Dating at 30
As I tweeted, it's difficult to date at my age, because EVERY MAN past the age of 30 has baggage. Loads of it.
I cannot tell you how many dates I've been on with men only for them to tell me during the first date, sometimes up to the fifth date, that they are divorced/a single parent/have kids/separated/recently out of a long term relationship... etc. Like fuck man, please say from the start can, so I can make my choice early?
And in this day and age, most times, a single woman past 30 is no longer a lonely spinster, but an independent fabulous bachelorette, and a single man past 30 is no longer a swinging bachelor but merely a man with loads of baggage.
Don't ask me how I came to the conclusion, but it's just an observation....
My Horoscope Today
It is possible that you've been so emotional about a certain issue that you've taken it way too far, Scorpio. Fortunately, your reasoning has finally caught up with your feelings. Now it's time for a reckoning. Give your brain a chance to sort things out and bring the situation back into equilibrium. Your first tendency may be to overreact and have things swing in the opposite direction. Do your best to resist this temptation.
My Ass is More High Tech
Fuck you DBS.
Every other month I get locked out of my internet banking account and have to call in only for them to tell me my token is not synced or whatever and they have to reset it for me.
This time they said it's cos I knocked my token around hence it went out of sync. Last time they said it's cos I seldom use it, but I use it every single month to pay rent and bills.
What other stupid excuse will they come up with?
Roar.
Miss those days when the landlord will come to the house to personally collect cash. How were bills paid in the past? Post office ah?
:)
I went for my first Chinese concert, and by God, Jay Zhou did not disappoint. The graphics and effects were absolutely stunning. Super high tech.
And he sang a lot of old songs I was familiar with.
Boy, is he fucking hot.
Evil Apple
After months and months of pathetically using my iPod whenever I could get my grubby hands on wifi while waiting for the 4GS, I couldn't wait anymore after reading about the lousy reviews for the 4GS. I headed out in the rain to IMM to buy me an iPhone.
The battery life is shit, but my life is complete. 
Me and You and a Dog Named Boo
It's funny how when you're one half of a couple, you get invited for all sorts of different activities than you normally are.
Like couple Scrabble.
Or a triple date movie thing.
Your partner gets invited for weddings/events. Bring the boyfriend, people always chirp. Why the fuck...? I always reply.
I have always maintained that it's healthier for couples to have separate social lives, but unfortunately, this doesn't apply to The Serf as he says that a couple is not just about 2 people; it's about mutual friends and families as well.
Something I have to get accustomed to I guess...
Tired As Hell
Being a working mom is tiring business. I come home and the house is almost always in a mess no thanks to a easily bored son who's teething, I clean up, mop the apartment twice, walk the son, wait for The Serf to come home and cook, I wash the dishes... I digress a little but by golly does he use a lot of dishes, and he uses the wok ALL the time which is so difficult to clean... followed by other ad hoc duties like doing laundry, or clearing the room.
By 11pm, I'm exhausted, and I usually fall asleep prematurely. The serf really had better start putting in more effort to help if he wants any kind of action at all. Am too tired to even cuddle.
So really, I salute all working moms out there with no helper at home.
Hedonistic Ways
I feel so fat and bloated. It's scary how my weight keeps increasing day by day. And I'm not one of those skinny bitches who moans about having a 26 inch waist or how fat they are okay? I feel my belly resting on my thighs when I sit down.
I have two pimples on my face, one on the cheek which refuses to disappear, and another right smack in the middle of my nose. My skin is getting oily and blotchy. I think it's the over-consumption of fried chicken wings, bacon, ham, steak.....the list goes on.
I drink beer almost everyday. I don't exercise much. I've been getting fed way too much unhealthy food.
I cannot turn 30 in this state. Something has to be done, and soon.
The Leap
How very uncharacteristic of me, but the boyfriend/better half/partner/whatever you call it nowadays, moved in with me last week.
You see, I'm an immensely private person who hates people touching my things, so I watched warily and nervously as he shifted my stuff to make room for his. He removed my LCD computer monitor, and hooked up my CPU to his LCD TV. He cleaned up my whole kitchen and storeroom to make more room for 3 car loads of his stuff consisting mainly of clothes and kitchenware. I had to create another user ID on my personal computer for him.
There was a lot of internal monologue going on in my head. Am I doing the right thing? Are we moving too fast? How do I know if he's the one? But I figured, every risk involves a leap of faith, and life would be boring if you didn't take risks. So what if it doesn't work out? At least we gave it a go.
But my favourite part of it all? I have an adopted son now. A furry one that is. And I get to go home to my two boys everyday.
Apps
I think a relationship is like an app or a game. Like Restaurant City - keep the patrons happy by serving food on time, cleaning the toilets, making sure they don't queue too long, etc.
In the same way, a relationship is analogous to a "how to keep the boyfriend happy" app. Feed him, talk to him when he's upset, give him hugs and cuddles, etc.
In the end, it's about whether you complete all the levels or you get bored and move on to another game.