Aiming me, oyea.

I was exhausted this week. You know everything need to celebrate into the whole evenings and people kept coming to the mall. But this never really showed the sale is tight. Sadder.

My new Haircut. I don't really cut much. Just decided to have a change, loose-perming ( It'll only last for 2 months.) will style my way. Guess you people better try to adapt my new look.

2008 New Year is coming close on its way. And I guess I want to come up into another new revolution. Post it after a few days, early Jan. Happy New Year, everyone. I'm Jess here.

your choice of TAXI.

The cat is out of the bag. Taxi had announced its fare increase structure. Hell of confusing.
Can we see real competitive conditions in place; can the other taxi companies hold their fares?
I’m ready to pick n choose the colour of my taxi. Will the other operators give me the choice? No choice then takes Train. But the “Sardine Effect” in the train’s carriages will be worst then….
Getting to work is a hassle, what a way to start the day.
Some 17000 taxis have all ready to charge the new fare on early. Actions had been taken to adjust their meters before hand, “secretly”. All preparations were done. Just make the announcement and “kill”; oh, there is a 1-week notice. Will they always win?

SMRT, Yellow Tops, TransCab, Premier, SmartCabs, PrimeCabs please hold out for a period, maybe it will be just enough to alter the share of market players?

I only take taxis when it is really necessary, for example, when I am running late, or when I have a lot of things to carry. Otherwise, I take the bus or MRT. Commuters should start treating taxis as a 'last resort' mode of transportation, not a daily transportation. I drive too and I only take the car out when i need, or hop into a cab should the need arise.

I had been taking cab mostly to work, especially when my parent were not at Singapore. Not really because I’m lazy to take a public transport, wasting money; just wanna to see how the respond to the taxi drives, scrolling thought around all neighbourhoods look out for their customers. I finally asked one of the 40s year-old taxi driver who is will to share about the increase fare, whether does it helps on their income.

‘It’s worse! I can’t really have more customers. They may prefer public transport, it’s cheaper.’

‘But you get more fare pay, isn’t it better?’

‘Actually it’s only the matter of more customers with lower fares, or less customers with higher fares. I think it balances up or not, terrible when no one wants to call a cab.’ ‘We just have to listen to our master, the government.’

Well, this move will effectively weed out a whole group of commuters who take cabs on the 'fringe' of affordability example like students, middle-lower income people, and of course people who can't afford the increase.
And with the same supply of taxi, with a smaller demand now, since people are weeded out, the crunch will also be on cabbies as they realise that 'either we earn, or we don't earn; if we aren't going to fight for our passengers, we would not even earn, since there is such a limited and declining demand.' And people only need to take one cab to get to one place; there would be plenty of empty taxis plying the streets again.

Soon we would realise that since there is such a small pool of commuters as prices are high; cabbies would also drop out of the profession, as they aren't earning enough.

Like I said, we do not solve the issue of errant drivers, and in this action of increasing prices, causes effect that were caused by errant drivers. Why so much damage because of one group of people that are causing so many headaches.

You make the choice; will have the choice to pay for the convenience.
To respond to the fare increase, we have options.
As suggested; time management and habit change.

os: My parent came home. Finally.

Eve Christmas Eve.

Infinite explanation my entire day, it’s so complex. A big fight with Jack brother, because of his ridiculous act, accuses the maid not doing her job even though she did, do everything over again. Badly maid started to dislike Jack, so both get quarrelling and shouting above, I went up to be the peace-maker. But I was almost a mute, can’t really stop them, I turned up to cry with my painful throats as even, hard-core instead, Poor thing. I called Dad overseas, with my forcing remained voice cry….
Sis Joyce went to down shocking after she heard shouting outside the bathroom and picked Dad on phone. We had no choice, decided to send the maid back to the agent. So I have no maid at home currently, have to make so sure everywhere is clean & clear. Mum and Dad will be back home and settle the matter.

