You're Not Going To Believe This


A pack of feral dogs, about 6-7 of them, just ran by my carpark. I looked out my window just in time to catch them passing by, all of them.

Beautiful doggies, each of them.

Sure, they did make a ruckus when a car horned at them for standing in the middle of the road, but that's their natural instinct. If I could throw meat out my window to feed them, I would've.

Let's hope they stay together and safe.

I Already Said


.. Leave me the fuck alone.

Can't remember right?

I say one more time.

Leave me the fuck alone.

Just So You Know


I take offence at my dignity being questioned. Even for once.

So when my dignity gets questioned every single fucking day and every single fucking 3 hours, you're making me hate you.

And when "STOP MESSAGING ME! LEAVE ME ALONE!" does not work, I will only want to run away more and more every single time I see your name appear at the top of the incoming sms, which happens more than 10 times a day.

If you see that I am freaking annoyed by 3 phone calls from my own mother everyday, what do you think of 10+ sms-es and attempt of phone calls every single day just to make sure I don't misbehave when you're away?

And out of those sms-es and phone calls, I absolutely HAVE to reply or HAVE to pick up, or you'll accuse me / imply that I am up to no good. Essentially, if I don't respond, I get into trouble. Nowadays the reason I will respond is to siam trouble. If you want me to respond because I want to and not because I want to siam trouble, you need to take your fucking hands off my neck.

If you're away, stay the fuck away. Don't hold on tighter than normal because I am SO FUCKING ANNOYED enough already.

Look. Look carefully. I AM NOT CHAINED TO MY PHONE. My phone is not a surveillance unit. I have a sort of love-hate relationship with my phone; I can't live without it, yet I hate it so much because people assume that other than a device from which I am contactable, it is also a surveillance unit, and fully utilize it by calling ALL THE FUCKING TIME to keep track of where I am or what I am doing.

Might as well put a fucking tracker on my ankle, right?

Everybody

Please fuck off from me. I want to be alone. For a long time.

Please.

Fed-Up


Fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up fed up I am so FED UP!

Things going wrong left right center. Forced to waste money for things I do not like. Cancelling Mandy's grooming tomorrow morning.

I actually feel so much worse after he called back from Paris.

Pent up anger. Keeping it inside. Until even the explosion won't even feel good anymore. Don't tell people, explode. Tell people, nobody to talk to that understands or can help.

I am so FED UP!!!

A Tribute, Or What It Was Supposed To Be

I recently got a website from Cudas on how to make an animated gif. It would be fun to make animated gifs of people to disturb them right?

I wanted my first ever animated gif to be a tribute for my Ah Yang Korkor, and set out to find photos of him online. And then I came to the horrible realization of how pitifully little of his photos I have and can find.

I do have some of his childhood photos, but they're in an album at home, and I couldn't bear to risk tearing them if I take them out to scan.

Also, I do not have photoshop. Argh.

So I'm filing in a request. Whoever out there, if you know my Ah Yang korkor and has his photos that are not in his friendster, please email it to me at jazzyme_blog@yahoo.com.sg .

As A Consolation


I tell myself that the geniuses of the world are usually lonely, because nobody can understand what they are thinking or how their mind processes things.

We can be surrounded by friends, or are even social butterflies. And yet...

The artists of the world are lonely, too.

That is why we have nobody comfortable enough with us to confide in.

How can you even like a beatnik-reincarnate?

More Updates On SL

Okay, this post is just to show you how great a photographer I am in SL. A lot of people are going to have my blood for this if they see this post, but for the sake of my dear readers, I must heong through it.



This was taken at Miki's place. Everyone else was busy talking when I walked off to take photos.



Incidently, this is my favourite dress.



JunZ was an unwilling participant in my photo taking. In fact, he didn't even know his photo was being taken! I am the silent snapper! Yay~!



Handsome boh? Despite him being such a handsome boy, he's also a demure lady who happens to like miniature bicycles.



He can't take it when I called him demure. Haha.

We also have many many other happenings in SL. What I absolutely love about SL is that you can take photos from weird angles, even high up in the air without so much as budging your avatar.



Jee was sitting about 10 feet off the ground in front of Glantor's gigantic anaconda, and I was able to get this shot.

Glantor's giant anaconda was actually placed by JunZ, situated right in front of where we were having our SL-NDP08.



We enjoy line-dancing.

