Little Dowager

There is an Apple iPod promotion with DBS bank.

The catch is, you have to sign up for ibanking first in order to purchase the ipod with 15% off the original price.

I was first eyeing the 160gb classic, but figured it was too expensive, somewhat bulky (as compared to my 1st gen nano), and the capacity is just way beyond my current usage.

So then I eyed the 8gb nano. Specifically the black one. Saw the real thing in iShop and was utterly mesmerized with its almost credit card size.

BUT THEN, came along this promotion. The 8gb nano is 295 bucks, and yet the classic with 10 times more capacity is only a mere 378 bucks. It would be silly not to buy the classic, no?

Some women would prefer the nano for it’s nano-esque size. But lately I’ve been eyeing things that are rather masculine, so it makes perfect sense for me to go for the black classic.

Woo hoo, an upgrade! But sure thing I would miss holding my nano daily.

IMG_9408-p, originally uploaded by ladyblueabc.

I wanted so much to love this perfume, but I couldn’t. It smells great on the first whiff, a very dreamy floral scent, with a tinge of lychee/berry. But after awhile, the scent sickens me. So bad I feel somewhat nauseous coupled with a throbbing pain in the temples.

If ever any one gets this for me, I wouldn’t complain - the purple globe it’s rather nice to look at.

2 1 more hours till times out, here are 10 random and personal food traits I thought of while dwindling my time away…

1. I don’t eat roti with curry.
2. I have a strong dislike for yesterday’s curry.
3. I like Marmite. Only, on buttered toast. Yum.
4. I like my subway sandwiches soggy and smashed. With semi crunchy cucumber and lettuce. Hold the olive.
5. Speaking of cucumber, I don’t eat it unless it’s sliced thinly and soggy-fied with my chicken rice. Yea, I don’t like my cucumber fresh.
6. I think yoshinoya beef bowl is heavenly. Everything else on the menu is a waste of money.
7. I am trying hard to wean off MacD.
8. Sorry but I really find indian rojak gross. It’s an “unworthy” grease bomb. (something worthy would be KFC)
9. I almost always order Katsu Don in a Japanese restaurent.
10. I can abstain from ice-cream, chocolate, cola, chips, whatever junk food, for a long long time. Just don’t dangle them in front of me.

Wee. One more hour.

Mama says, Don’t eat your hair.

Or you’ll end up with a 10 pound mass of tangled hair in your stomach, just like this woman.

Obviously, not safe before lunchtime.

What’s worst than sitting next to a guy with fat thighs and an equally thick briefcase (which I bet, contains nothing important)?

A guy with fat thighs with a thick briefcase, who also happens to be fidgety like a pre-pubescent little girl. He’s so easily excitable, I bet he pre-ejaculates with every sms he gets.

TSK.

Does breathing in the odour of a smoker constitute to secondhand smoking?

I don’t usually have a thing against smoker; I loved some, I kissed some. But the Auditor behind me really smells like a pair of really stale cigarette trays. The rosy scent of my Stella McCartney wilted in her presence.

Pardon me, while I hide in the Pantry.

Ronald MacDonald gone wrong.

As intepreted by Thierry Mugler SS08.

A glass and a half full productions created this Cadbury advertisement, of a Gorilla drumming to a Phil Collins song…

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And Wonderbra created a spoof, proudly presenting their Two cups full of joy… (obviously, bouncing boobies are not very work safe)

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I’ve always admired The Sister for her driven attitude, optimism and partial Type A personality. She has aways been the street smart and eloquent one. In the past, I have never felt the need to feel competitive with her, maybe cause we were in totally different league.

When people asked if I was close to her, I told them we were not. They were always surprised, but why should they be? If only they know how different we are in body size, personality, interests.

But lately when I stand next to her, I felt like a shrinking violet, while she’s the blooming Bird of Paradise. She seems so passionate about her work, while I struggle with waking up 6:30 every morning.

While she often seeks my help in the design area/borrow my bags & cosmetic, I can never bring myself to do the same with her. I felt unworthy, like, I can only own her cast off. Maybe that is why I rarely make the effort to talk to her, or connect with her.

Shadows don’t usually talk to their object, right?

Watch this video - a mother giving good advice on how to please a woman.

Priceless, priceless expression.

Edit: Woops, missed out the link earlier.