You can buy an island for a mere USD$26 500.

Yes, that's right. USD$ 26.5 K for a 6000 acre island.

"... Land Description
A large island off a newly discovered continent surrounded by deep creature infested waters. The island boasts beautiful beaches ripe for developing beachfront property..."

Do continue reading.

"... an old volcano with rumors of fierce creatures within, the outback is overrun with mutants, and an area with a high concentration of robotic miners guarded by heavily armed assault robots indicates interesting mining opportunities..."

Too bad someone already bought it.

Just had yummy cold crabs, bursting with juicy roe yesterday.

My cake was a X'mas Log Cake.

Joy.

A birthday girl was me!

Te futueo et caballum tuum.

I've just spent a few hours with some really un-lovely people. And yes, they do exist.

I was helping out a friend with some sweatshop stuff (Christmas rush and all) and Alex came by later to help, too.

He came a-bouncing in, happy as a clam, saying HI! to everyone as he walked in.

And he was rewarded with 4 women staring at him with mouths all agape.

No response there, so we went off into another room where we were supposed to work.

I do not know about him, but I was trying my darnest not to strangle the girl next to me as she ignored every attempt by Alex to make conversation.

And then one word hit me, and I felt sated. I have a word to describe her, and the other women, lest I forget.

Un-lovely.

Currently Listening To

Tell me on a Sunday, please.

Don't write a letter when you want to leave
Don't call me at 3 a.m. from a friend's appartment
I'd like to choose how I hear the news
Take me to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday please

Let me down easy, no big song and dance
no long faces, no long looks
no deep conversation
I know how I want you to say goodbye
Take me to a zoo that's got chimpanzees
Tell me on a Sunday please

Don't want to know who's to blame
It won't help knowing
Don't want to fight day and night
bad enough you're going
Don't leave in silence with no word at all
Don't get drunk and slam the door
That's no way to end this
I know how I want you to say goodbye
Find a circus ring with a flying trapeze
Tell me on a Sunday please

Currently Listening To

Santa Baby - Eartha Kitt

Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Come and trim my Christmas tree With some decorations bought at Tiffany's

I was at the IKEA Cafe yesterday night. It was very crowded, and almost every seat was filled. Ah hah! I spot an 2 seater table, but it was attached to another occupied table.

She was reading the papers when I approached.

With a wide, pleasant smile, I looked into her eyes and asked if the seats were taken, and if I could take them?

She stared at me and scowled.

I continued smiling and repeated the question, this time gesturing at the empty seats.

She stared at me and scowled.

Finally, she nodded her head and went back to her papers.

I sat down, and smiled at her again, thanking her.

She scowled.

For the next half hour, she thumbed through her New Paper and scowled. New Paper, why am I not surprised?

She scowled again.

And again.

I looked up from my book and looked at her. She squinted at me from the corner of her eyes. And scowled.

She's well dressed. Neatly groomed. Made up, polished nails. Nice shoes. Able to understand English. At least New Paper english.

So why does she lack the social graces to at least smile back when a stranger smiles at you?

But instead, stare, squint and scowl?

Social skills, indeed.

Ah... she's scowling again.

Oh yegawds.

Singaporeans are the rudest customers ever.

Send flames to me, spineless jellyfish. If you can even string a decent sentence together.

Before you leave your TCS Channel 8 existence, before you leave your perfect Channel U 'life' and barge into my space with your "tah jai jiang se moh?" into the rest of the civilised world.

For the love of all things decent.

Don't.

Baristas are human, biatch.

People who stand behind the counter are serving you, not enslaved to you.

The correct response to "Hi! How are you today!?" is NOT a blank stare into space.
Neither is a slow blink THEN rolling of your eyes.
How does "Wait!" sound like an appropriate answer?
Oh, let's not forget the hand in the air reponse.

Talk to this hand, biatch.

Shouting irrationally at me because I refuse to let your smelly misbehaving dog sit on our chairs will only make pity you.
Snapping your fingers in the air to get my attention will only make me mock you.
Using your index finger to call me over will only make me mock you and your family.
Telling me you've been to stores all over the world, then ordering an "Ice Cappuccino" will only make me ask if you were referring to a Frappuccino, perhaps?
Then getting angry at me because, god forbid, How DARE I suggest that you do not know what you want?
How DARE I suggest that we've never served "Ice Cappuccino", ever. Yes, even in those stores you've been to, "overseas lah! not like here!".

And your children?

They will grow up like you, poor things.

Graceless, heartless, thoughtless, rude.

Much like you.

All of you.