slowly, but surely, the work week is rolling to a close. 20 minutes to lunch, and i've done jack shit since rucking up at 10am (an hour late, same old, same old) today. okay, to give myself some credit (and make myself feel less like a useless space taker-upper), i restructed a couple sentences, and even started on a new paragraph. see what sheer will power can do for you?

seriously, my neck is hurting like a mother-heffer and im starvin marvin. dress code today, quite unfetch, hair has too much clay (i blame it on the exciting kitaro music in the cab this morning), i've got two mosquito bites on face, and excessively oily hands from over-indulging myself with hand lotion.

I AM IN NECK HELL!! my new definition of hell: painting room after room, with a tight and painful knot down your neck and shoulder. now thats hell. have just upped my heartlanderness with the multiple salonpas plasters all over my neck and shoulder. and yes, i do intend to go for lunch like that.

in other news, have discovered the funniest porno title ever: breasts of burden, can't wait to watch that one. TEE HEE HEE. also, am out to prove lynn wrong, that i CAN be celibate if i want to. (*cue for everyone to go "yeah right") but i swear, this neck pain is no joke. really, i cant even laugh because it hurts so mother cheebye badly. and FYI, no, this is not the result of some circus ole sex act.

i suspect i have holes in my pockets. yep, that must be why im broke again one week after pay day. lynn reckons i should stop smoking. me: are you mad? telling me to quit smoking is like telling me to stop breathing! smoking is my genes!"


seether f. amy lee - broken

am terrific. IOTM status has long been degraded to that of lowly nobody since the arrival of super enthu co worker(major slacker style cramper) rucked up into office at 10:15 today, over an hour late...this bearing in mind that i look the day off on friday (house painting), and went "home" after lunch yesterday. i swear its the toxic paint fumes thats screwing me up.

speaking of toxic paint fumes, the entire weekend (friday 2pm - sunday 10pm) was spent painting lynn & kev's new place (COINCIDENTALLY my new place too.. yes am shyless like that). we had a great laugh about everything..it was dirty, and hot, and sticky, and snappy sometimes, but it was a wonderful weekend with a wonderful bunch of people. nathan and her retarded jokes, lynn and her clever way of making other people do the stuff she doesnt wanna do, ie. the hard stuff, and kev, doing all the typical uncle things, has not stopped smiling all weekend. i am so happy for you both, really, and am terribly glad to be part of the whole process. (for funny quips and all that jazz, lynn's blog)

all in all, in a span of a weekend, we have turned into a bunch of happy heartlanders. on friday, when it was just me and lynn, we bought dinner from the coffee shop and ate it in front of the tv, watching the 7pm local chinese drama. i turned to lynn and laughed because there we were, hair all disheveled, looking most un-fetch, just reveling in our newfound heartlander-ness. by the time kev and nathan came over on saturday, we had all gotten to know the store owners at the coffee shop (who now know we live at bukit batok, are in our twenties, have spent the whole weekend painting, and that lynn wants her mui fan with more meat, more fish, no prawns, no sotong)

perks of being a heartlander:

-the term 'self-service' does not apply. the ladyboss of the zi cha store walked by with a plate of noodles and i said "ooh wats that?" her "noodles, you want?" me "oh yes, thanks". how great is that.

-you get to christen cats. theres ginger, the one that loiters outside econmini mart, and then theres my favorite, mooks (shes black and white, like milk and cookies, therefore mookies, and mooks for short)

-neighbors that play mahjong all night long so we dont feel so bad yelling "FUCKING CHAO CHEEBYE! I PAINTED THE WRONG PART!" at 5 in the morning.

-everything is so god damned cheap (like 12 towels for $1.80)..its like having the GSS everyday.

-so many salons to chose from, so little hair to cut. whats a girl to do?

-nosy neighbours either drawn by the smell of paint, the ruckus at 5 in the morning, or..word got around that lynn's got some (in the words of kev), "power" you-know-whats.


taking back sunday - this photograph is proof