i was flipping through a magazine when i saw this:


a solar powered bra. what can get more redundant than this? ok i admit i may not exactly be the best person to say this but there's a reason why underwear is called underwear. To use the solar feature you have to expose your bra to the sun.

bored at work, i took to entertaining myself with the cutest hand puppet.


see no evil


hear no evil


speak no evil


evil koala at work


evil koala on work


i'm everywhere.


i don't like the way you're handling me, miss.


so much so it's giving me a headache.


come closer..lemme tell you something...


gotcha!



hey it's not easy to do this ok... you try making up a story while feeling stressed at being caught out at work.

one morning i woke and found my hand like this:


having decided to ignore it, by next morning it had swollen to:


under the advice of my colleagues, i decided to visit the doctor, and that was when i stumbled upon this fish (while waiting for the doc's to open):


top view:


doesn't it look like the offspring of an arowana and a butterfly?

and check it out. from the front view it almost looks like a barn owl with open wings.


i happily hopped back to the office with my new buy, $45 poorer from the doctor's "i don't know what's wrong too" and the desire to bring the illegitimate child home.

"how's your hand, now? and why is it like that anyway?" my colleague asks.

"it's fine, i guess. i could have accidentally poured some alcohol on my hand when i was drinking and din wash it off immediately. i think i could be allergic to alcohol when applied topically."

"ooh...' she coos. "wow, imagine, if alcohol does that to your skin, what's going on inside when you drink it?"

like we need to be reminded of where 15% of our drinking water come from

it's strange how i never noticed such nice sights when they're just a mere five minutes away from my place.

despite the heat wave that hit singapore lately, trishaw uncles are getting cooler and cooler.



mai siao siao, harley davidson ok... got fiery metallic skull in front somemore.


there was even a batman one but it whizzed past me so fast, i didn't even have time to touch my camera.

kampong glam is full of little hidden treasures. i love it!!

from my point of view. and yes, you can stand under my umbrella.


seems like i'm not the only one loving it.


even barbie gets more fun here.


look, even measles seem cheery around here.


everyone should check it out someday.

let the magic begin.

igallop and ipod is out. let's welcome the latest shopping mall to hit town.


iOn!!!

are you on?

people say you learn new things and understand yourself better on overseas trips.

i think so too.

i learnt that i should not take bumper car rides 5 consecutive times in a row.



self realisation also hit me that i can really look like a ghost at times. i'm past denial now.

cats make such interesting subjects

"boy, i'm afraid i can't sell you the turnip"

in singapore, u need to be of legal age for everything.

this is the name of a real shop.

i can so imagine the robber saying "they asked for it".

another shop.

apparently its email is simidaiji@piekia.sg

i crossed paths with a couple mynahs lately.


i was at a friend's house chatting with her when a bird trotted into her room.

as i stare at the mynah with mouth agape, i hear my friend say, careful, he might bite your foot if it gets too close.

it used to be have fleas, but not anymore, she helpfully adds.

here he is. *shudders*


an angry mynah as a pet?
seriously, what is the world coming to, man...

and yep, speaking of mynahs, can you spot the albino mynah?


i think it survived till today coz it camouflages perfectly as a piece of litter.

it's just... wrong

me, miss naughty*, her little sister, and naan met up to be cheapo and claim free ice cream (twice). of course, we were still less cheapo than some others in the queue, who were happily licking away at their newly claimed ice creams while queuing for another. it's hard to beat singaporeans in cheapo-ness la. at least we had the decency to walk around a bit as buffer time in between ice creams to ensure the servers would have rotated shifts and forgotten us.

anyway, things just got more wrong from here. little sister wanted to go to toys 'r' us. all i can say is, other than cheapo, ben and jerry's ice cream makes people bo liao as well.

we saw rows of this at the entrance.


someone pointed out that this veggie one was particularly cheap and cute.


the free ice creams had made us all high.

we put it a coin and got this:


an innocent looking radish, you say?


what about this then?



and this?



all together, now.



little sister eagerly pointed out that the sweet potato even had holes in erm. all the right places.

what is wrong with the japanese?!

how can they ever think of corrupting young children by making cute innocent harmless veggies into sexual beings with unspeakable anatomical parts?!

everything that happened yesterday is just so... wrong.


* miss naughty is so named for many reasons, one of which includes how she brought along her little sister to vivocity from 5p.m. to late at night before announcing matter-of-factly that she needs to go home soon cause little sis has an exam the next morning. when confronted with her reckless behaviour, she proclaims happily that she "used to shop the day before her exams in the past too!" if this isn't naughty, i don't know what is.

p/s: please feel free to approach me to ask what other naughty stuffs she has done.

p/s to miss naughty: please feel free to bribe me to avoid the above from happening.

eh hello, did i say you can take my picture?

mother knows best

why the makers of Hello Kitty would make her soft toy cuter than her is beyond my understanding.

Cafe Cartel cakes are half price after 9. Being greedy and all, me and two friends sat in till after 9 and ordered three cakes: Bitter Chocolate Fudge Cake, Tiramisu, and Aunt Amy Chewy Chocolate Fudge Cake.

The cakes soon arrived.

"Here's your Tiramisu..."

"Bitter Chocolate..."

the waiter set the last cake down with a professional flourish.
"and your Auntie Amy",

I stared blankly at the cake before bursting into laughter right in front of him.

I usually try to only laugh behind people's backs but this was too much.

apparently Cafe Cartel is into localising their New York creations.

Auntie Amy! rocks on.



i think being mean doesn't pay off. later that night a friend sent me this. i didn't know to laugh or cry.