here goes: my chix rice story
(as tots in my head, as told to guy)
this is a pretty random tots, it happened on the mrt (again!)
here i am, reading my book (new book – the scarecrow by michael connelly) crowded train. overhead two ppl toking abt the way to marinated a chicken & chop chix. from their conversation, i concluded that they work in a chix rice stall.
my first mean, let me repeat mean tots was ‘why do ppl like them exist? uneducated ppl’ yes, i have stated twice that its a mean tots, dumb enough to declare my mean tots online, what give me the rights?! hey, I’m not a saint. for the record, i am ashamed of myself for having this mean tots.
here were my tots (u still wanna read right?) : its 2009 & ppl sell chix rice for a living. the world is changing, everyone, sooner or later will become well-educated ppl. gosh ! who gotta sell chix rice in future? ahhh… i need to eat chix rice! how? oh dear, no wait. maybe there will always be less educated ppl ard, ppl who don’t study hard, ppl who inspired to run the best chix rice stall in spore. luckily. i’m saved. there still hope for chix rice biz & chix rice eater.
i had all these tots from Bouna Vista to Dover, imagine my daily tots!
guy’s concluded: evolution. whose gotta be the sweeper / cleaner etc in 50 yrs time? the old folks? scary tots.
okie, now craving for chix rice. 





.. lotsa junk food ..
how was it? madness. crowded. noisy. different.
ta-dahh ! decided to snap a pix of my exp-70-hk-shoes.
christon havin fun with jie’s bear, chao ta
christon – you be dead if chao ta lost his head
nap time for all. lets start with christon
guy & me. my boy seems to fall aslp. wake up! *nudge*
even chao ta ! gimme a break !
the side view (below)
my toy – he always end up on the floor.. poor thing. (below)
my waterbottle (pink for me, blue for guy) & box of cookies guy got for me. (below)
i play with this sometimes..my staples holder (below)
me – family trip – cruise – april – (below)
daily ice-coffee – stress ball – my phone



