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Cab woes
 
2010.07.30 02:07:14

As someone who used to take cabs to and from university and work (I don’t have a car), I can tell you that for every nice, honest cabbie out there, there’d be five unscrupulous ones. Although I don’t really have to take one anymore, thanks to the boyfriend who graciously offers to send and pick me up so I can save more money, I do have to resort to calling for a cab when he isn’t available.

 

We all know about those who overcharge, don’t use the metre and basically take you for a ride just to cheat you out of a few Ringgit. And on principle, I usually don’t take these cabs. Some of them seem to assume that just because you can afford a cab or board it at a posh place (e.g. hotels, tourist spots), you are immediately fair game.

 

I’ve once hailed a cab down the street from my condo to get to where I used to work. Off we headed to the LDP (in PJ). I directed him to take the route past One Utama as that was the better way. And all this while he had his radio on so he can listen to the operators requesting for cabs.

 

All of a sudden, while we were waiting at the traffic light, he turned around and told me to get off. When I asked why, he said he wanted to pick up another customer who’s going to the airport, which of course was much more lucrative than the measly sum (RM8-10) I would pay. I stood my ground and refused to budge, insisting that he fulfil his part of the deal when he agreed earlier to send me to my destination.

 

I suppose in this dog-eat-dog world, a cabbie has to fight for the most “valuable” customers. I understand that. But you don’t kick someone out in the middle of a journey in order to do that. It’s just not right and unfair to me. If I had known, I would have hailed another cab. In a way, I felt cheated.

 

Of course, after a few seconds of arguing with him, I got off at the intersection to One Utama. Conveniently for him and luckily for me (he did tell me the same thing), I was able to get another cab outside the mall.

 

That’s one of my most memorable bad experiences with a cabbie. How about you? Do share them with me if you have any!

 

PS: During one of our lunches, Aileen, Steph, Debs and I shared our “horror” cab experiences and jokingly said we should compile all these stories into a book. Maybe we should, hmm. wink



   

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Share the love!
 
2010.04.14 20:37:52

I’m not one for very mushy songs but of course, being the paradoxical (and emotional) person that I am, I can’t resist some romantic songs once in a while.

These are currently on my playlist with a few having been there for a long time.

 



Rachael Yamagata’s Be Be Your Love
You might have heard this in Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Absolutely love it!. You can feel the yearning in Rachael’s voice and the lyrics. Emo.



Uncle Kracker’ Smile
This always makes me do just that – smile. The lyrics are just sweet (not in a sickening way). Wink



Muse’s Can’t Take My Eyes Off You

I love all the versions, including Heath Ledger’s but thought the riffs here made it special.



Lady Antebellum’s Can’t Take My Eyes Off You
An accidental find when I was searching for the song above, this to me is a gem!



Ne-Yo’s Never Knew I Needed
How can I say no to the Gentleman? Hehe



Tamia’s Officially Missing You
Another heartfelt song. Very beautiful.


Do share some of the songs on your current playlist (not necessarily love songs only). Who knows, we might discover a few musical gems here and there :)

 



   

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How comfortable are you farting in front of your guy?
 
2010.01.21 21:12:14
Please excuse the crudeness of the subject but I’m really curious to know after reading this article. I asked some friends from both sides of the gender and got mixed reactions.

One of my closest friends, Kai Mun*, claims that she has never farted in the presence of her boyfriend in the eight years they’ve been together. Quite unbelievable, isn’t it? Then there are some girlfriends (in long-term relationships too) who have but only after about three months into the relationship.

Of course, I’ve got another girlfriend whose boyfriend got quite disgusted whenever she does it in front of him though he never raised the issue. Which I think isn’t an issue at all, unless he’s concerned about her bowel movements.

To think you have to go through years of your life spending it with someone without ever releasing gas in front of them. I imagine it to be quite torturous, no?

I asked a good friend, David* if he would mind.

“It will be awkward and I’ll mind a bit actually, although so far, it hasn’t happened to me yet.”

As for me, I think I’ll suck it in for a little while more. My guy doesn’t mind; heck he even joked about it at the start of our relationship. I know it’s normal to pass gas and sooner or later, I’ll get tired of releasing it only when he’s not around. When that time comes, perhaps it will be testament of how comfortable you are with that person, don’t you think?

* Names have been changed to prevent my friends from being embarrassed and killing me. ;)

   

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Oh Gentleman!
 
