I am thinking about baking
Scary stuff: Am thinking about ... tah dah dah duuummm... baking.
Yes, have reached the stage where I am completely bored with cooking liao. So gene might be eating muffins for many many days after this.
Cham. Four weeks in and going nutters already.
An update on Brock. He's settled down fine, he's a talkative one and yowls when he wants attention but not as loud as the first night. And Nookie, hehe, he did well with the harness and leash. Not bothered by them at all - he is THAT sanguine.
But he's too freaked out by the cars whizzing by and simply sits on the porch and refuses to move and scoots back into the apartment at first chance.
Can hear him crunching on his dry cat food now.
He will be a perfect pet for someone with kids because he is just the gentlest soul and doesn't mind being carried and cuddled. In fact, he loves snuggling down to sleep with you at night. Better if he can knead you while he's kooning.
Other updates: Oh, remember Gene's drowned O2 PDA? it mysteriously revived last night - hahahhaha - after G spending 500 bucks on a new HP. Sniggers. Gene was mighty irritated, but okay lah, he likes the HP a bitty bit better because of the bigger screen, and he's used to it now anyways.
My blades still have not arrived. It had better come by this week or I will cancel the order. The power of consumers here... amazing.
Had my first day of volunteer work today - okay lah, time killer is what I'd call it. It's quite menial, doing paperwork and saying hi to patients and helping register them. But that's about it... not very mentally challenging but I guess beggars can't be choosers.
Though, that said... maybe will get to go to a conference in Chicago for ST next week. Of course, I leave all my work-y clothes back home. So... *ulps* no jacket! No serious skirts or anything. Cham man.
Some construction going on in the yard outside the apartment at the moment - must say ah... construction workers here very high class. All of them wear these luminous T-shirts and vests, and all very well kitted out in these timberland type boots and bermuda shorts. They go home at 5 on the dot. And everything's done by machine, all sorts of machines, digging a trench? There's a machine to do that. Digging up the weeds, oh there's a small tractor that does exactly that....
Back home, a poor Bangladeshi worker will be lucky to get nice reflective clothes and will be digging everything up by hand and with brute strength.
We treat construction workers too badly in Singapore.
Singaporeans are a bunch of condescending bastards: you from poor underdeveloped country? Then work your ass off for a measly amount of money because hey, that's supposed to be a lot of money where you come from anyway.
And you should be grateful for the awful conditions, the hazards we put you through and dammit yes, and you should be happy about the too-much-work and too heavy loads because we can find someone else to replace you ANYTIME.
We are all phuckers. Really.
On another note: Minn is experiencing its hottest summer in years, there's not enough rain and about 78 per cent of the crops here are suffering - not enough water.
And the Weather Channel on TV is REALLY popular here. :) well, i suppose it is important to watch when temperatures can plunge freakily. Someone was telling us a few years ago a bunch of people died because they were out in the river in a nice 20 some deg C day, then due to a freak storm, temperatures plunged to the minus region... like hummm.
okay... will post more another day.
Yes, have reached the stage where I am completely bored with cooking liao. So gene might be eating muffins for many many days after this.
Cham. Four weeks in and going nutters already.
An update on Brock. He's settled down fine, he's a talkative one and yowls when he wants attention but not as loud as the first night. And Nookie, hehe, he did well with the harness and leash. Not bothered by them at all - he is THAT sanguine.
But he's too freaked out by the cars whizzing by and simply sits on the porch and refuses to move and scoots back into the apartment at first chance.
Can hear him crunching on his dry cat food now.
He will be a perfect pet for someone with kids because he is just the gentlest soul and doesn't mind being carried and cuddled. In fact, he loves snuggling down to sleep with you at night. Better if he can knead you while he's kooning.
Other updates: Oh, remember Gene's drowned O2 PDA? it mysteriously revived last night - hahahhaha - after G spending 500 bucks on a new HP. Sniggers. Gene was mighty irritated, but okay lah, he likes the HP a bitty bit better because of the bigger screen, and he's used to it now anyways.
My blades still have not arrived. It had better come by this week or I will cancel the order. The power of consumers here... amazing.
Had my first day of volunteer work today - okay lah, time killer is what I'd call it. It's quite menial, doing paperwork and saying hi to patients and helping register them. But that's about it... not very mentally challenging but I guess beggars can't be choosers.
Though, that said... maybe will get to go to a conference in Chicago for ST next week. Of course, I leave all my work-y clothes back home. So... *ulps* no jacket! No serious skirts or anything. Cham man.
Some construction going on in the yard outside the apartment at the moment - must say ah... construction workers here very high class. All of them wear these luminous T-shirts and vests, and all very well kitted out in these timberland type boots and bermuda shorts. They go home at 5 on the dot. And everything's done by machine, all sorts of machines, digging a trench? There's a machine to do that. Digging up the weeds, oh there's a small tractor that does exactly that....
Back home, a poor Bangladeshi worker will be lucky to get nice reflective clothes and will be digging everything up by hand and with brute strength.
We treat construction workers too badly in Singapore.
Singaporeans are a bunch of condescending bastards: you from poor underdeveloped country? Then work your ass off for a measly amount of money because hey, that's supposed to be a lot of money where you come from anyway.
And you should be grateful for the awful conditions, the hazards we put you through and dammit yes, and you should be happy about the too-much-work and too heavy loads because we can find someone else to replace you ANYTIME.
We are all phuckers. Really.
On another note: Minn is experiencing its hottest summer in years, there's not enough rain and about 78 per cent of the crops here are suffering - not enough water.
And the Weather Channel on TV is REALLY popular here. :) well, i suppose it is important to watch when temperatures can plunge freakily. Someone was telling us a few years ago a bunch of people died because they were out in the river in a nice 20 some deg C day, then due to a freak storm, temperatures plunged to the minus region... like hummm.
okay... will post more another day.
Wow, Brock is some kinda special! I don't know of any cat that even understands the concept of a leash. Ask my human. She put one on me once and I reacted by staring up at her to tell her (telepathically): 'What do you take me for, some dumb dog?' The next thing I did was alternate between chewing the leash and swatting at it. Harharhar. Send my lurrve to Brock. He looks like a beautiful, gentle soul, if also a little bit of a scaredy cat.
Nookie
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AmyC |
18:07
nice blog!
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06:54