Also, what I love about SL is that you can get to be whoever you want.



In this case, it's Cartman and bunny-girl. I seriously forgot who Cartman was.

I recently introduced Lazychoo to SL, and we've been taking loads of pictures.

Like "Black Meets White" here,



Lazychoo's hands are typing, which is what happens to everyone when they're chatting in the local world.

Also, we enjoy doing disgusting things in full view of everybody else.







I bought the above poseballs! You all don't copy me!

JunZ found poseballs for us to act out a scene.





And we fully utilized Miki's couple dance poseballs for pictures.





But not all is well and lovely. Ever since I found SL weapons, I've been enjoying blasting people out is SIMs or caging them up.



Poor lazy. All three girls aiming at him.

Jee got a worse deal as he had 4 ladies aiming at him a few minutes later when he was afk. Unfortunately, the picture is with JunZ, who took the picture for us and tahan-ed our girlish giggles and constant moving around.

Thankew JunZ~

SL - Ariel Rothstein's 21st Birthday



So I went to Ariel's 21 birthday party last Saturday. It was fun, mainly because I was meeting up with my SL friends and they were an annoying bunch (I'm just kidding, you know I love you guys).

People there were JunZ DarkStone, Whitewolf Mumfuzz, Illusion Ferraris, Juliet Ferraris, Seiryu Edman, Ariel Rothstein (obviously) and last but not least, Jazzyme Triellis. Even Christina Kangjon was there with a couple of friends.




Ariel actually took the effort to make finger foods, and even made cute little signs informing people what they were.



The first thing I saw them doing was giao-ing. Apparently, JunZ loves giao-ing. JunZ is our dai-dee king. All hail the dai-dee king.

Again, I am not at liberty to discuss who's who, because real-life identity is a sensitive issue for the second-life-rs, and unless requested, it's probably best not to reveal their names here.











Ariel brought out some games for us to play when we got sick of dai-dee.

















Don't they look like they're having fun?













Minutes before Ariel got thrown into the water.





Obviously, the "throwers" don't know the meaning of "wetting a person entirely". They just wanted her wet, even if it's just her pants. Darn.











No prizes for guessing what happened next.










We went for a spot of prawning after that too. It was good catch day.

You


I have not blogged about you for a long time. I have not said anything bad about you.

Stop doing what you told me not to do. Don't make me start doing it again.

By The Way...


I've set up an email account specially for you, dear readers. If you do not know me personally and wish to contact me but do not want to do so openly in the comments section, please direct all emails to jazzyme_blog@yahoo.com.sg .

Thank You.

PETA Presents


You better watch this, or else.





If you do have a heart, email me at jazzyme_blog@yahoo.com.sg for a list of companies to avoid.

For The Love Of...





Bikes.

Two wheels.

It's the only thing that can make one fall in love with the wind, and when one sees the wind as colours, it's the only thing that makes the colours straighten out in a sharp blur.

It's also the one thing that makes control freaks like me lose control for a blurry few seconds, for a few times during one ride. When you start autopiloting when squeezing cars at 100km/h, and you drop back to reality for that few seconds feeling that you're not in control of the bike, that's my favourite kind of adrenaline.

And after awhile your bike becomes you, and you become one with the bike. You don't even notice the subtle things your body does to shift the bike left, or right, or swerve. I did a almost-knee-down bend when exiting the CTE to Yishun yesterday while squeezing cars and noticed that I only had to use my mind to shift further out left to avoid a car on the right, and my body somehow went along with it, thus the bike. It's your typical I-don't-know-how-I-did-it-but-I-did-it-anyway stunt.

*Sigh*

My little Boreas really took me so much further on the adrenaline trip than Dante did. That the basic difference between a 125cc and a 400cc, I guess. Which gets me thinking - where would a 750cc or even a 1098cc take me?

Wanna see my Boreas' first servicing with me? I did it at the prestigious K&T (ok, not so prestigious, I just like their service and what they did to Boreas). Clifford was the one who serviced Boreas, and he's a real friendly and professional guy.




I have James Bond as an alarm.

Like I said, he's really friendly and understands that newbies to the 2A bikes like me have absolutely no knowledge of the bike(yet). I think I amused him with my excitement about seeing Boreas naked for the first time, and surprisingly for a mechanic, he took the time to patiently explain to me where everything was (carb, pistons, etc) and even explained how they functioned.

