watching ghosts whisperer now. i like this show, quite interesting and touching and i'm quite embarrassed to say i cry almost episode. almost meaning i don't cry when i don't manage to catch it. hahaha....
its ten-ish now and technically i'm supposed to be at the airport saying goodbye to eugene. my dear eugene kor-kor is leaving for switzerland to study hotel management. how cool is dat? switzerland leh...brings to mind snow-capped mountains, cheese and blue eyed blondes. i wanna go too! can someone pls sponsor my air ticket?
anyway due to my nua-ness and lack of support from mr poo, i am now at hm, comfortably sitting on my chair typing away, turning my head every few mins to the tv. i admit i have become spoilt. I no longer want to take public transport unneccessarily (which translates into only public transport for commuting to work and church). Anywhere else I wanna go, either mr poo fetches me or I jus do my part at contributing to the taxi uncle's income. this week has been taxi almost everywhere, which brings me to one of my biggest grouses.
TAXIS!! I hate cabs that put the "on call" sign when they obviously are just cruising around waiting to be booked. why? just to earn a measly few bucks and in the end earn the hatred of the general public. Just did a quick check on comfort delgro. they have 15,600 taxis. just comfort delgro alone, not counting the other cab companies. so i estimate that there are 25,000 taxis in singapore. 25,000 taxis. twenty-five thousand. then how come there are no cabs when ppl need them???grrrr....
but Daddy has been good to me. When the taxis eventually come, they tend to be merc cabs and all my anger and fustration will ease by alittle as i slouch back into the deep comfy leather seats and rest my aching legs.
This week has been a long week. mentally and physically tiring. after my client meeting on tuesday, the to-do list seems to be never ending. i predict another tiring week next week. oh well..i shall take things as they come. my strength is from the Lord and He shall give me the grace, the strength and wisdom to carry me thru.
Shalom!
& there she goes, chasing her fairytales ; 10:40 PM
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