talk about similarities.
seriously, i think besides the fact that we both have really really thin double eyelids, my dad and i have totally nothing in common.
ok, maybe more. a really fiery temper. boisterous. dangerously driven, fiercely loyal.

his idea of a holiday is going places, see things, experiencing hardships.
i m not a quitter, but if i take up a challenge, its highly likely that i took it up because i didnt want to be treated like im weak.

my idea of a holiday is being able to go to a really far far away place, hopefully sceneic, complete with rustic charms, blah blah, being able to laze around, and do completely NOTHING, absolutely and wholely nothing at all. officially.

its funny how you look on a holiday with such anticipation, with such suspense, such thrill, and come back, feeling, surprise surprise, more tired than before you set off.
ok, i know i didnt sign up for a spa holiday, but its a holiday, damn it, and im supposed to come back feeling rejuvenated. or so they say.

lets see. exercising my evaluation skills, i shall attempt to break it up into pieces.
the major objective of our holiday was a short family getaway, to go somewhere near but not malaysia. and to take a budget airline.
it was ok, i guess. but i certainly wouldnt take a budget airline if i had the money to take a non low cost carrier.
the gap in service quality isnt very large, but if you see people buying instant noodles when the air stewardesses try to sell it at 2 bucks youd really feel like crying. its that bad.
oh, and no outside food allowed.

its true that kiasuism isnt a typical singaporean quality. its probably inherent, but its not that it gets to grow to its full potential in every singaporean. when you see everyone chionging to board the carrier, you suddenly feel very depressed. [in fact, the crowd mobbing the entrance to the carrier were made up of mostly ang mohs. ]

im a bor chub singaporean. haha. thats damn amusing, i think.

oh, highlight of the flight, i saw this guy with a really really really nice looking nose.
im serious.
REALLY, REALLY, NICE NOSE. T_T. sigh.
all the time i was thinking, how can i get my hands on that nose, and what am i going to do with it when i really do get my hands on it, haha.

and hes, surprise surprise, singaporean. its so sad that he had such a nice nose because all his other features paled in comparision. not that they re worth any mention anyway, haha.[ok, maybe his jawline was nice as well. haha. =D]
my sister insists that i have a nose fetish. i insist that she is an insolent-not-so-insipid-but-very-insiduous-little-brat, aka my-maid-nino-or-maya-whatever-she-prefers-me-to-call-her. haha.
and i was wondering if i married Nice Nose, would my children have such nice noses.
oh man =(
bah.

there, upon introspection, i conclude, based on survey sample size of ONE, that it is true that women do marry because of biological purposes, e.g. wanting their offspring to have strong, dominant genes for future purposes etc, blah blah.

Nice Nose. sigh. wonder if i ll ever get to see his nose again. i think not. =(
maybe i ll see Nicer Noses. i probably will. but singaporean guys with nice noses are a hard find.


so Nice Nose was a hard find.
but Leer guy was worse. urgh, dont want to talk about it. and he acts like hes so good looking. Leering should be an offence. come on loh, your nose isnt even half as nice as Nice Nose's nose.
haha. ok, im a bit... cranky.
its the heat, i swear.

so i promise myself to find a guy with a nice nose.
and to learn how to swim AND snorkel before saving up enough to stay at a nice secluded place in mauritius.
it would be even better if i promised myself to learn how to swim AND snorkel and save up enough to stay at a nice secluded place BEFORE i find a guy with a nice nose THEN stay together with him in mauritius.

haha.
ok, Nice Nose, Sandy Beaches, Clear Waters, Colourful Fish,
HERE I COME!!!!:D



ps. i disallow you, reader of this blog to go to mauritius, or tell your friends about it in case you all go and the place becomes flooded with singaporeans [as if ang mohs arent bad enough] and its not secluded anymore. no more rustic charm. haha. =D

and dont ask me for souvenirs, its a BUDGET holiday; i didnt buy anything for myself even.
if it makes you feel better, we lugged our luggage to and fro the airport via what we call Mass Rapid Transit.
we are so, Advocates of Public Transport.

it does make you feel better, doesnt it?
haha. =)