You learn something new and depressing everyday

You don't even have to look as far as North Korea for fresh disheartening realities. Yesterday, I logged onto Friendster and saw that a friend of mine had deleted all pictures of me in her profile because we squabbled. Boy I tell you, that sure puts her point across. Your face is as repulsive as naked old pornstars and I don’t want the other 256 people on my list to know I’m associated with you. That must mean she’s much more mature than I am. Like now I’m just another mobile number she’ll ditch out once the memory’s all filled.

Production week saps the energy out of me. Five things I'd rather be doing now:

·          Ask him out for some kind of unpronounceable ice-blended latte mocha frappucino chai thingy

·          Ask him out for something wholly pronounceable like bandung

·          Climb up Bukit Timah hill, sit in a lotus position and reach enlightenment (with a box of almond biscotti within a finger's reach)

·          Break into a Bollywood song, with Ooompa Loompas (in sarees no less) as back-up dancers

·          Organise a mourning ceremony that'll include Maori warrriors over Koizumi's departure. He is probably the one president I'd love to make ahem with.

Unfortunately, because it is at this very Chinese shophouse where I bread my butter, I'll just have to be good and stay put.