there was this "article" in the new paper today about singaporean bloggers blogging about mundane things, and engaging in slagging matches with each other blahblahblah, while bloggers overseas talk about "dollars & sense". nice one new paper. hurhur. sense...cents...you all very crever.

far be it from me to judge *koff* but singapore is packed full of weird goings-on, that there must be more to their lives than in-depth discussion of some potential starlet's decolletage (real or not?! - please discuss).

for example, on the bus the other day, we went past a truck declaring itself to be the property of AMEROIDS LOGISTICS. WHAT?! a company has named itself after a painful and embarrassing ailment? unfortunately this roving eye didn't have her camera on her that day. however, i did spot a company with a far more appropriate name:



just imagine their interviews .. "can you PACKAGE ?! are you ready to BE A MAN ?!?! ROAAAARR !!" [insert chest-thumping here]

ack! no internet !! girlie is dyinnnnnnnnnng *cries* this is from a sleazy net cafe in sleazy far east square.

things i'm telling you b'coz i'm too lazy to sms you all:

1. da >> that place that sells those shoes is now gone. noelle said she'll help me find out if it's moved or just closed down forever. however, i have bought your b'day/christmas present! huzzah.

2. lynne >> your present is in a box in my room =p you will never find it *bwahahahaha*

3. stoo >> im still looking for that watch of yours.

4. ampulets >> you've got mail!!

5. mun >> you are not the only gay in this village. i have seen several more. and it's a much worse than anything you could ever pull off.

6. lindagurl >> you are not the only piggie in s.e. asia .. unfortunately =((

anyhoo i'm off now. more shopping to be done!

and singapore tomorrow! gootbye perth and all your flies, hello singapore and all your grumpy people who don't know how to smile at passers-by.

because we loos never do things by halves, parents went out to buy the most amazing thing ever in the whole wide world, so we can pack all fragile items away in the safest funnest way possible. and so, ladies and gentlebugs, i present to you ..

BUBBLE WRAP !!!



yes folks, standing at more than 1m tall, is the purest roll of bubble-wrap you've ever seen. squillions of little magical pockets filled with air just waiting to burst out of their plasticky skins and dance in the atmosphere with you! o happy bubble-wrap.

it's taking a great deal of self-restraint not to run up to that thing and squeeze the hell out of it. well .. self-restraint brought on by warnings along the lines of "don't you DARE pop that i'm telling you .." in that ominous voice that only your mother can achieve.

if there's any left after the move, i'll try convincing the parentals to let us host a bubble-wrap party.

oh. and some random thing that i've always meant to post but never got round to.

during a deep and meaningful with cousin stoo, this question arose:

why is it that if a fat/ugly/stinky/gross-in-some-other-way person plasters pics of themselves all over the internet/on their blog, and declare themselves hot/photogenic/beautiful etc, nobody really says anything. but if someone comes along and says "dude, face it. you have a bung eye, terrible skin, and really shouldn't have eaten that last cream puff", people from the far reaches of the planet suddenly appear and say "leave them alone! they ain't never done nuffin or noone!"

so it's ok to live in a world of complete bullshit and denial, but not ok to state the glaringly obvious? how bizarre.