Kept telling myself this is an enjoyable eve to celebrate, please don’t let the nasty matter so salt out my mood, hosting the family gathering dinner tonight. June Sis thought of the way to ex-changing gifts like most do in Christmas day. Therefore, I was spending around sometime, brought chocolate gift in the mall. It didn’t cost me as much; even I get enough presents for 9 persons.

Let's dig in mans.

Yeah, it's gifting time...

The most expensive gift in my Christmas. A Gucci Bag from Sis June.

The weirdest gift in my Chirstmas. From Jack Bro. He said I need badly for my sorely barefoot after the whole day work. How mean he was.

Really get overjoyed saw my friends came to visit me in my work. Oh, really thanks with the presents you all got me, I think I owe you a treat. It’s a promise.

Blessing myself, I still get the chance to see how the Christmas in busy crowded Orchard Town. Thanks you Shawn to ride me around there in the car, look all the amaze lightings decorations and straying people still encoring on closed streets, hoping the festive wonderful moment were there. I was so happy in spite of your bluffing to get ‘something’ from your friend. And I got home before 11pm , no one suspensed.

OS: So sad, I can't eat chocolate during Christmas, having terrible throats.

I CAN'T talk.

This is so mad when you turned so sick. I lost my voice, once more time. It’s not good to happen now; especially I need talk much so badly, for customers, we communicated. OMG.
Joyce prepared the medicine downstairs. Later I’ll eat them later before I go to work.

I got cold war with my brother Jack. Whenever I told you this, should know we’re so serious, that we ever haven’t talked each other for 3 days, under one roof. Jack took his N level result, and how badly he done you could ever guess. He left only choices of ITE school at the west side Singapore (We really hate to travel far distance, and worse still, Simei ITE just right near-by our place.). He had been doing nothing pretty much, not even have a job he searched for a month thought. Yet only playing computer online game, so sucking. While, this made me love to compare him with my small cousin, who shares the same age as he, part-time working in my aunt’s wholesales, got his result and promoted to secondary 5.
Got worries over him, and most probably he hated me so much, because of this.

Isn’t good if I just close one of my eyes, and let’s everything run like his rotten thoughts?
Think twice. I’m his sister.

This is what I always love to do.

HELP!!!

I think I've suddenly lost my ability to blog!!!

I don't have anything interesting happening to me recently that doesn't involve the privacy of other people (which means I can't blog about it), and my life has settled into a flat boring plateau of comfort.

Browsing around the net… and the screen popped a something.

Alright, the moment I saw this in my computer, I knew it gonna be hard time for me.
That really reminded me my newly Norton Internet Security program which costs me $79.80, guess it should be useful.

Well, I ran the scan. And unexpected there is no threat or virus.
Oh fine. Went back to my surfing net explore, once clicking a new link or opening a site….
BACK TO SQUARE ONE.
I was exhausted searching any other anti-spyware program. Nah, not any of that.
But ran another scan at other program, there showed some problems.
It’s a virus. The whole morning I was just looking for recovery but nothing. What an turn-off, losing my mood to go online. Yet I still came across Kenny Sia's site. I thought he was a nice man but rather need to know his updates.

Currently working like hell like, which you ever know. My parent will be out of Singapore again the next day, reaching for Mum further treatment over there.

It’s so sweet-loving, Seriously yea.
Happy wondering and we’re something to share.

OS: Please people. If you know anything to remove this spyware or threat I’m handling badly, just leave me msg. Thanks.

Wa-Coax.

This is the cooliest Chirstmas Tree I ever saw that is at my aunt's house,

BFF.

Having an idea to chill out with my bestie Mary, I rather thought could make some special and interesting. Everyone is really hell busy having works done and stuffs on. So I have suggested celebrating her birthday at her home and yeah, of course, it’s something sweet you even hoping your best friend would do this for you.

Step 1: Call and make a date out.
As I told you previously, everyone seems have crushing schemes, so busy that you better make sure she was free on that day. If not, you were doing pointless job.

Step 2: A present to freak her out.
Present, present, present. There are 365 days people all around the world are buying good presents for someone they wanted to impress with. Cracking my mind, knowing what I gonna buy for Mary buddy.

