Smooth Ride

It was after a colleague's wedding dinner, another colleague offered to drive me & another girl home. Of course we jumped at the chance of taking a ride in his BMW 335.

Wait, wait, we're not that highly paid, it's just him whom is loaded to have bought this BMW 335 after selling his Mercedes Benz SLK.

As we cruised on the CTE/SLE and back to SLE after dropping the girl, my colleague asked me, "Have you met anyone interesting in the office? What kind of guys are you looking for? There are so many single guys around, you girls have your pick!"

I considered his questions, and gave some glib answers:
- presentable (don't have to be movie star handsome; nice-looking enough for me to consider waking up to his face everyday in the morning for the rest of my life)
- intelligent (smarter or at least as smart as I am)
- confident (enough self assurance to withstand/accept my stubborness/frankness/bluntness)
- humurous (won't get mad if I laugh at him, able to laugh at himself and other mundane things in life)
- kind (won't treat people like bugs, the crush-you-like-a-cockroach mentality would only turn me off and make me nasty)

Of course, the words in brackets were left unsaid but I thought he understood them.

"Singapore guys not geniuses but they are not brick dumb either. Not looking for a rich guy? You really haven't met anyone whom fulfills your criteria?"

I laughed, "If he's smart, he'll be rich if he's not already rich right now. Too bad you're married with a kid. I really like your car."

:)

Super Klutz Girl is Back

I'm back.

Fresh off getting a brand new handset, I was impatient to slide in the battery & SIM card and plug it to the charger and happily explore the 5MP camera.

Yet, 8 hours later, I sat stumped on the bed. With scratched/cracked nails. And the back cover that stayed stubbornly immobile.

WTH?

I gotta ask Doraemon to help uncover it. His sister got a similar set not so long ago.

Klutzy klutzy Sylvie...