Man Cleavage and Change of Address

OK, so to address the man cleavage. Rajen and I found ourselves wondering down to the Creative Warehouse sale on Saturday. It is a scam - too little items and too many people. The tea time special supposed to run from 3 p.m. to 5 p.m. lasted all of a grand total of 3 minutes before some dude on the public annoucement system announced the rest of us lined up should look elsewhere for discounts. And that is when I saw him - wandering around flashing HIS cleavage.

And for a while (and being big myself allows me to analyse this critically) I was stunned. I was like - does that really help. He had like a grey basketball t-shirt like thingy and a cheap shirt with all the buttons open (so it definitely was not a case of ignorance). Well, as long as you can rack up those discounts...

And we are moving out to Hougang. To a condo. And there are loads of people who are looking forward to a housewarming treat. To this, I believe we need to urgently need to set some guidelines:

1. It is strictly pot-luck basis. If you have food, we got a roof.
2. A toll is charged. The money does not compare to the company provided. And if that blows, we have a pool and a gym.

[This part of the post is particularly directed at an intern at IBM who studies in NUS in the SoC]

I have done only a couple of things I should have done this weekend. But I cannot be bothered... I am tired and a slacker. People don't change.