When he took out my fairing, he very cheekily told me he caught something in my fairing. He had it in his hand and asked me to come closer, and showed it to me.



Chicken Little aka little Roger! This was on my keyring when I was with Dante, and I guess Boreas didn't like it much because I lost this on my first ever ride back home with Boreas. Officially, Chicken Little is now kept well out of sight of Boreas (actually it's on my office table) so Boreas wouldn't get jealous and throw a tantrum.



Even when I got bored and sat at a corner waiting for him(he was busy attending another customer), he called me over when he went back to my bike, and showed me how he flushed my coolant. He even pulled me to another RVF and showed me where my pictons are supposed to be.



And yes, he called me over when he finished stripping Boreas and said "Nah, take photo! Now is the best time to take liao."

How thoughtful is that?

I would strongly recommend anyone with a RVF to go to K&T for their servicing, because not only their service is friendly, their skills are good too. Boreas felt so much smoother after the initial clunkiniess bikes always have directly after a service.

Read all about their reliable and professional services at K&T!!!

Add: Blk 3006 Ubi Road 1 #01-372 Singapore 408700
Tel: 6745-5463

Question

Why is Singapre's National Day Parade not a parade?

pa·rade

pəˈreɪd/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[puh-reyd] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation noun, verb, -rad·ed, -rad·ing.
–noun

1. a large public procession, usually including a marching band and often of a festive nature, held in honor of an anniversary, person, event, etc.
2. a military ceremony involving the formation and marching of troop units, often combined with saluting the lowering of the flag at the end of the day.
3. the assembly of troops for inspection or display.
4. a place where troops regularly assemble for inspection or display.
5. a continual passing by, as of people, objects, or events: the parade of pedestrians past the office; the parade of the seasons.

Shouldn't it be a procession through the heartlands of Singapore for the true Singaporeans? Something like Chingay. If it's a show at a specific place, why not call it the National Day Concert? Or National Day Show. Parade is just.. unfitting.

Family Roots


I have a big family. It is extensive, including all my lovely cousins, who are so good and kind to each other.

No seriously. I love my family, extended relatives and all.

We're not a particularly rich bunch. On average, we may be called middle-class at best. None of us have any landed property or nice big cars (actually jie-fu has one, but Camry is an uncle car so it doesn't count).

At the heads of the families (both Mom's and Dad's), are my grandmamas and grandpapa. Coming down, I have 5 uncles and 3 aunts. Further down, I have 11 cousins and a sister, with extended 2 more cousins by law and 4 more cousins (I have seen and talked to) twice removed. Below, are my lovely nephew and neice, Zayden and Chloe, the babies.

Every year, when there are occasions like Chinese New Year, Duan Wu Jie (aka dumplings festival), ancestral anniversary, etc, everyone would squeeze into my grandmamas' houses to eat. For me, I would love to take every opportunity to go to my grandmamas' houses because I love them so much. Their houses are not big, but all the squeezing makes it feel like home.

On my paternal side, all of those in my generation would squeeze into my grandparent's room, staking claims to the beds or the floor, and watch tv or gamble while the elders sat outside on chairs and floors and chatted. It's a very noisy affair, and the place gets slightly chaotic. But that's what I love about my grandmama's place.



On my maternal side, there are less people but it's still a close gathering. Except for my grandmama's rude god-daughter who usually eats like 60% of the food, the rest of us are nice to each other. We'd squeeze into my aunt's bedroom and snatch the bed, or gamble on my grandmama's bed in her room.



My generation, which is my sister and cousins, go for outings together as a group and I love the fact that the outings are usually successful. We plan to have more, even overseas, but that'll have to wait til the babies are big enough to be on their own.



There's no rude shouting or badmouthing each other in my family, in fact we all love each other so much. I am thankful for my loving immediate family, my mom, sis and dad, and I am thankful for my loving extended family especially for my grandmamas and grandpapa. We love everything that grandmama cooks.

It doesn't get any better than this. I love my family. *contented sigh*

I was at Bright Hill Drive for a friend the other day. My maternal grandfather whom I've never seen before is there. It's frustrating when you're standing in front of thousands of plaques, knowing your grandfather is one of them but not know which one it is, thus, you are unable to light a joss stick in his memory. I am already an unfilial grand-daughter by default, so.. I will never willingly choose to be unfilial to my own parents and grandparents.