2010.01.09 01:14:09
I remember how I fell in love with him one year ago (or was it at the end of 2008? Hmm). He seemed sweet, suave and talented. To top it all of, he has impeccable style and can serenade you to death. I was smitten.

And he didn’t disappoint when I finally met saw him in person last Thursday night. Because at last, the Gentleman aka Ne-yo came here to stage a concert! Since finding out about a month ago, I persuaded the boyfriend to go with me because none of my girlfriends wanted to go (not a huge fan, lack of funds, busy with work, etc.). I felt kind of guilty too as it was his birthday on the day of the concert but heck, this is Ne-Yo we’re talking about!

Somehow, we procrastinated the buying of tickets till the last minute. By Wednesday, the day before the concert, a couple of my friends agreed to join us after much haggling – both hesitated at first because they didn’t want to be the third wheel and refused to go unless the other was going. Turns out in the end, the bf was the one who couldn’t go as his friends had better ideas for him to spend his birthday. I can’t say I wasn’t disappointed but it’s ok, because I sensed that he didn’t really want to go in the first place.

So off to the concert we went. I must say, Ne-Yo looks hotter (and smaller) in person, not that it’s a bad thing. We were in the middle of the venue and this is one of the times I wished I was taller. Much taller. I only took one picture and two videos as we weren’t near enough to get a clear shot and my phone was low on battery. Nevertheless, he sang all my favourite songs, except for Can We Chill, I think. Doesn’t matter because he was great.

Though I can’t say this was one of the best concerts I’ve been to but I had fun watching the Gentleman live and catching up with my girlies. Probably it was the management, lack of a better view or my own sleep deprivation that turned the enjoyment down a notch. I was so knackered by the end of the night, I’m beginning to think that age is catching up on me. Oh no! Frown

Here’s the best picture I could take of Ne-Yo from where we were standing

Ne-Yo live in Malaysia

And here are snippets of the concert that I managed to record before my phone’s battery went dangerously low.





   

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Becoming a “bag lady”
 
2009.12.21 19:54:11
No, I’m not a handbag addict. Nor have I suddenly been kicked out on to the streets and forced to rummage through garbage. It’s a term my guy uses upon seeing me with three to four tote bags (not including my handbag, mind you) that consisted of my clothes, toiletries, make-up and shoes whenever he comes to pick me up.

Being a bag lady

You see, I’ve been commuting between my place and his for the past month and a half now. If you have experienced this before, you’d understand when I say it’s quite a hassle to pack your skincare products and plan out your wardrobe for the next few days then lug them to and fro like some "bag lady".

And if you forget to bring something, you would have to make do with anything in the guy’s house, which in a way teaches you to adapt and plan ahead. I know I should get the things I need in doubles, i.e. cleanser, toner, day and night moisturiser, eye cream, body moisturiser, make-up remover… the list goes on but it is quite costly if I would need to buy them every other month. Plus, I don’t want to clutter his place (too much). Wink

Do I sound like I’m complaining? Admittedly, it can get a bit taxing but it’s a small price to pay for getting to spend more time with him. Besides, I've learned to be more organised and think ahead. Yes, I do feel bad about not seeing much of my housemates, let alone my own bed for days on end but it is my choice and I’ll just have to make more effort and time for everyone (that’s another story for another day).

Happy holidays everyone!

   

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Do we all need a bad-boy phase?
 
2009.11.30 00:46:36

I’m not particularly good at relationships. When I was younger, it was all about fun and experiencing new things. Now, half of me wants to find something more stable though the other half still wants to have fun and not settle down so fast. Quarter-life crisis, anyone?


Perhaps it’s the guys I attract or am attracted to. They say you’re attracted to bad boys (those your mum warned you about) in your 20s as it’s a period of exploration and discovery. How true!


Friends would warn me about the guys I date and yet I keep thinking, “What’s wrong with having some fun?”. Yes, I risk my heart and sanity in the name of fun and experience. Not that I always throw caution to the wind, though I usually just jump straight in without thinking rationally first. Then I’d think back and see what a fool I’d been.


I look at friends who are in long-term relationships with their first boyfriends and I’m half-filled with trepidation. “Why would they tie themselves down so fast, so young?” I ask. But on the other hand, I also feel a slight twinge of envy; that they’ve found stability and love so early in life.


I guess we’ll all go through the “bad-boy phase” at some point in our lives, except for a lucky few (or unlucky, depending on how you look at it). As cliché as it sounds, we all learn from our mistakes. Then as we get older and wiser, the right guy(s) would saunter in. Or at least, that’s what I hope. LOL!



   

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