My Fluffy Pillows

I've been overdosed with caffeine from Nestle's teh tarik on a daily basis for a whole week.

But thank goodness, this overdose is going to last for only a few more days.

Anyway, I was skiving during my study stint at the National Library and I was feeling so bored, I took this photo.

Then I realise I can turn it into some very meaningless blog entry.

So, you're supposed to 'spot the Singapore Flyer amidst the stormy whether'.




Found it?

Scrool down for the answer.






















As you can see, I'm really tired of studying and can't seem to find anything else better to do.

Use the pen cap!

Ok. It didn't turn out to be very obvious on camera.

But you get the point right?

What will you say these are? In Mandarin.



















Left to right: Strawberry, mutated strawberry



I thought it was supposed to be 草莓.

Until I saw this written in a menu.




















It's 士多啤梨 ok！


PS: My sis refused to eat the mutant.

Dear Mr Parking Idiot who lives @ my block,

Please put in more effort to ensure that you park within the designated space marked out by the lain white lines painstakingly painted by the LTA.

Here is a photograph of your offence captured on 22 May 2008 at 2.55pm.


















View from the ground level.



















View from the 3rd level.


Also, as noted my my mum, this was not the 1st time you are guilty of such an offence. And because you always park with your butt sticking out, it just sucks to know that I have to see your ass when I look out of the window.

Should you require any lessons on vertical parking of a 4 wheeled automobile, do not hesitate to look to me for assistance. I live on the 3rd floor.

Sincerely looking down on your pathetic parking skills,
Thy friendly neighbour.

Imagine the consumer at the supermarket picking out grocery items.

"Aiyo! Look at this apple! It's bruised! How can they expect me to pay for something like that? They never do their QC checks properly one."

Picture the same consumer reading the papers about the article 'Supermarkets to impose stringent checks on product quality - items which fail the checks are discarded.'

"Aiyo! Look at this apple! It's bruised! But still can eat what, why throw them away like that? So wasted! Give to me la! QC until so strict for what, some people don't even have food to eat ar."

I will not be the hypocrite here because I am guilty too, sometimes.

Will you buy the bruised apple?

I won't. But at least I won't complain about it.

It is always good to have a full-length look at yourself just before stepping out of the house.

Nope, not for aesthetic reasons of vanity but for a practical raison d'être. (that's Italian by the way :P)

Or you will end up like Mr Strips.






















Perhaps you won't notice anything amiss, but that's because you are not looking close enough.
























Te balek!!! Ok. I don't think I spelt it correctly but it doesn't change the fact that he wore his shirt inside out.


Call me a mean-nie. But HAHA!

I wanted to tap his shoulder and tell him about his slip up, but then I was sitting down and yeah, just felt plain lazy to get up somehow. So I ended up whipping out my camera instead.

When I showed Lardy this photo, she was like "Some brands purposely design their shirts like that one ma You dunno meh."

I know! But Bossini don't have t-shirts of that design as far as I know. And in this case it obviously was overturned.

I know that this is just a small matter. Why am I making a fuss and blogging about it? Why did I risk snapping a photo of Mr Strips on board public transportation with people beside me?

If you didn't notice, I have always been blogging about very random stuff happening around me. I enjoy making fun of other people and poking fun at myself when I'm with others, because if I can laugh at myself, I won't take it too hard when others laugh at me.

I'm not sure if all that made sense to you, but I don't care anyway. Haha. Relax la. Thank you for reading even if you don't get my point :P

Back to Mr Strips.























Damn! This one turned out to be blurry. The train was moving too fast I guess. Haha. It's tagged Bossini.


And I really should stop snapping photos of others secretly when I'm on the train. It's becoming a bad habit.

I saw a guy wearing these on the train a few days ago.

First up, this post was supposed to be up a few weeks ago, but I only came to remember it after browsing through the pictures in my folder.

Anyway for those of you who didn't know, I live on the 3rd story. And yes, the lift doesn't stop on the odd levels in my block, well, that's for now at least becuse the 'gahmen' is going to 'up glade' the lifts around my housing area.

So, I usually take the stairs if I'm heading down, as opposed to climbing to the 4th floor and waiting for the elevator cause I'm not exactly THAT lazy to walk down.

However I'll admit that I don't usually climb the stairs up because, paradoxical from the previous statement, I AM lazy. So I'll take the lift up tho the 4th floor then walk down 2 flights of stairs to reach the 3rd floor. Ok, let's not get into too much math.

Anyway, there was this piss stench because some #$!% decided to urinate on the staircase at the 1 and a half floor. Ya know what I mean right? Hee.

I couldn't take it because I use that flight of stairs almost everyday. So, I decided to do what Daddy always did when his sniff detectors are activated by the 'wee wee smell' along the stair wells.

Flood the steps!