Checking In on MSN


Take a look at your MSN window today.

Come on, everybody has MSN. If you don't, you're a caveman.

There are many people online at this hour. It's just before lunch and everyone is just waiting for the clock to strike 12 (assuming your lunch hour is 12pm)(assuming also that you have a lunch hour at all).

Some have it in their display nicks, some have it in the more subtle line behind their display nicks, but nearly everyone has it.

MSN is a place where, instead of just your name or whatever you want people to identify you with, you also put on display your feelings, what's happening around, what's gonna happen and what you hope to happen. Or even a quote to show how witty you are.

It's like a quick update before you get interested and delve into their blogs. Let me give you an example.

The Outright Direct - ".... Don't feel like doing work." Kind of obvious with this one.

The Announcement - ".... Lost my fon. If you have my number ....."

The Critic - "... Journey to the center of the Earth >> 4 stars out of 5~..."

There are also the ones you care about and can get a quick update of how they are doing on their MSN.

"... The smile on your face lets me know that you need me..." This one, my brother, I know everything's all peachy between him and his girlfriend after a long fight.

"... parrots & guinea pig anyone? ..." Friend of mine, a pet shop owner, apparently got the licence to sell small animals in his shop.

Other than the typical display nicks, you also find some heart-wrenching ones praying for the safety of a loved one, or for someone to get well. It's as if we put our hopes up on the world wide web and it makes us believe that things will turn out for the better.

Actually it does.

Have you checked in on your friends today?

Why I Hate My Phone


Why you should not get a N81 8GB.

Because when sending a message, you need to wait for the message to go out entirely before you can exit the window. If you don't, the message will not be sent.

No matter how important the message is, if it doesn't get sent, your boss is going to ignore you for the entire day.

"Boss, Yishun raining heavily, I wait for the rain to get smaller then ride out hor."

When boss came in with the weird attitude today, I knew what happened. Checked my phone, the message was indeed in my Stored folder, as opposed to my Sent folder.

Goddammit.

And I didn't even bother to explain because he's not going to believe me anyway.

So okay.

Wheeeeeeee~

With Regards to the Olympics and the People Who Won't Stop Talking To Me About It -

I see no true Singaporeans in the Olympics, therefore I am uninterested in speculating whether Singapore is going to get a gold (by buying atheletes from overseas and having them representing Singapore instead of Singaporeans)(What, Singaporeans not good enough for you lah?)(Well, maybe so, but at least our gahment could've shown some faith in us instead of straight away buying from overseas right? )

Now if you want to talk about Michael Phelps, go ahead. But don't expect me to be interested when you string the words "Olympics" and "Singapore" in one sentence.

A Tribute To The Whole World


Don't you just love the warm gushy feeling inside?




And, if you're a Discovery Channel fan, this one's for you.



Recognise some people?

Bored At Work


How many times I've heard that line?

Thank goodness there's someone to bitch to about work online.

Ok, let's do some math. You have a camwhore, alone in office, with nearly all her work cleared on a Tuesday afternoon. What does she do?

Got it. Clever.









By the way, I cut my hair myself. In office. Only the front though, and I slanted the length to one side intentionally.

Boss gave me these, from the Japan boss.



Ssshhhh!

I did something sinful last week too. On top of the CDs, I bought this...



Despite my desperately shrinking budget, I spent nearly $30 on this. It's quite exciting for me as I haven't bought new books in ages, most of what I get are usually second-hand books (I'm cheap, I know). The first thing I did when I got back to office was to flip the entire book in front of my face and inhale the exciting scent of a fresh new book.

I'm aiming for another book at nearly the same price but substantially smaller in length. I chose this one first because, in lieu with my one-book-per-month budget, this can last me for a month, whereas the other one, "God Is Dead" by Ron Currie Jr. probably won't last me three days. Looks to be an interesting read though, so it's a definate must-have.

Oh, and I found this in my pictures folder and found it irresistable.



Lazy being lazy and Mandy being Mandy.

Cute?

I Found This Online Somewhere


Hosted by.. eerr.. I forgot to check.

Anyway, seems like I'm also apt to have funny-face-days.

From my 21st birthday -

Historical Moments


This is how I define a historical moment - My baby nephew and neice meeting for the very first time at 3 and a half months old for baby Chloe, and 4 months for baby Zayden.





