HOW was my weekend you ask, RC ? It was fantabulous despite the pain in the neck of course :) But lately, there’s a been a little pain in the arse too and that is a whole different story, my friend.
|It's my LIONKING !|
So I’ve been addicted to Draw Something. This app is crazy addictive and I spend about two hours a day just replying draw requests. It’s pretty interactive - just draw something and post it to your selected friends so they can guess your drawing, and when guessed correctly, you earn coins which can be used to buy more colours and tools. I’m still just operating with four colours - black, yellow red and blue. And it seems to me that I have a long way to go before I can make enough coins to purchase green, white and maybe pink ? Otherwise, I’m still getting used to drawing details on a tiny touch screen. It is not easy but somehow friends like Azman, Mei Ling and Mek Zhin simply draw awesome pictures!
|Man's CARWASH. |
I like this one.
Over the weekend, I spent 20 minutes trying to locate my 48-year-old, visiting aunt in Forever 21. We went into the clothing store together but minutes later, I was Drawing Something and had lost sight of her. I must have appeared like a lost sheep to the person monitoring the store's CCTV recordings looking for her. Finally, when I found her, she made me buy a bra because it had 'nice straps'. And it does.
Over lunch with Aida today, I overheard a couple of men from the table behind us talk about Draw Something too. The young one went on this persuasive speech with the older man about the app. So, I too, had to do my bit and spread the love. After finishing up with my fish Bento set, I watched Aida download the app while we waited for dessert. If ever LA Times gets boring (which is highly unlikely), at least she could Draw Something if she's not going to Skype me. Aida is leaving on Thursday for a six-month stint with the newspaper - will surely miss her and her new J-Lo hair.
|JAPAN by Meks|
Otherwise, I have a new worry. My car is cranky again and that makes me really very cranky too. I wish I could kick it into a river or something. Just two weeks ago, I had serviced the air-conditioning system and even changed a few parts, costing me a small fortune. The mechanic assured me and my dad that it was going to be as cold as a fridge for at least the next five years, provided I sent it for scheduled services (which I do, btw). Today, travelling in the car felt like I had earlier fixed a few hand-dryers in it. Not good for my mental health.