Orangeous Dailies

I have been living at Spottiswoode Apartments @ Spottiswoode Park Road all my life. We started out on the 8th floor, before moving up to the 21st, when I was in Primary school.

We had to move out due to an en-bloc sale (which we fought against and lost). Prior to the en-bloc sale, Spottiswoode Apartments used to be a nice place to live in. The building was old but clean. The people living there were friendly and even helped to put out a fire.

After the en-bloc sale, many families moved out. The empty apartments were then rented out by the management. Foreigners such as KTV hostesses moved in. Things started to get fucked up from then on. These KTV hostesses would stink up the lift with their leave-on conditioner and strut around in their skimpy little dresses. Residents had a few confrontations with these rascals over “cab-snatching” incidents. These part-time prostitutes would bring men back to their little whorehouses, get drunk and cause a lot of trouble for the security guard. The blue-collar foreigners, living below us, stole shopping carts and hung their clothing all over the corridor ledges. Bicycles were strewn all over the lobby and along the corridors. They started having “midnight picnics” at the playground. Spottiswoode Apartments became a horrible place to live in.

We started to pack up and move out before the 010310 deadline. Changi Rise @ Simei Rise was our next destination. We had it rented out since it was built in 2004. There was no way we could move everything there, as Changi Rise was already fully furnished. We ended up throwing and giving away a lot of stuff. Dad was the most emotionally affected as he gave away all his discus fish and tanks (his 13-year hobby).

My room. Everything has to go into boxes.

A few more bulky items to go.

Jessie helping to pack my stuff into boxes.

Our first meal at the new place.

I know it’s a little late but our schedules have been so tight we haven’t even celebrated Valentines Day!

Samsonite laptop bag from Jessie.

Thank you so much my dear!

To be updated soon…

Mild Seven Lights.

Some say that price matters.

I say that taste… is everything.

Mild Seven Lights.

Three weeks of hell lie ahead for our project team. This is the most intense period I have ever encountered (and hopefully, will encounter) during my uni life.

All the assignments are mostly due within the next three weeks. There are project meetings almost everyday, including weekends. I foresee long hours of staring at Powerpoint and Word documents. The atmosphere will be tense. People will definitely be irritated by the sudden need to abandon all other social activities and spend long hours in school.

Then again, it’s reassuring to know that it’s only school work. We can afford to slip up and fall here. We will still get a second chance the next (and last) trimester to score well.

Things are much tougher outside, as all my working friends would say.

I totally agree.

I’m smiling to myself even though I have a huge pile of school work sitting on the table.

I had better get going.

Dexter got neutered.

Oooo… It hurts… so… bad!

Shows how movies are made.

It is a slow day in the small Minnesota town of Marshall, and streets are deserted. Times are tough, everybody is in debt, and everybody is living on credit.

A rich tourist visiting the area drives through town, stops at the motel, and lays a $100 bill on the desk saying he wants to inspect the rooms upstairs to pick one for the night.

As soon as he walks upstairs, the motel owner grabs the bill and runs next door to pay his debt to the butcher.

The butcher takes the $100 and runs down the street to retire his debt to the pig farmer.

The pig farmer takes the $100 and heads off to pay his bill to his supplier, the Farmer’s Co-op.

The guy at the Farmer’s Co-op takes the $100 and runs to pay his debt to the local prostitute, who has also been facing hard times and has had to offer her “services” on credit.

The hooker rushes to the hotel and pays off her room bill with the hotel owner.

The hotel proprietor then places the $100 back on the counter so the rich traveler will not suspect anything.

At that moment the traveler comes down the stairs, states that the rooms are not satisfactory, picks up the $100 bill and leaves town.

No one produced anything. No one earned anything… However, the whole town is now out of debt and now looks to the future with a lot more optimism.

Source : 40 Stripes.

Gameplay.

Upgrade your virus, buy heroes, dominate the world.

Singapore included.

My score.

Infectionator World Dominator : http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/527013

Chinese New Year 2010 came at a time when our family was preparing to move out of Spottiswoode Apartments. We didn’t do much visiting. Instead, we stayed at home to finishing up packing before the end-of-the-month deadline.

I don’t even have curtains in my living room when my uni classmates came over to visit!

My place. (From left) Amelia, Clarisse, Wenjie, Gabriel, Mira, Fauzan, me and Jessie.

Wishing you and your family a happy Chinese New Year!

Valentine’s Day Special.

Ordered a Valentine’s Day cake from The Jelly Hearts for $32. The packaging is beautiful. I like the jelly and the crunchy base a lot.

I’m definitely going back again for another cake like this.

Seller Details

Name : Candie Tan

Email : sugartoffee@hotmail.com

Website : http://thejellyhearts.wordpress.com/

I’m mad as f…. right now.

You have absolutely no idea how cunning this taxi driver can get!

He got his $1,440 for his cracked bumper sensors and loss-of-use claims. I expected the story to end there.

Almost 7 months after the accident, he filed a bodily injury claim against me.

Cupcakes.

Mira bought cupcakes for all of us. Thank you Mira!

Yesterday, Jessie cooked dinner for the both of us.

Double-boiled corn soup.

XO Chicken.

Thank you so much my dear!

This happened over dinner a few weeks ago.

Mum : Every Chinese New Year we give them (referring to my sis and I) cash in red packets. And we end up having to deposit the cash for them.

Dad : Give me all your bank account numbers. Wrong number, no money.

This year we are going paperless.

As we grow older, we are more likely to be judged by our capabilities, rather than our looks. We still have to look decent of course, well-groomed and presentable. But that pretty face don’t matter anymore.

This is good news for me, because I never had anything to start off with.

Skybridge.

The Skybridge, at 50 storeys high up, is one of the best places in Outram to leap off. It costs just $5. The view on the way down can only be described as spectacular, and death, very certain.

I agree that Pinnacle At Duxton is a beautiful yet convenient location to live in. But everytime I look out of my window, I get an eerie feeling that the Skybridge might just end up as a popular suicide spot.

WARNING : GRAPHIC CONTENT

Forwarded via email.

Dried dogs.

This is unbelievably cruel.