everyone worth knowing

Now, I've been told that I got like tons of personality, hell, some even say I may be a schiz sufferer in constant denial.

Finally managed to edit the links on my blog, on my own no-less (do I hear claps?), and (!!) also, I managed to add in the flikr photos thingy you're seeing now to your right --> How fun is that?! I also added my photo onto my blog so that everyone will now know who moi is and can now come killing me with that parang you've been wielding ever since you realized you're one of the many people whom I had bitched about.

All these, and 5 chapters of Lauren Weisberger's book Everyone Worth Knowing with my agua con gas con limon, ever since the last post; I must really bored at home, huh? Figured that reading a chick lit at home is much better than on the subway during rush hours with everyone watching over my shoulder and questioning my sexual tendencies, or during lunch break at Raffles Place with (again) hundreds of eyes watching me and (again) questioning my sexual tendencies, It simply boils down to questioning my sexual tendencies appaently...ha ha ha. Which explains the purchase of murder mystery Mary, Mary by acclaimed thriller writer James Paterson (touch of masculinity on genre yet setting of novel among the elite Hollywood Hills mansions screams Manhattan chic) for my public reading.

Also (finally) received a call from this very nice sounding guy from BDO Raffles telling me what to wear (apparently, moi needs a tie on Monday, and judging from prior visits, everyday too; which just screams either a)over stifling routines in tight collars, b)memories of JC days, c)going through 15 minutes in the a.m everyday trying to tie a tie right and perfect with the length, knot et al, or d)time to go shopping for ties to destress from thoughts of (a), (b) and (c)).

Full circle, sans the advice slip from UOB though