i'm a camera whore. even though i know that 75% of the time, i come out looking like shit in photos. but i would like to say that i live for that 25% where the photos come out picture perfect, making me look like a porn star or something. so today, i've run out of brains to blog about somewhat intellectual and witty and punny shit. and anyways i'm outside now at some coffeplace waiting for my friend to get massaged. not fogetting wireless and a hell of a lot of time (45 mins for the massage and i'm suspecting that the 'special services' will take another 30 mins or something). so here goes:


crack and lines

forgive the very blurred picture. but i was in a rush to take a photo of my cracked ipod today. i'm on off today you see. so it's a rush for time and lighting. my bunk is an awfully dark place. as you can see, there's nothing much to show on the screen other than white. so i had to comfigure my playlist to my selected songs and name it 'A'. all i have to do now is just pick the first option of every menu and i'll eventually get to playlist 'A' after five clicks on the ipod wheel.
i just sent it in for repairs today. hopefully they get it done asap. and also they get it done under warrenty still.



pork, glorious, pork

i'm not a big fan of pork. in fact, when i was with my ex of many years, the only time i ever ate pork was when my mom cooked it. rarely did i ever eat pork when given the choice to do so. of course, sometimes temptation comes along in the form of the Swedish Meatballs at Ikea. but other than that, i'm relatively pork-free. so it's funny to see a segregation of pork at the local supermarket in brunei. i'm guessing the local are afraid that the pork molecules in the canned food will just spread over to the other groceries and everyone will be defouled. but it's the effort that counts.

and speaking of pork. it wasn't until in brunei that my good mate introduced me to the magic of spiced pork cubes, otherwise known as 'bah teng'. it makes a very good side dish for instant noodles actually. never knew about it until i discovered the joys of canned and instant foods. so my fellow pork-loving cheena peeps, go out and buy a can of bah teng today.



a grave situation

i've experienced a fair amount of death recently. with the homegoing of my maternal grandad and some friends last year. and when i went back to singapore on compassionate (my grandad's funeral), i had also just watched three films that touch on the topic of funerals (Eulogy, Elizabethtown and Alias; ok lah, not movie but still one of the episodes involved Sloane's wife dying long long ago) just before i left. it's been a pretty grave time the past two years. and from attending a fair amount of funerals, i realize that when i die, i wouldn't want my funeral to be a sad one. i've seen people crying and crying and crying and crying at funerals. why can't funerals be happy events? why can't people laugh during a funeral? if i can, i would have fire-breathers and mascots giving out free balloons to all the kids. and definitely no peanuts, candies, melon seeds and red strings on paper plates.
and definitely cremated, not buried. totally cremate until i become like talcum powder and then sprinkle me into the nearest breadtalk bakery when they are baking their pork floss buns.

of course, the last part is utter rubbish. i prefer to be in the custard buns.



saucey

i miss McDonald's because of the sauces that they have. i think that EVERYTHING in McDonald's go very well with the various sauces actually. EVERYTHING. you could dip your big mac into the curry and it'll still taste like heaven. try apple pie with the new caramel sauce that they give for the Apple McDippers. wah. if there's another place beyond heaven, it would definitely stock that sticky sweet caramel shit that Mcdonald's now has. and not forgetting tartar sauce, a must have when you're taking fries for your extra value meal. and remember, unlike what 'SUPERSIZE ME' tells you, McDonald's is healthy in moderation and adequate exercise. of course, they're paying me with a lifetime supply of caramel sauce to tell you this.



chicks with dicks

it's not everyday that one gets to explore one's feminity. and i'm not one who's ready to admit that i love bras and shit. in fact, whenever i pass by the lingerie section in any department store, i get a bit embarassed. i dunno why i do. but i shun away from bras. so it's with much trepedition that i don on women's clothes to entertain my colleagues in the monthly happy hour. it wasn't my idea but my chief clerk's. and seeing that i have drama experience and no shame, he said that i would make a really good drag. and i take it as a challenge.

so that night went really well. it was fun being a chick with muscle. i actually got cash offers to be the bitch for the night. already am. and a lot of compliment for having so much guts to wear prosthetic breasts in the form of bandages.


and so that's enough graphic evidence to shame me for a day.
you keep this to yourself, otherwise, i'll post pictures of your thighs that i took the otherday in the supermarket.

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