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Sunday, March 11, 2007

I'm planning for a holiday. Somewhere far far away.

I never knew planning for holidays could be so stressful. The last holiday I planned was not too bad, because at that time I bought a free and easy package where flight and accomodation is taken care of (as well as airport transfers). All I had to do was plan the ground tour (i.e. where to go on day one, what to eat and so on).

This time, I'm planning from scratch. Flights, entertainment tickets, airport transfers and hotels have to be booked separately without breaking our budget. I'm so glad I was able to find a (relatively) cheaper air fare from Singapore Airlines (yay me). So we could travel comfortably because it is such a long flight. Now its on to hotels and the logistics.

Had so many arguments with Mr Bee because of the arrangements (haha, when u look back, its because I was too stressed on planning to get the best deals without sacrificing too much of our comfort, a relatively hard task you know).

But all in all, I just hope everything is going to fall in to place perfectly. Its the first time I've planned for a 2 week holiday abroad. Now lets hope I dont spend myself into bankruptcy yeah? (tee hee hee).

How stressed do you go to self plan your holidays?

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We went to VivoCity this weekend. One of the very few shopping places I like in Singapore where it is not so cramped (you should try going there before 12, after 12, it starts to get crazy).

Guess what I saw:









A Nabaztag BUNNY (see here: http://www.nabaztag.com/en/index.html) live in action. These bunnies are so damn expensive. If they were cheaper, I would get one for myself! When I saw it, It quoted the time, sang some songs and talked (couldn't hear). Its so cute! The ears were moving.

I also saw this at the cinema:

Hehe. Brings back old memories. They are doing the promo for the new film I guess.

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Thursday, March 08, 2007

I took this picture of my building after escaping from it (and having a long lunch to boot). The building was closed (and we had a day off!). I felt the tremor and it felt like I was going to faint (dizzines, nauseous) and my brain felt like it is being shaken. Lucky I was at the lower floors. I wouldnt want to know what happened to the higher floors. I heard that it was quite bad that the tables moved. Even the filing room (those with moveable racks), the racks swung back and forth.

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One of the rare days I get to go back home during the rush hour (6.30pm - 7.30pm), some moron on the MRT came to spoil my evening. Normally, during rush hour there will be loads of people in the MRT and most of the time, if you aren't skilled enough, you dont get a place to sit. I'm not so skilled today. So I stood. Since the MRT was packed, I braved my hands to hold onto those icky poles.



There is this dude who came in from City Hall MRT, rushed in to the train shoved his way through masses of people in the train. This dude, obviously able bodied and able to balance his way in the train (cos he wasnt carrying anything) SNATCHED MY PLACE by shoving me aside so that HE can hold the STUPID icky poles. FYI I hate strangers brushing me so I moved. I gave him the death glare and he feigned ignorance. So fine. I moved and tried to balance my way home in the MRT.



No. The story doesnt end there. He, obviously at the back of me, kept leaning back like a MORON should and kept brushing against me. He kept looking back to see the train route. I mean, cant he like a normal person just turn and look at the train route? And MUST HE TURN 10 times to see a train schedule? The process of him turning back irritates me because he kept touching me "accidentally".



I felt like smacking him with my bag(s).





See how the MORON kept leaning backwards. EVEN THOUGH HE WAS HOLDING THAT DAMN POLE. See how packed the train is and he cant even keep his own body to himself. MORON. It is as though it is not enough that I have to deal with rampaging aunts who are so skilled to barge themselves ensuring they have a seat in the MRT throughout their whole ride. I have to deal with this MORON. *SIGH*

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