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.