Feeling Ms Bradshaw

After reading the CBox from Victoria and a morning chat on MSN with Ms. E. Suddenly I feeling ms Bradshaw. I think from now on I should write my blog in al-fresco cafes that provide ac, smoke (even though I don't smoke. pretend to smoke can lah horr), in my jimmys and blahniks heels, waving at taxis, I know I drive everywhere, but feeling feeling can? the scenario will be like: Me shouting, not so loud ofcourse, Taxiiii... hop in and sit prettily and say Uncle ah, Takashimaya carpark please *wink wink* (from paragon) Wheeeeee...