Baby Chloe was tired on Sunday, while baby Zayden wouldn't stop squirming. Kudos for Leeling jiejie for feeding him and making him sleep before they came to grandma's!



Baby Zayden enjoys kicking the air.





Baby Chloe photo got overexposed, and I tried to salvage it by contrasting it and adjusting the midtones, but it came out looking like some old photo taken years ago. Still so cute, though.



I'm not allowed to say this in front of baby Zayden because he will get cranky, but baby Zayden is FAT. Soooooo pinchable! And so strong!





Rare photo of baby Chloe's big big eyes. She was in this position on her daddy's lap, and she suddenly got shy, and both Leeling jiejie and I got the teeniest hint of a smile before she buried her face (smile and all) into her daddy's tummy.

There, I said it - TUMMY. Her daddy's got a tummy. Bwahahahahaha!



Lazy enjoying the veiw from far away (he's scared, lah)







Ready... Round one fight!



Ok lah, don't fight don't fight.



Baby Zayden started treating his granduncle as a roller-coaster by grabbing his arm tightly.



Aren't they absolutely the sweetest?

SL Prawning No. 2

Prawning with the supernice people from SL on Friday night.


My camera sucks, lah.

Met a lot of nice people. Unfortunately, as they are from SL, I don't think it'll be nice to actually list out who's who, when posting their pictures here is already overstepping some boundaries. Muahahaha.

So here are the pictures. You know who you are, lift them out if you like.


Shy, lah













Mr Funny Face bribed me with ice-cream not to post his unglam close-up. So, for ice-cream, Imma let him off. This time.








Camwhoring. Again.









We sucked as prawn catchers.




Don't ask me who she is, I will not give out her contacts.

And a very big HELLO to Mr Kam WeiXiong, who caught me coming out of the toilet, and came over all the way from the other side to say goodbye when leaving.

Very sweet lah, you. Catch up again when we can, okay?

Comfortable


It's comfortable to hide in your mom's room once in awhile, a Chivas bottle on your left and a nicely mixed glass on your right, listening to the Laura Fygi CD you bought a few days ago.

Apparently, Laura Fygi is good for you. I thought of lending it to my mom, but now she's claimed it for herself and my sister is hankering after me to lend it to her as well. So now, the CD officially belongs to my mom. Go ask her for it.

I've never realized how comfortable my mom's room is. Clean and neat, huge LCD TV facing the bed, big manager office chair in front of the computer. Hi-Fi in that corner, i-con speakers here. Air-con blowing straight at you.

In moments, she's going to come back and I'm going to have to relinquish this seat and go back to my room where my mouse and keyboard caused me to come here in the first place.

Ah, there she is. I shall stop here and bid you all, adieu.

Spoilt


Mouse spoil. Keyboard spoil.

You start to feel like a cripple when you have a computer with no mouse and keyboard.

Why did it spoil?

Blogging from Mom's computer now. If you need me, hit me on my phone.

Review - The Mummy: Tomb Of The Dragon Emperor

This, is not the worst piece of shit ever created. But it's darn near there, right on the edge.

For some reason, I actually feel offended after I watched it.

For one, everyone's old. It's still okay.

They changed the person playing Evelyn from Rachel Weisz to Maria Bello. While Maria Bello is indeed a good actress, she did not match what Rachel Weisz stirred in us - a love for archaeology, Egyptology and most of all, adventure. Compared to her master acting skills, Maria Bello was just another pretty face.

If they're going to use old people in the film to preserve the authentic feeling of The Mummy nine years ago, they might as well use back the exact same cast.

Luke Ford absolutely trashed his role as Brendan Fraser's son. End of story.

Brendan Fraser was himself, though not as lovable in this film for some reason (I blame the script writers), but with less action and substantially less entertaining catchphrases. Old man already, lah.

John Hannah was spectacular in his supporting role as Evelyn's brother. In fact, he got one of the best roles (for this film) that stole chuckles and hearts from the audiences. By the way, did anyone notice what name his club was called? It's Imhotep, the name of the botak from The Mummy and The Mummy Returns.

Jet Li's role as the Emperor Han. While I'm not pissed with him, I'm pissed with the fact that the first emperor of China was Qin Shi Huang (note the missing "Han" from this name). Yes, he was half a monster by outlawing Confucianism and burying many of its scholars alive, yes, he might've entertained the thought of taking over the world, but he did not want to "enslave humanity for all eternity". Who in their right minds would want to do that? You'd have to be 9 years old to believe in this rubbish.

