just received my annual appraisal score through email complete with a linear graph showing you exactly where you stand in the eyes of the company.
feels kinda validating actually being 933.










out of 4023.

before and after

then



now

today's job:
serve 200 indians on a 5hr flight,
kinda feel like i deserve some sort of medal. like, "thank you, i'm so grateful to be bestowed this I-Shouldn't-Be-Alive award, of course i have to give credit to dear friend valium, how else would i have achieved the unthinkable. there were bleak moments i admit but your calming effects put life back into my stride. Thank you and god bless."

so after that wretched 5hrs i ran to nassy for reprieve/dinner. not before wiring starhub part of the amount i owe them. ouch. oh and if you ever get a half A4 sized envelope, don't open it. Trust me just take wot you need and run. never look back.
don't say i didn't warn you.
here's wot i told nassy:
i need a special drink pls, one that if you've spent the last 5hrs 35000ft up in the air with 200 indians and who's starhub bill just turned her into a penniless pauper, that sorta drink special drink por favor.

here's wot she brought: 1 bottle ginseng chrysanthemum and 1 bottle water chestnut drink.
You just gotta love that doofus!

lovable cacat friends light my life up

karol: in honour of coming to shenton way i wore pants, not shorts.
me: aren't those tights?
karol: it covers my legs..



bozo: let's cross at the zebra crossing.
me: here!? Nas you do realise these are the slowing down stripes for cars right? do you know wot a zebra crossing is.
bozo: i only know the ones at the night safari are painted like a zebra.




here's my personal favourite; ms tan - moulding the future of our nation.
me: wot do you do when you realise you're a cougar?

ms tan: You go with it!

the equivalent of 5 pairs of Jimmy Choos is gonna leave my wallet and jump right into Starhub's pockets this month.






if you can't reach me, i'm on a cell strike.

i've fed myself, the cat and all 3 hamsters.. and i'm still sleepless.
one too many nights spent in paris.
mr sandman, come quick!

he calls me his best friend.




:)