Necklace? Please get something fresh. (Gosh, I know her for more 6 years then.)

Makeup set? Oh no, she’ll keep it until the years she might get into office lady facing their career.

A treat? Her Mum would be cooking for the special guest.


Walking around the shopping mall, having some budget money, I got nothing on my mind yet. But then, something had caught my eyes while shopping at window. I bought a heart- shaped thumb-drive for her, maybe she can use for project work at school.

Step 3: Don’t forget a cake.
All right, you know this is a birthday.

Softy Mango Moueese from Jack Place Eatiz.

Step 4: Make the right address.
I have almost lost the direction itself from the cab. Wondering she told, whether it’s Blk 295 or Blk 259.

Step 5: Be a happy pie of the day.
You know you would have so much fun inside there. Socialize everyone including other family members at home.

Mary and I. The little small girl is Mary's sister. Isn't she cute?

Don't you agree?

Check out my e-mail, and I received something which made me nodded my head for many times.

the F word.

Lately, I’ve been mixed socially of fussy. You know customers, been picky about your things you sell. Perhaps, it’s not the deal of the pricing. Look at the way people to judge every parts of a thing; particular about petty detail, certainly I always see hard to satisfy. And what happen likewise to me when I’m fussy?
When I skip dinner because none of the pots in kitchen gave a whiff of my favorite dishes, I’m fussy. I’ll tell Mum, ‘Nah, no thanks.’
When I scrunch my nose and wipe the tip of the toilet bowl with tissue, someone doesn’t put the toilet seat down.
When I satisfy any pants in the shop, especially I’m merchandiser, knowing their cuttings fit into me.

The funny thing is I’m not particularly picky. I don’t get anxious when a restaurant fails to serve up-to standard. I don’t pull a long face when someone gets late to meet up. That said, as I strive to be older and wiser, I have decided to keep myself in check.
When I drop a guy who’s potentially husband material from my list because our humour-sharing sessions were as off-killer as, a stand up, I’m fussy.

And one fateful conversation with Helen, my colleague, that she thought I refused to budge from my requirements if only pledging commitment guy who total package- kind, street-smart, self-assured man who shares my sense of humour. (Yeah. Obviously, she doesn’t know I’m dating with someone.) “It seems to be a small matter that he doesn’t have the same sense of humour as you do. Don’t you think you’re being too fussy?” she said.

As that point, it struck me that my so-called fussiness has been equated with sky-high expectations. I don’t need him to have looks and the liquidity of David Beckham. All I’m asking for is someone who has a similar set of qualities as mine.

You may able to identify with me at some point in your life, perhaps. We work hard to get that promotion, sign up for spa sessions and dancing classes, pay for our own Gucci, and think nothing of jet-setting half-way the world. We are living, to a large extent, by our own rules. We set those standard rules for ourselves, and our standards often equated with happiness. Of course, things don’t always go our way, and we learn to make the best of it while even don’t stop striving fulfill our standard in tosses.

Certainly, there are those who carry their own realistic expectations throughout their lives and never seen content. It’s all fine if they affect only themselves, but it’s not cool if they make life difficult for others.

If being fussy is about seeking your own happiness and making no apologies, then I shall not blame my customers.

An lovely Quote.

I thought that I would share an inspiring quote with you all today rather than philosophize on something. Enjoy.

This is a quote out of my yearbook and it has an unknown author. You may have seen it somewhere before.

“For attractive lips, speak words of kindness. For lovely eyes, seek out the
good in people. For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. For
beautiful hair, let a child run her fingers through it once a day. For poise,
walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone. People, even more than
things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never
throw out anyone. Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one
at the end of each of your arms. As you grow older, you will discover that you
have two hands; one for helping yourself, and the other for helping others.“

No excues

Wow, it seems like no one has posted comments here in quite a while. I’ll try to keep this updated a bit more, but everyone’s busy this time of year with school, my friends most probably.
Anyway, today I’d like to talk about determinism. Basically, determinism is the belief that a higher power is responsible for our actions. This is a load of crap. We are all responsible for our actions and our actions only. By attributing (or blaming) everything to others, you are evading responsibility. I don’t mean to attack people who are shiftless at all, but determinism, a subset of “most” relies, is neither realistic nor correct. I think that we all would like to believe in things that are true. No one is responsible for you except for YOU, not God, not someone teaches you, not your parents, YOU. Self-reliance is man’s way to survive and a direct product of responsibility.
So no excuse, I’m telling myself expect times when was times I think I’m grown up to a big adult, not small anymore.