See, my family has the habit of ahem, collecting waste water drained out by the washing machine to flush the toilets or occasionally, 'rinse' the corridor area. Reuse, reduce and recycle. You remember learning about the 3Rs in primary school don't you?

I heaved 3 pail fulls of H20 (cum washing detergent remnants and water soluble residue from the laundry) to the edge of the steps, unleashing the floodgates.

























'HUAT Ah!' I went as the water cascade before me. Haha.



I washed away that #$!%'s sins and atoned for his wrongful deeds. Stupid asshole. Oops! I think it should be peehole in this case. *NC16 comment detected

Then I went damn! I should talk about this in my blog! And I need a photo so that you guys will know what I am talking about.

After which, I went to get my phone and switched it into camera mode before tipping over the pail of water. Haha.




















The 2nd story floods up.


It was raining very heavily that day, so nobody will question about the lift landing area being so wet.

God is watching over #$!% and gave me the opportunity help #$!% right his wrongs.

Go to hell #$!% !

I've been going down the library so very often the past few weeks in preparation for the final examinations.
After returning to my seat from the washroom, me friends went “走！我们去arcade de-stress!”
“来真的啊？” I was a little skeptical of their sudden decision “走 lor！”

So the 4 of us blew 20 bucks on Initial D, House of the Dead and spent the most number of tokens shooting hoops.

Like when was the last time I went to the arcade?

Oh. Today.


















Nobody snaps a photo of themselves in the arcade cos it's so un-cool.

The Rubik's

My sister got involved in one of the fashion fads of 2008. Or maybe it was 2007.

She bought herself a Rubik's cube with the hopes of solving it all by herself.

Frustration.

Anger.

Exasperation.

Annoyance.

She gave up and threw it aside unsolved, all jumbled up.

And then came her elder sister, older and wiser.


















Think out of the box, or in this context, out of the cube.




Who says you can only solve it the way regular people do.

Innovate.

Experiment.

Sheer strength!

PS: It was damn difficult to fit the last piece back ok!

Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars.

Let me see whatever.


















No. This is not Celestial by Goldheart (If I am not mistaken).


Ya know, that commercial where this girl is admiring her solitaire against the night of stars and crying, for God-knows-what reason, while chauffeured in a convertible.

Sometimes I just don't understand women,.They always pay so much to look like one of the other ladies beside them. Yet when you shop with them, they are looking for something 'unique' and 'different from what other people have'. But ultimately end up purchasing something different from what they intended to, an extravagant purchase nonetheless.

Anyway, I was just feeling bimbotic during the car ride to Giant.

Check out the man beside me man.

















Daddy!


We were shopping for fruits, and my Dad went like “Hiayo, see that one. So terrible ar. Choose the grape one by one. How can like that.”























Yes, Daddy was talking about that auntie in the leopard print top. Her paws are perfect for grape picking. *scratch *oops!





Do you have to nit pick and be so damn particular about the grapes you are buying from Giant? Granted, you might bag the best looking grapes, but what's the point of wasting precious time on such trivial food stuff?

Anyway, I was pushing the trolley and thinking which supermarket was first to come up with the innovative idea of incorporating a child's seat within its trolley. These are, in my opinion, unique selling ideas people often take for granted because they have invaded the premise for as long as we can remember.






















Look ma! No hands!~ Check out my Dad posing unintentionally for the lens!~



I think our Changi Airport will imitate this technology soon. I always thought that the wheel-around baggage trolleys in the airport were superior to the rest in other international airports because they don't slip even when the travellators are angled.

But these supermarket trolleys are even better, because not only are they anti-slip, but you don't have to depress the handle to move around.

Yeah, whatever.

Untitled - Cos You're supposed to "Guess the Title of this Post"

Forest

男人婆

Shit la

母老虎

She-lalalalalalalala...


You don't have to be in Mensa to get this correct yeah?

I was walking to the Mama shop in the evening to settle this sudden ice-cream craving which hit me just after dinner.

Then I saw three men at the void deck.

Two of them seem to be in their late twenties or early thirties. The other looked younger, probably in his mid or late twenties.

The two older guys were teaching the other one who to ride a bicycle.

Nope, don’t get me wrong; I was not about to laugh at the noob for learning to ride at such a ripe old age.

But rather I kind of admired his courage and determination. I mean a big guy (he has quite huge arms, deltoids to be precise) at that age, learning in a public space amidst residents walking pass every now and then. Kudos to him!

Guys at that age who cannot ride don’t usually master the skill of cycling because they are unable to face the pressure of ‘humiliation’. They cannot see past the fact that it is called the ‘learning curve’ process but instead imagine people sniggering at them as they struggle.

It is not a big deal if you know how to cycle. But somehow, it becomes quite a big deal if you can’t. Especially if you are male.

His friends were really sweet in my opinion, offering advice and encouragement along the way.

I hope he will be able to zoom around the neighborhood soon – on two wheels.