on and off since I caught a glance of this pic of him. There were other pics of him with a rifle... On a (topless) hunting trip.

This is the President of the Russian Federation, Vladmir Putin. A former KGB spy. He was about 50 years old when this pic was taken. The immediate question was FWAH!! KGB leh! How does he maintain his figure? Why are they revealing these pics of him? Hence, I started to read up about Putin here and there.

Anyway, back to our weekend...

Spent a good part of the day walking around Orchard Road like tourists. Despite the crowd, it's really quite enjoyable to go to that part of town once in a while. Though the parking charges could be lower. Think we paid like SGD12 for 4-5 hours. That's crazy, but not as crazy as some incident we had encountered at the URA carpark on Kovan last Friday evening.

'Good Fren' picked me up from Raffles Place. Because it was Friday and town was packed, we decided to have some laid-back dinner away from town. Teochew Porridge at Kovan! So, we drove through the crazy traffic. We got to the URA carpark and waited for a lot.

A car in a lot diagonally behind us was leaving. We got really excited. Then a blue sports car drove by and stopped beside us. "Are you gonna take that lot?" asked the yuppie chirpily. "We would!!" replied 'Good Fren'. So, the blue sports car moved forward to make space for our reverse motion.

Just then, a Toyota Altis slid right in that lot. We were like... What the... So we honked at the car full of people. The driver was a woman in her fifties, a grey-haired old man in the passenger seat. In the back seat, another woman (resembles the driver but slightly younger), a maid, and a kid (probably two years old) strapped to the baby seat.

At first, they did not react to the honking. We thought they couldn't hear coz the car park was very busy. After a while, it was obvious that they were just ignoring the honking.

Ok, here is the dilemma.
Keywords: Elderly people, Baby, Parking lot, Hungry.

Being young(er) able-bodied individuals, we could have let them have the lot. All was fine and within the realm of decency until the driver got out of her car and shouted indignantly,

"Please lah!! 我的Baby哭到这样了... 你park别的lah..."

At the same time, the old man had stepped out and removed the child from the back seat. She was quiet as a mouse. "哪里有哭？" we asked in the most bemused manner. (Have you met people who get their little children to cut queue for them and stuff?)

Just then, the woman in the back seat emerged from the back seat and shouted, "You overshot already, ok!" Flipping the argument from 'urgent crying baby' to 'right of way'.

Then the two women started to discuss, and looking around at the carpark which was totally jammed with cars seeking lots.

"你也懂没有位ah?" I said loudly.
"你哪里可以这样？Buah Paiseh ah?" 'Good Fren' said loudly.

Then the woman driver put an end to the situation. She shouted very loudly,


FWAH... Win!! Dunno whether to laugh or not...
For a parking lot, this woman is willing to announce her shamelessness in a public carpark.
Ok, it's very clear she wants the lot very much for whatever reason. Just take and go.

Her emotions must have gotten to her, because even though she remembered to display the parking coupon, she forgot to switch off her the light in her car. However, she stood at about 20m away from her car and did not walk back to switch it off. Instead, she passed her car key to a young man (probably her son/nephew from another car in his late 20s/early 30s) who did it for her.

We saw this because we eventually parked in a lot near where she was standing. Someone, who witnessed the incident, had kindly found a lot for us.

And it must be fate!! Our feeding destination was the same Teochew porridge stall. Their group was quite large. At least one other carful of people. They had wanted to sit at a table just beside ours when the lady in the back seat saw us. They then moved to the farthest part of the stall. =)))

I must say I am rather appalled by their behaviour. If they had explained their situation politely, regardless whether the kid had really been crying, we would have given up the lot to them. I think it might be a case of these people being unable to handle stressful situations. Hence, the most primal reaction is to put up a fierce front. Too bad she lost it in the end.

'Good Fren' was trying to make sense of the situation. He thought some philosophers must have mulled over such incidents. Yes. This is where the concepts of karma, punishment by a greater being etc come into play. Where the helpless individual place his trust that somehow it will be set right. There are others who do it differently. 路霸s or Road Bullies are more 'pro-active'. They attempt to set things 'right' on their own.

But to be really honest, I believe some people do get away with such behaviour and deeds at no cost. That family, made up of at least 8 adults ranging from those in 20s to at least 70s, did not undo the situation. They simply carried on with their dinner as planned. As long as they get what they want.