And for some really weird reason, whoever did the casting obviously did not do much thinking. Michelle Yeoh and Isabella Leong, while befitting of their roles, threw all respect I had for them out the window when they open their mouths. Both of them could not speak proper Mandarin, with Isabella calling Michelle "Mu Qing", quite literally meaning Mother.

Who the flash calls their moms "Mu Qing" anyway? During that era the way elders were addressed was different, yes, but the correct term is "NIANG". As in, "Which friggin' ku-NIANG wrote this script?". And for some reason, they were both speaking in English near the end, when Michelle summoned the CHINESE dead soldiers in ENGLISH, and Isabella crying and speaking ENGLISH to her CHINESE "mu qing" when her "mu qing" was about to die.

That's like me speaking German to you when you're in a tight spot and I'm trying to comfort you.

Anthony Wong got a long but shitty role because he was absolutely redundant in the show. So was his scar-faced companion. And even Wu Jing was absolutely redundant, because he only appeared for less than two minutes, despite his being a national champion in the art of Wushu. Might as well get some random guy and stick him in there for that measly two minutes of face-time.

As well, I see NO MUMMIES in the show. Not even one. It is not befitting of the awesome title of The Mummy. Being cursed and becoming a stone, then coming back to life and being able to turn into a three-headed dragon does not make you a mummy, it makes you a freak.

I must admit, Jet Li looks cool in his costume, and the effects were nicely panned. Which makes it all the more annoying that they're all wasted on this piece of crap. Under certain light angles, you can also sometimes see that his costumes is MADE OF PLASTIC. Especially if the place is dark.

I can't believe someone actually brought out the Yetis and someone approved of it. Yes, they looked nice, but seriously? Un-effing-believable. You're so out of it that you totally know you're in a cinema watching a show due to the incredulous "WTF?!"'s going on around you. It falls a long way short of two of it's prequels which engages viewers so much that the viewers were led by the noses into gasping at the majesty of the sand dunes and almost at once, heart-stopping panic at times.

Rob Cohen seriously wrecked the show.

An overview of the show? It's about some really bad guy wanting to destroy the world and some really good guys saving it in the end. With many big names that were un-utilised for their talent and the Mummy element thrown in hoping for a box-office success.

There goes the legend of The Mummy.

I Did Something Sinful Today


Seriously. I haven't felt so sinful since I ate that whole tub of peppermint ice cream by myself.

I spent $20 out of my remaining $30 on... CDs.

Laura Fygi, anyone?



This album is called the "Song Book", which was apt because it really was a song book



... with the CD at the back in a flimsy plastic covering slot in to a pocket made by two pages. It's a very nice design, very artistic.

It's all your classic jazzy numbers inside with a twist. Apparently, I snapped up the last piece. Unfortunately, this is produced in China, so the book is half in Chinese. $10 for this, and $10 for..


.... THE KING.



You know me. I can't resist this.



Song lyrics and pictures of the KING on the inside of the CD cover, old school style. The design of the entire thing is exquisite, from the cut-out numbers on the left (God-knows-what they mean) to the booklet insert on the right. This is also produced in China, which explains the Chinese words on the right.

It's a sinful, but happy day. ^-^

Just An FYI

From the Announcement board of SSDC's website:

"We will be moving to our new multi-storey driving circuit in Woodlands around April 2009. All student are advised to start their practical lesson and complete their training and Traffic Police practical test before our centre move to Woodlands.
If by then, you have not completed your training or passed Traffic Police practical test, your training and practical test would have to be conducted in Woodlands. "

Pretty useless information for the likes of those who have 4 lines on their driving licence, but it's relevant for people like me who can only take my Class 2 licence coming November.

Estimated two weeks between each lesson, and an average of one and a half month wait for the TP test.

If I fail... Die.

I Smell Good Today


... and on a totally unrelated topic, I'm sure many of you have been wondering: How come Jazzy doesn't post pictures of Mandy anymore?

Well the main reason was because she usually won't stay still enough for me to position myself, much less get a clear shot. I do however get lucky sometimes, so here's post for my other daughter who's an evil monster but has stolen our hearts and affection.

So here's Mandy's growth so far (she's still tiny by my expectations. I want her to grow big big).



















Can't resist, lah. This one also cute.