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i've been in town for less than 24hrs and i've busted more than sgd600 from my wallet. talk about settling in. i might say perfectly. to be fair, i did buy this really contemporary and geeky braun buffel spectacles with 1.67 high-indexed, multi-coated, transition lenses.



and i'm still considering to upgrade to iphone 32gb 3gs for sgd628. i guess i'll just wait for oct 14 so that i can take advantage of a waiver of sgd300 - the early equipment retirement penalty.

hay... welcome to singapore.

with plans to spend less time onsite, i've decided to look for a room in singapore. i just can't keep staying at my friend's place for free. i may be shameless at time, but not all the time.

so i went to dear ole google for help. it spewed a few sites and one of the is www.share-accommodation.sg. i browsed through the ads and found some that i liked. i replied to some of them and one of them replied back with a very interesting offer.

picture this, a fabulously furnished apartment in clarke quay for only SGD600. i am not using 'fabulously' just because i love the word but because it is an apt description in this case. that alone is too good to be true. then it gets better. he sent me pictures of the place.


i can just imagine cooking in such kitchen



or lounging in this living area

yeah. he claimed that his late husband furnished the place. and he is currently in london overseeing his husband's estate. bingo, a gay landlord. what more could i ask for? so i also invited my friend to move in to the second room. this would work out nicely...

or not. i started noticing stuffs that made my gut instinct tingle:
- he claimed that his dad is indian and his mom is singaporean yet he has an indian passport. well, maybe he opted for his dad's citizenship rather than his moms. hmmm... really?
- the pictures in the ad and in the email he sent me were different
- in his email to my friend, he claimed that he is in london for internship. okay... getting stupider by the minute
- he will now allow viewing unless payment is received. he will then send the keys.
- he does not have a local bank account. instead, he asked me to forward my payment to western union in london

for any contract, trust is a big deal. with this one, trust is disappearing with each email we got from him.

so we decided to just ignore him and look for a new place. yesterday, he caught me online in gmail:
khalid: did u get my message
me: i did. did u get mine?
khalid: yes. so what do you intend doing?
me: if i can't view your place then i'll have to look for another place. i admit that it's really nice. too good to be true in fact. and that worries me. so i need to make sure that i'm not getting scammed.
khalid: you are not getting scammed of course,i sent you my scanned passport for identification so you have nothing to worry about
me: true. but like i said, i won't pay unless i see the place.
khalid: I understand but i am presently in UK a the moment so i prefer you make an upfront payment so i can mail the keys to you
me: you know what khalid, we won't get anywhere with this conversation. i just can't send you money without seeing the place and you won't mail the keys unless you received the money. stalemate. i'm not budging and i guess you're not budging as well

i'm too nice. i should have just told him to fuck off and shove his keys into his arse. good thing he didn't reply after that.

then, we got another email from a girl, peddling another unit but brandishing almost the same story - fabulous unit to rent, working in london and to send deposit and 1 month rent to london. WTF!

i had a conversation with a friend last night about personal happiness. i knew that i blogged about that a long time ago. so i tried looking for it here. i didn't find it because i found myself reading some of my previous entries.

i miss the person who wrote for this blog. a lot has changed over the time that i was gone. i used to be happy and contented. now i feel like i'm lost. i wish i could be that person who used to write for this blog...

but life moves forward. fiction has the time machine to go back or forward. but real life does not. and, seriously, there's no point in regrets. remember one of my favorite lines from rent?

i don't know whether it's the newest trend in gym classes. but i definitely find it weird for a les mills body combat class to be taught in hand signals. yes! hand signals people! two fingers pointing at the eyes to say look! then flashing digits using the fingers to say how many more repetitions to go. honestly man! it's crazy. oh. i correct myself. it was annoying!

lately, i find that the instructors at fitness first cebu are shunning the microphones. the body pump that i went to the past few weeks are going on without them. and now there's body combat. either their gear is defective or they just don't like using them anymore. either way, wtf!

i've been doing les mills classes for quite a while so i was familiar with the steps. but if i was a beginner, i would walk out of a class! hell, i'm not a beginner but still i wanted to walk out of it. the only thing that's keeping me in the class is the fact that i'm fat and i need to finish it to burn calories.

but seriously, wtf!

black and white shots inside the baclayon church

From bohol trip

From bohol trip

while rummaging through rows and rows of cds at odyssey in ayala looking for pinoy movies to bring to bangkok, i stumbled upon two pinoy compilation albums. senti and senti dos. senti dos has 18 pinoy love hits.

1. bakit ngayon ka lang - freestyle
2. hindi magbabago - randy santiago
3. panaginip - hotdog
4. kumusta ka - nonoy zuniga
5. hagkan - sharon cuneta
6. may minamahal - hajji alejandro
7. araw gabi - regine velasquez
8. pangako - rey valera
9. langit na naman - donna cruz
10. superstar ng buhay ko - cinderella
11. ikaw ang aking mahal - vst & co.
12. kung alam ko lang - toni daya
13. ipagpatawad - janno gibbs
14. tunay na mahal - lani misalucha
15. kahit ika'y panaginip lang - basil valdez
16. sa isip ko - agot isidro
17. dahil tanging ikaw - jaya
18. huwag ka lang mawawala - ogie alcasid

i know. jologs to the max. but kebs! listening to it was orgasmic. choz.

one of the things that i enjoyed most about my current assignment is the dress code. except for fridays, anything is acceptable as long as (1) i wear a top with collar and (2) i wear pants. then come fridays, i can come in more relaxed, sans the shorts of course. awesome right? awesome indeed.

even when i'm working at the engineering office - read testosterone-riched environment - i would throw caution to the wind sometimes and put together a rather fab ensemble - pointed shoes, skinny pants and fitted, collared top. typical gb3 rampa material. yeah. i know. overdressed for a desk job. but like i told my man, i love dressing up. and i didn't have as much freedom now as i have in my other engagements. so why hold back my fab self? besides, i have rather limited number of simple tops. so how?

anyway, i acknowledged that i overdress sometimes. and i honestly don't mind it. but today was rather interesting. here's what i whipped together:



as i was passing by these two gay guys at work, i heard them clapped and smirked. i felt that it was about me coz i saw them checking me out as i was passing their work area. or maybe it wasn't about me and i was being paranoid. but one thing's for sure. i became self-conscious all day. and if there's a cardinal rule that i follow about fashion, it's that i should be confident enough to pull off whatever i wear. although i was still confident, i was just bothered by my self-consciousness. those damn bitches! i think it's about time i befriend them so they can compliment me upfront rather than behind my back. lol. narcissistic bitch! kidding.

anyway, i know that it's a defeatist attitude. but for the next few days, i'll be dressing it a bit down. too bad. i just bought two fab pieces from philosophy last week. =(

yesterday, i did my grocery; prepared pandan jelly; cut and air-dried a bunch of parsley leaves; skinned, sliced and preserved two bulbs of garlic; cooked puttanesca; sliced and toasted a baguette and served dinner at 7pm.

today, i went home to cook lunch. it was simple compared to the dinner i prepared last night.

needless to say, i am tapping again into my inner domestic goddess-ness... the things i do to make my man happy... surprisingly though, i'm enjoying it. is this a sign of getting old or settling down? i wonder woman...

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