OS: For this Christmas, forget about the Jewel Box big event at Mount Faber. Simply have a small log cake at home before Mum and Dad will be backing home from Shenzhen, their second trip at 17th November December.

Lovebite.

一直认为自己还在‘空窗期’的我，不自不觉地喜欢上他。

坦白说，我好像有了三个恋爱经验哦。之前那两个恋爱，好像都只是顺手而以。
你因该不相信吧？

没错，昨天我和他见面了。我们分手了。好悲哦，好悲哦。
从来不知道我有和别人交往的父母，我真的不知要如何跟他们说。在读书的时候，并没有谈恋爱，只是懂得测验要满分。再说，妈妈的病情不稳定，姐姐最近被前夫扰乱，不想增加母亲的压力。变得我好没有勇气哟，连好朋友我都不敢告诉他们。所以只好隐瞒大家。

认识他好像有两个月，和他的时间并不多。因为人手不够，要接近佳节，我几乎天天做工，不要说他，我连好姐妹都难遇约出来。所以我们在一起好像偷偷摸摸的，有些认真，有些暧昧，就是不公开先。但是，他就不认同了。

我越来越没有时间倍他，他说越来越没有我的存在，慢慢会淡了，褪色。
只记得他的体贴，他的关心，他的温柔。我好为难哦。我怎么睡得着？说不遗憾是骗人的。

说真的，昨天刚刚见到他的时候，我有些说不出的感动。
放弃跟你在一起，我害怕这只是一个美丽的回忆，而错过的爱情。

You Are An Understanding Girlfriend!

You care about your guy, so much that you tend to put him first And while this makes your relationship smooth, sometimes you let big things slide Still be your understanding self, but if something really bothers you - let your guy know He'll still want you, even if you occasionally disagree

What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?

OS: I've been looking back, will you still be around?

Bad emotion and made it into half.

Wondering who the one sings 'Bleeding Love', with her attractive local voice. She was Leona Lewis, who won the UK And U.S TV competition, X Factor. I love her amazing songs she sang, and let's me feel its songs. She made the crowd crapped for her. Wonderful lady.

If you've not know her yet, wanna to see her performances in the show. Just click and see. Sure, you would like it.

I dislike the raining that fell apart. It fell apart when you're far away
from me. You're so far.. so far... from me.

Foods, foods, foods, foods and still FOODS.

Never thought having the family dinner today, yeah I mean only today. Sister called me over and I walked across one street, joining them for buffet dinner inside the hotel. I couldn’t think that I have eaten a bowl of fish noodles soup in 1 hour ago. And then, I ended up in a restaurant.

Geeks. June started playing her camera with me, ah, without my permission. Look at her. But one thing I know. She don't know how to use the function. Hahah.

June and her boyfriend, Roy.

It's not a bad day for me, but it's a 'full' day indeed. WTH.

The foods was delicious but they killed me, stomachache.

PS: People, I gonna close my chatter box and really really wanting to have some comments. I needs your 'Big Mouths'.

At airpot day.

After a few hours, i gotta met sister, June. She met me at the mrt station before I left my workplace. What a damn, I turned down to be late. And you know her, she started to chase me from the way to the station. Like Hell.

Mrt station is where a place we treat as a playgound, only ours.

Look at her. She know what she was playing.

She flimed me in her camera. Walau, she made like a ghost indeed. Faded ghost and Halfed-body. Just practice and capture more picture, Jane Jane.

The train stopped at the new airport, Terminal 3 . Everything there is new, very new. And Jane started to flim me again. Agrh.