After a quick dinner, we walked back to the carpark and passed our parking coupon to the next vehicle that parked. This is not a demonstration of moral superiority. We do this all the time. The truck driver was all serious-faced when 'Good Fren' knocked on his window, but melted into a wide smile once he understood 'Good Fren's intentions.

We wanna thank the yuppie in the sports car for passing the lot to us, even though we did not manage to park in it. =_= We also wanna thank the middle age man who secured the 2nd lot for us. He did it and disappeared into the dark Friday evening. We didn't have a chance to thank him.

Civil people do exist. No doubt about it.
Just that those ugly ones stand out a lot more.

Today is a good day.
Our cleaning lady finally came over after 2 weeks of MIA!! (Actually, she went on a holiday...)

WE MISSED HER SO MUCH!!

The apartment is clean again! The clothes are ironed again! The loos are decently habitable again!
We are first world again!!

=))

'Good Fren' and I have been neglecting the level of cleanliness for the apartment and the car, 小白. I used my finger to write on 小白's hood.


And someone from 'Good Fren's office wrote back.


And even after a couple of rainstorms, the writings are still on the hood!
Dirt is sticky. =_=

I am beginning to calculate the amount of time spent on these maintenance activities. If one is thorough, about 50% of the waking hours on the weekend has to be invested on maintenance. That's a mighty lot of time!

So, is this what life is about?
Maintenance and Sustenance.
Of the Material, the Mind and the Mortal Soul?
How many of us go beyond the lst parameter?

Loads of maintenance and sustenance activities for the Material can be 'outsourced' to a third party. E.g. Someone else cuts your hair, does your nails, scrubs your body, prepares your meals, transports your body, have your baby etc.

Can the maintenance and sustenance of the latter two parameters be 'outsourced' to a third party?

Paraphrasing the above question:

Can one 'buy' ready-made/off the shelf maintenance and sustenance of the Mind and Soul?

Oh... I forgot to mention something funny that happened at St Nicks last Saturday.

Because it's a fiesta/fun fair with loads of people, the school rented port-a-loos to cater to the extraordinary demands of nature. There was a row of them in the front car park.

As I was queuing for the roasted chicken wings in the front car par, 'Good Fren' had to pay the port-a-loo a visit. When he got back, he was sulking.

BM: Why? What happened? Long queue?
GF: I was putting on my pants when my elbow accidentally hit the door lock. The door sprang open!!
BM: OMIGOD?! Did anyone see you?!
GF: There was a little girl standing outside. She looked shocked.
BM: OMIGOD!!! Then how??
GF: Then I shut the door lor... =_= The loo is too small!!
BM: Wah lau!! Wait she scream 色狼 how? This is a girls' school leh!! That 小妹妹 must be traumatized!!
GF: I'm traumatized!!
BM: Ok lah... Poor thing... Chicken wings?! =)))

To that little girl, don't be scared, ok?
'Good Fren' Gor Gor 不是坏人哦!

Well well well... What do we have here?
It seems... 陈美玲 has found at least 1 friend in the apartment.

A St Nicks senior has emailed me. She wants to know where she can buy the St Nicks Doll from.
It's a good question.
I hope they sell her at the school bookshop.
If not, I'm sure Tangs will consider carrying it, along with its collection of funky yuppie homeware, simply because the CHIJ girl is a Singaporean icon. It will definitely help with the on-going fund raising efforts.

To all St Nicks people reading this... Wanna 'combine power' and buy a table for the fund raising dinner? Email me at blinkymummy@gmail.com.

Watch this and feel the St Nicks energy again...
It's taken last Saturday at the fiesta/fun fair.

If one were to count, I wonder how many teenage girls, including myself, have danced on that track in front of the specs stand.
ROCK ON, 小妹妹s!
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A random day... A mundane day... I was waiting in the (really dirty) car when I took this picture.

I know of someone who likes Sammi Cheng and has moved onto more artsy pastures. All the best! It's a refreshing and colourful change, at least relative to the dark blue sea.

While I was in the car taking pics of the pathetic CD collection, I took a pic of 'Good Fren' buying durian from our favourite stall beside the sexy black LaSalle.

The teochew-speaking Ah Pek was mumbling as usual.

I am careful while savoring these mundane days.
Because it means more tumultuous days are right ahead.