navigate

I was screwed by Mr. Zuko for not bringing him to that place I should have brought him long ago. He totally ripped Miss Ego from my orientation department, threw her on the ground, and spat on her. I can't help it that I never remember roads or streets or alleys. I can't help it too that I never remember roads or streets or alleys even after my 4th visit. To the very same place via the very same route. I just don't have that special superpower! I can't help it too that my recollections come back in spurts.

I'm left with no choice. I have to become a rich woman with a chauffeur. I don't want to be the patron of SMRT/TIBS/SBS for the rest of my miserable life.

it's all over

I had one of the worst New Year's eve last night. At the last minute of 2002, I was still walking amidst some thousands of hot, sticky people, looking for some totally worthless friends. That was horri-freaking-ble!! Even after we've decided to abort mission, launch our Plan B, things only got worse than worst. All the clubs were fully packed! There was no way anyone could get pass that queue just to stick a little toe through the entrance. Imagine having to sit by the Singapore River, looking at some scantily dressed girls prancing around with their sparklers, on the day you should be partying and drinking like a mad cow. It doesn't matter now does it? It's all over!