"L'enfer, c'est les autres." - Jean-Paul Sartre

Whoever said bookstores are a good place to meet decent men is a liar. J and I spent 45 minutes wandering around Borders pointing out books that would make good presents for each other and the only decent chap we found was Mr Darcy from Pride and Prejudice.

Anyway.

I should have said so earlier, but the reason for the title of this blog is such because yours truly is headed to HK to look for a job. Yes that's right, I'm sick and tired of Singapore with its passive aggressive policies and ridiculous campaigns and bloody immigrants and rude people with appalling social graces. I mean, Singaporeans are the only wankers I know who have the audacity to look appalled when they step on your foot as if it was your fault.

Also a lot of nosy types who poke their noses where it's not wanted. Case in point, I boarded the bus with a half eaten croissant, fully intending to discreetly finish it as quickly as I could. Granted, there was a no eating/drinking rule on public transport, but I was friggin' starving and it's not like a bowl of laksa or something that could potentially create some form of nuclear nasal assault now, is it? Anyhow, some moronic middle aged woman tapped me on the shoulder and informed me in a supremely bossy manner that I was not supposed to be eating on the bus. I mean, seriously, WTF? And it wasn't even the first time this has happened, and it's always some bloody kaypoh middle aged woman without authority doing the policing. I almost wanted to tell her being nosy is considered an offense too but decided not to sink to her level.

Anyway that pretty much set the mood for the day so I was really getting the GTFO of Singapore vibes.

Well not too long to wait I suppose. One more day and I'll be off. Woo! :)