Have anyone seen the airwick advertisement? The one that advertises the automatic sprays. It shows an elephant mama discussing that she has no time to keep the house smelling like flowers. Its because her son keeps leaving his stinking shoes around the house. So now with the aroma spray, she doesnt have to worry about it.

So comes the end, turns out. the son is a centipede (i.e. that explains the many shoes).

Now is this weird or not? The only explanation I can think about is the centipede is adopted. Otherwise, it would be one hell of explanation to do to the kids. How did an elephant (mamal) bore a son who is an insect..... who is the father?

hmmm... makes you wonder what kind of vibes the advertising world is sending out.. tee hee hee... inter-animal relationships.. tee hee hee..

Labels: Wall of weird

Think Singapore is a great place to live in? Think again if you wanna live the typical Singaporean lifestyle (middle class income, takes train to work every day and fight with the peak human crowd). See http://rudesingaporeans.blogspot.com

Reading that makes me remember the journey on the MRT I have to take every morning. Rude people hogging the pole (for people to grab) on peak hours, etc etc (you can read all about it in the website above).

I remembered 2 incidences that made my hair stand and NEVER want to hold another pole or those handle bar thingys.

1. I saw a man, who rubs his nose (i.e. facial oils) on the pole. DONT ask me why. I dont know. Maybe he likes to feel the cold steel against his nose. Its peak hour, he holds the pole, rubs his nose on it. Again. and. Again. Pure YUCKS. How many times does the MRT personnel sterilises the MRT?

2. I saw a man (again) being tall and all, he grabbed the handle bar thingy. Its ok.. but it starts to get gross when he rubs his facial oils on it. DONT KNOW WHY either.

I mean cant people be considerate enough not to gross the hell out of the handle bar and pole thingys on the MRT???? Please??

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Whatever ugly side, must be balanced by a good side.

One evening after work I looked like a haggard monkey, hair flying all over the place and ladden with 2 bulky paper bags of files (for the weekend. I like my home. I dont like office). As usual, when the train arrives, everyone rushes in to get a seat in the MRT (my stop is the second last stop, so its quite empty when it arrives) playing musical chairs and all. And poor me, hobbling with an aching shoulder and hand had no hope in hell in securing a place.

Enter Ah Ma from heaven. I think she saw me from afar looking like a haggard monkey and all, she purposely put her hand on the seat beside her to 'chop' a place for me (at least that is what I like to think) and let go of her hand when I came right in front of the place. I gave her a smile (albeit a tired smile.. but nevertheless a smile..) and gave her thanks.

Made my day... even though I had to lug it from my alighting MRT station back to my liftless flat.

^_^

Labels: Singapore yuckies

I spend so much on my facial products (like a painful RM600... 0_o) to get "better skin" and more look "more radiant". The pain I go through trying on products (trial and error... mostly is error.. until cal the hello kitty introduced me to Kanebo)

....

Ya it looks better and it IS better than what I use to have.... but like ever since Mr Bee decides to use MY facial products, he gets even better skin. He is too LAZY to get his own and being a guy all he is like "whatever" to facial products.

Now his friends start complimenting him (why mine doesnt huh??????? ok to be fair they do.. but not as often as HIM!) on his skin.

WAAAAAHHH so radiant.. so smooth... your skin looks so much better.

Bloody hell its not fairrr man. He gets a free ride on my facial products. Man I should start charging him royalties or something for using my stuff!!!!!!

Labels: Not fair

Finally scritched my head how to log in to Blogger.

Gave myself a scare. Thought I had lost every single post there is in Blogger. Turns out, I had forgotten how to use this "log in to new Blogger".

Anyways, here I am... back home in my comfy little bed. Although the pillows takes some getting used to... *neckache*

I wanted to post this earlier:

HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERY ONE~

May you collect as many angpows!

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My bus ride back home was H-O-R-R-I-B-L-E

I bought my ticket back 2 months earlier because I was afraid they would sell out. Turns out, they were already sold out. So I was left with either the 40-crampy-seater bus for SGD 50 (ripoff!) or the SGD50 26 seater bus from an unknown bus company.

SO they told us, OK when we board in Singapore, its a 40 seater bus. Then we switch busses in the Johor Bahru Causeway to a 26 seater bus. Fine with me. As long as the longer journey of the bus is comfortable.