We went for the skytrain to Terminal 1. This is really my 1st time in the skytrain. Well, it is clear and spacey, which is convenient for passagers with them big luge luggages. And we could only sat at a corner, travelling a very short distance, arrived at another terminal.

Looking around, we 'searched' June and her boyfriend at the other side of the airport. We went for dinner. (Oops, sorry no photo at this moment. I was busy handling my fork and knife. Excuse me.)

Back to the basement then, it's the arrival hall. The time was around, Joyce and Jack was there.

Joyce. Waiting in her temper.

Jack. His new hairstyle was to have an warm welcome to Mum and Dad.

The last moment.

Lying at home, just waiting a few hours before Mum and Dad will be back. Brother and I make today so-called a ‘D-day’. D is stand for Defense. We really got cold feet while Mum and Dad start to scold and roar. Aww. Checking up and down everything it’s all right, guess there’ll be no scolding from parent themselves. Yeah, it reminds me asking Aunt to wash my car outside later.

Heys that's my very first trophy (and i guess it should the last ones too), while Jack found it and was cleaning up my space at my room.

Honestly, Jack do better job than me in the house. Mum kept complaining me about my messy bedroom, and things were everwhere over the place. Rather different, Jack keeps his things in orderly, whatever stuffs he put it inside a box and then cabin. Just except, his room smells unpleasant some kinda where he started to cough and stayed inside in long hours air-con room. And yeas, he cooked for us a few days ago. Google.

OS: I’m cold sick, the weather happen so ridiculous.

I'm stay good, daddy & mummy.

It’s a long day, long weeks never before just waiting for Mummy and Daddy to be back from the airport. They’ll be back at this Thursday. Jack and I have an eye on the house, checking everything it’s okay, before Mummy and Daddy got shocking what have we done past few weeks when they’re not at home. Ha-ha. Don’t worry, just only the back door locker was spoiled and we called someone to change it yesterday. I guess Mummy will surely know it as the locker as obviously different from the original, Rah.

Joyce and I buy breakfast for every mornings. I couldn’t wonder we had walking down all the streets from house, with our home clothes dressing; so called Pajamas, and without putting ‘eyes brow’ makeups. That’s horrible if you see anyone NO Eyebrows outside. We noticed it until one of my customers was on the same streets, going for work and she recognized us and shock. But we don’t bother because since we have already no reputation there… SO WE DON’T CARE ANYWAY. Well, I have my Burger king Breakfast.

Back home, I dove Joyce around in despite of not having her car license. Joyce was instructing me my direction of steeling wheel indeed. I dove to the HDB flat car park to practice my parking, and around the areas which I have not even driven there before, like Tampine site. I have to do before Daddy come home because’ you know he wouldn’t want me drive so far. And I dove in the early morning for buying breakfasts home.

The days were really bad especially people were walking around and, rather not purchasing. You know Daddy kept asking what happen to the business. I can’t defined him anything yet I promised him the next time sure be better. Whatever, I hope I’m not consoling myself too. Guess Daddy should be somewhere desperate having big problems mindset, to save all of us out there. He called me past two days out of spite and I thought something was wrong.
He was annoyed and in irritated tone.
‘How were the shops?’
‘It’s not good at all.’
‘It should be better especially this season having more holidays. Have to be stressed ourselves, don't we? ’
‘Does anyone come in for interviews?’
‘Yes, there are. But mostly came in were students, they’ll work for us in short-term only, plus higher pay they’re asking.’
‘You better tell Joyce to hire a girl faster and stable working. We've not much time. Mum’s medical expenses were quite tough down there.’
‘Oh, I’m trying too.’
‘Take care, and don’t drive alone.’


Okay, please buy!

Just for fun.

Joyce ong. My godsister.

Helen Wong. My Colleage Staff

Jack Koh- My tickle Brother.

Shawn Xie. My friend.

Mei Yun. My Missing Buddy.

Goddy, don't forget me. Jess Koh.

Os: Hey, I do look abit like Mary Hah? Oh my god.