High to Bombay!

Imagine calling me Barbie…

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Update result tomorrow. *stress*

I’m gonna go camp at popular bookshop later to read the 500 compiled FTT questions and answers.

Yea lah, I’m cheapo.

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Ok lah, I passed.

Don’t call me Barbie, I’m at most Bimbo only. \(^o~)v

The mouse love the rice.

My mummy walked into my room a while ago with a plate of fruits and a piece of  scrunged up paper and said,

Photocopied from office. Don’t know if it’s translated correctly, but when I saw it I immediately wanna photocopy for you and let you see. The meaning like very cute.

Lao Shu Ai Da Mi, translation

Wahahahaha! Can’t deny it’s really cute in a silly way, what with the broken English and all, but yea it’s pretty sweet too.

To my hunk… I quote,

even every day has storm, i will always by your side

☂

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p/s Oh my holy moo moo cow, I just realised that the English lyrics can be sung to the tune of the original song! Hahahaha! Damn funny. Sing along people! (Song here.)

Magic…!

What’s up with all the magic shows these days?

It’s on TW shows, HK shows, ang moh shows, and more ang moh shows. It seems like more and more people are becoming magicians. I’ve always been intrigued by the way magic works, especially after I’ve watched The Prestige. It’s afterall a show of sheer brilliance and great showmanship, not forgetting the immense intelligence behind how each equipment is built to carry out the trick.

I myself have learned a few simple tricks from my brother. It’s fun but after you’ve discovered the thinking behind it, it’s really chey.

That night I was watching this magic show on Zong Yi Da Ge Da with my hunk. Mediocre stuff. Magician was pretty but her trick has been seen before on many other occasions. Doesn’t help that the rest did it with better presentation. And you can’t deny that men who can do very good magic can look really suave.

So I decided to give my hunk a chance to level up his hotness. Who knows he decided to go the other way around.

Me: 你会不会变魔术?

Him: 不会… 可是我会变肥.

Me: 那个每个人都会! 你可以变瘦的ma!

Him: 变肥比较容易…

Me: ……………

我无话可说…

Protected: Hunk’s Hunt II

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Hunk’s Hunt

Hello baby, what are you doing?

Why are you reading my blog in office? Bian zo gang ah?!

I think you should know by now that I’ve hidden something in your room. I’m hoping you won’t find it when you are home tonight. But I’m confident you won’t, because it is quite small and I’ve found the perfect spot just for it. Don’t bother asking seannie and lambchop for help, I’ve told them to zip their mouths.

The clues will be in the next entry, which will be password protected.

Only you can access it because I would think that only you know the answer to this question:

Where did we first meet?

Your answer is the password.

Have funnnn!

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the truth about toothpaste

I’ve always thought that toothpaste was waterproof. But my hunk insisted that toothpaste isn’t waterproof.

So we did a test about an hour ago. We squeezed some toothpaste into a wine glass half filled with water.

It remained intact initially but it started dissolving slowly after awhile.

So toothpaste ain’t waterproof afterall.

I conclude that it behaves like clay. But clay hardens after heat is applied.

I wonder what happens if I heat up toothpaste.

Colour(s) of my Future Car

Was on the road with my hunk a few days back, and he pointed out to a car that sported the colour of our 1 cent coin. We both agree it was a really buang colour.

Me: How ah? I don’t know what colour to get for my car next time leh.

Him: I like black.

Me: Who cares about you.

Him: Ok lor… my seat black can already.

Me: If not we split half la. Half black, half my colour.

Him: Also can.

Me: Or you want stripes? Stripey all the way.

Him: Hmm…

Me: Oh I know I know! Polka dots!!!

Him: Ohhh… okay. I let you have more, you take base colour.

Me: Uh huh…

Him: The dots use my colour can oready.

Imagine a polka-dotted Audi TT. So fierce hor?

Halloween @ Mint Museum of Toys

cuckoo salad

am at my hunk’s bahelor pad blogging on my omnia II, just in case i forget this ridiculously hilarious thing he said to me just now while watching singapore idol and munching on baby spinach salad.

“only at my house you can eat salad in gong ji wan (公鸡碗) ok!”

i just showed him what i wrote n he said, ” fusion food ok!”

hahahaha!

hahahaha