NOT.

The bus was due to depart from Singapore at 730pm. Once we reached Johor Bahru Causeway, there were shitloads of busses and so disorganised!!! I'm no longer familiar with disorganisation (being used to Singapore and all, so pampered yea?) And I couldnt find my stupid bus BECAUSE it wasnt there! OMG we had to wait an excurciating 1 hour for the bloody bus to actually REACH the causeway. AND the bus no. that the bus company gave us was wrong. So while we headless chickens (not only me and Mr Bee, other passengers too) trying to locate the bus no. that the company gave us, the bus that actually arrived was a bloody different bus no. And how do we know that? Some guy kept shouting the bus company's name again and again.

SO. Finally we reached the bus.. and we sat *phew* If you think our ordeal was over, it is not. We sat in the bus for NOTHING. We were waiting for 20 mins or so for the bus to move. Nope no movement. Not even an inch when some idiot came up the bus and said... CHANGE BUS!

What the hell? FINE maybe that bus no ABC123 had some engine problems and wasnt able to move. Drag bag. Move to another bus no DEF456.

Wait like an idiot again. Finally the bus moves. Thank goo....... before you can even finish the sentence, the bus stopped at a petrol station like half hour later. And we waited again. for another 20 mins or so AGAIN. Then another idiot came up the bus and sheepishly said change bus.

This time i was cursing and making a fuss. I'm tired of dragging my one weeks worth of clothes accessories and makeup WITH my laptop and I am getting a backache from pacing to and fro busses. **&^%$@@!@^*()) anyone who knows me, I do not have sweet patience. If not for Mr Bee who rationalised that if I screamed bloody murder then, they would just leave me by at Johor and the wolves might kidnap me (I just made the kidnapping by wolves part). So fine. In my graceful-ness I sit still and shut up. I still needed to get HOME before reunion dinner.

Guess which bus we switched to.. its back to bus no ABC123. Want. To. Scream. Bloody. Murder. But then I think of being left in Johor all alone.... ok well that subdued me a little.

~(>.<)~

Thank goodness (now I can say it in full) that we didnt change anymore bus along the way. But I counted that we made 3 useless stops. But I was too sleepy to bother. I just wanna sleep get home and get to my comfy bed. I touched down KL at 3.30am

3 hours longer than its should normally take!

Oh well, I'm glad I'm home now and amongst family and friends *happy

And I got late bdae presents! Which made up for all the shit I went through above!

~One can never have too much types make-up yea? *thankyouthankyou*

Labels: Birthday, Home sweet home

This is a very delayed entry...

On my birthday I had a surprise present from my monthly ovaries. My menses came. Whenever my menses arrive, i get a nauseous headache and stomach cramp. This is all ok if it can be fixed with my usual dosage of painkillers.

But it decided not to be responsive to the painkillers and proceed to kill my brain cells and dull all common sense and focused on the pain. It got so pain I felt so dizzy and ran off at mid sentence while talking to my manager to go see the doctor (who then gave me 1 and a half days off!)

So that was my birthday. Had some celebration with my menses and painkillers. I slept the whole day after coming back from the doctors.

The day after, Mr Bee (I havent mentioned him for a long time) took us to Hard Rock Cafe (hidden somewhere in Orchard... Dont ask me where) for dinner. The day after, we went shopping for my birthday present and bankrupted him (not really la.. if I really wanted to bankrupt him, I would take him to Tiffany's) to get this:

IT FITS MY SCRAWNNY LITTLE HAND! MIRACLE! *CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Lucky I chose it cos I can be really fussy about the design of the watch or any jewellery for that matter. If I dont like it. I wont wear it at all. Even though its from Mr Bee. Actually I was eyeing another design. But then right, my scrawny little hand cannot support that design. SO I'm left with the one I chose. I like it cos it doesnt look like a watch (more like a bangle) and its chunky while not overwhelming my scrawny little hand.

~ Happy!

Btw, I got Mr Bee tickets to Phantom of the Opera for his birthday. ^_^

Labels: Birthday

Ok I know I havent been updating...

But I overheard this its really corny...

A : So are you a chicken or are you a chicken? (girl taunts guy because of his scardey cat attitude)

B : Well that depends, in front of the boss, I'm a chicken.... in front of girls, i'm a cock.





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Labels: Corny