Okay, I received SMS from my friends to ask me to admit if it was really me in the picture.
To illustrate the resemblance, when my friend decided to stir my curiosity by sending me a safe-for-viewing picture, the one that I posted up, and asking if it was me in the picture casually (which I had no idea what was to.. er, come), Minibean was right beside me and then pointed excitedly to the picture, exclaming, “MUUUMMMMYYY!“.
I had to try to remember if I ever wore such clothes, or ever owned such a bag.. or even to be somewhere which looks remotely like… that.
I sent the little one away and then left an entire of folder unviewed pictures till the next day, before I took my time to skim through some, and heaved a big sigh of relief to see some of the pictures really don’t look like me.
They then asked for more damning evidences, so that they can pay for my services burn me at the stake.
I decide to fulfil their wishes here, but then I got shy (yes, I know how to be shy too. See me blushhhhhh), despite I had cropped the picture to be safer for workplace consumption, and parents who catch their children reading this wouldn’t think I am whoring (cough, pun not intended) my services.
So I will just post the link to some of the pictures that show more resemblance, rather than those that show too obvious a depiction of her face that give away her identity.
So I shall just link them (a part of me feels as if I am posting pictures of myself! So strange!)
I have a similar necklace to hers, which I no longer wear.
Still, it wasn’t me.
Ting does a Shaggy and sings:
But she caught me on the counter (It wasn’t me)
Saw me bangin’ on the sofa (It wasn’t me)
I even had her in the shower (It wasn’t me)
She even caught me on camera (It wasn’t me)
It wasn’t me!
But really!!!!! Seriously!! Honestly!! Som pah!! Cross my heart!!
I wouldn’t pay to do myself, ya know?
Of course, me being me being myself, sometimes I have no choice but have to do myself, highly dependent on the aid of batteries.
I ain’t a whore! I have never been to cheap, sleazy hotels!
(okay, not locally which has Channelnewsasia on television) I insist on hotels with bathtubs! How fun would that be?
I never did a Vanessa Hudgens… oh wait a minute. I don’t have a forest down there that could make the search of the gems as much of a breeze like Expedition Amazonas.
I never sleep with anyone to earn a new bag for myself! Never!
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How did I survive Tuesday?!
I don’t remember!
It started with me having a breakfast meeting, and I have no idea what to order.
I was swinging between Prata with curry or Century Egg porridge.
In the end, oily, spicy, sinful curry prevailed, and in true, blue, typical female fashion…….
… I REGRETTED NOT ORDERING MEE SIAM!
I wanted to pack an extra set of breakfast cos I downed my breakfast faster than the other 2 men, and was still hungry. Until someone reminded me that unless I am trying to grow into the size of my doppelgänger… and that stopped me in my tracks.
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I don’t know how time passed, but then I had to rush to get things done in one of my outlets.
Thankfully, things went on brilliantly well, and what a relief!!
Though I still marvel at how I get through life with such things happening EVERYDAY:
- I went into an elevator and wanted to get to 2 floors down. I punched the button to head for B2. I pressed at it repeatedly, almost violently before the other passenger in the lift. Bummer, it was not working. And then I realised, I was at B2.
I insist I am not to be blamed for the fact. Ahem. Because the top floor of the lift was level 1, and it goes all the way down to B5.
I grumbled that the lifts might as well go all the way down to B18. Bah!
- I looked for the bookstore for a good 20 minutes, getting lost in the compound, and I actually had someone who thought I am a student, asking me for directions, again, looking for the same bookstore as I was. When I was walking back from the bookstore to where I came from, I realised it was only a 2 minutes walk away, and I didn’t have to take the blardy lift!
- I decided to take a cab back home after a tiring day. I have conveniently forgotten about how school had reopened and it wouldn’t be easy to get a cab. I walked 15 minutes to find somewhere to get a cab. After a long wait, I decided to call for one. After a loooooooooooooonggg wait, the cab driver called to say he was lost. He told me to wait, which I did. It was a long wait. Very long wait. He still hadn’t found me. While waiting, 6 empty cabs whizzed past and I didn’t want to feel bad about leaving him searching for me in such a remote location, so I waited.
- He reached. He grumbled how the location wasn’t stated properly. Before XXX building. Right at the bus-stop. Along XX Avenue. I told him that I named all of the above. He then mumbled and said I should have indicated the bus-stop code. Seriously?
- When I got back, I wanted to pay the fare by credit card. He tsk-ed me impatiently, and shoved the receipt rudely into my hand. I wondered why I bothered waiting in the beginning for him to find me?! For the first time, I didn’t say thank-you to a cab-driver, even though he isn’t the rudest and most annoying cab driver I have ever encounter.
Oh, and I tripped and fell in front of a few students, the same ol’ same ol’.
I walked the endless steps and complained I am getting old as I heaved and sigh.
I fell asleep in front of the monitor when twittering halfway, only to wake up to continue where I left off.
And that, sums up the “adventurous” Tuesday of mine.
