On the final day...

...I was given an answer from IRAS. A letter that I've been waiting for all week, all 2 months in fact. A letter containing my precious iras pin - I seemed to be one of the few idiots in Singapore dying to file my tax where many others simply ignored till the last minute as mentioned by the channel 5 news. There is something that I do not understand though. Calculating my income last year, I should have reached the minimum income for them to bug me for taxes but no. I logon to myTax portal and it says I do not have to. Heck! Did I wait all month, 2 months, just to see this? Perhaps I should be glad for not having to file tax - just what is the hell wrong with me? - but after all these pinning - pun intended - this is all I get? Or rather all they'll get from me - nothing?

A Techno-Nature Hybrid

Discovery of the day. Programs that create constant pop-ups, bring annoyance to your PC and internet bandwidth had actually something to do with nature's reproduction system.

Mr Pink: From this, we can know if her PC has been infected with sperm ware.

No wonder they self create pop-ups.

Bliss and Quiet

I never knew that non commuication was the answer to eternal relationship bliss till last night. I simply talk too much.

What's in a Mobile anyway?

Portable? Movable? Ok I was trying to be cool. By mobile I meant handphone to those uninitiated. I was given this $200 Starhub handphone voucher by my 20 year old cousin to "please go change a handphone, your handphone, I see already also paiseh for you." Ey! What's wrong with my Sony Ericsson? Got color, can take pictures leh. Not biang mah. Though got some scratches. Aiyoh people always change handphone and now use Motorola phone with some memory card inside, can play MP3 somemore so can hor lian lor? I got ipod leh! *stares* Yah, exactly what is wrong with my precious T610 apart from scratches and occasional hiccups? Nothing perhaps but vanity, grudges against my change handphone every few months student cousin, a should not waste $200 voucher and a $300 sponsorship from airen, maybe it's time for it to retire. Handphone hunting for someone who's not been concern/interested for a long long time is a stressful job. Much more stressful than my day job as a programmer coz at least I get paid for work stress and I get to go home at 6. So rather than listing what I want in a phone - coz what I need is basically a can sms, call, got color phone, I got ipod leh, no need for music and stuff *sniffs* - I'll list out the unwanteds to aid myself and Rusty who is kinda in need of one too. My low down on phones and brands the bimbotic way. 1. Nokia - Don't even think about it. I don't wanna be caught using a stuffy Nokia. 2. Siemens - The name, oh the name. How can I even risk associating myself with that brand name? They do have a nice phone that I like but, but, I'm so sorry I simply can't get pass the male discharge relating name. 3. Panasonic – I know Jay endorses it but apart from him, who else? I see Panasonic and I think of VCR players. I wonder if it is trustworthy, user interface and all? This is rather nice and sleek but then again, user interface? Jay uses it for a fee - paid to him. I better think thrice. 4. Samsung – Too many buy 1 get 1 free stories freak me out. Especially for a person who constantly feeds her phone to the concrete floor, I bet I’ll get my second phone within first month of purchase. There is one that I rather like though, I’m not too interested in having phone number 2. 5. Motorola – My cousin uses this and no way am I gonna use the same. I’ll like to look down on her too ok! Anyway, this brand doesn’t really appeal to me physically so I guess it’s a pass. I do like this rather impressive one pack full with funky functions though they had to miss out on the keypad which is ever so important to me. 6. Sony Ericsson – My most trusty brand but what the hell happened to the designs? Company dropped designers like mine? I do like the orangey one though W800i. Can play MP3 very very well it seems – I have an ipod mind you so I don’t really need it. I get that feel upon second look and I think it is the neo one. Though it says “coming soon” on the website and my voucher expires end of May. 7. LG – I simply can’t look at the name without thinking of the word fridge. 8. Mitsubishi – Did someone just mention aircon? 9. Treo, O2 and all that – What’s the point? Conclusion? None yet and that's the problem. Till next time then. Look at the time. I needa sleep. On a last note, never attempt the Motorola website with your speakers out loud in the dead of the night unless you're prepared. The "Hello Moto" scares really big time.

And thus, he shall fall...

...is the image I held in place in a corner of my brain whenever I see the boss sprinting across our narrow "corridor" in a so sports person kinda way - the fingers stuck close together, hands straight by his side, palms pointing upward position - in case he falls so that I can have a good laugh. He did not exactly fall, but he did trip. I did not laugh, more of stun. Seriously I do not mind though, things like that should happen more often. I need more entertainment than that since glass knocking are no longer in vogue.

Jill and the Bean Stalk

This is rich, probably the amazing fact of the year. For those who has yet heard it - breathe people in case you choke on something upon hearing - my 5 year niece almost had an operation to remove a bean stalk, sprout, dou gay, whatever you name it out from her tiny ear. Yes, you heard it right here. A dou gay plant. The dou gay you see when you eat char kuay tiao, fish ball noodle. Story starts like this, my mum spotted her furiously digging her ear around noon yesterday and curiously asked what she was so obviously doing. And luckily for mum asking the obvious, realized that she was bleeding slightly in the outer rims of her ear. Niece pleaded with mum to help her "dig for worms" - her term for removing ear wax the traditional way with a stick with scope. Thing is, she has been pestering mum and ah ma to help her dig those "worms" every single day for days now and those "worms" seemed to just keep coming. Half way through the digging, I guess she might just be feeling helpless, she told my mum in a matter of fact manner "I put something inside" innocently!!! What next of coz is a series of phone calls to my sis informing her of the curious incident so recently discovered and what's in that ear quizzes throughout dinner and tv time. Sis wasn't all that worried at first, afterall this wasn't the first time something like that happened to one of the kids at home - heartless isn't her? though I laughed too - till the doctor inform her that her daughter might have to be operated on coz it seems impossible to remove it now that there's infection occurring within the ear - a green bean with water and fertilizer what do you expect? Fortunately for her, the doctors came up with another method of removal. What instrument was involved I do not know but sucking was the word that I was given. And boy those suckers sure did their job well. My cousin and I had done similar stuff before - I shoved a bead up my nostril and was almost operated on till a kind doctor at Alexandra Hospital removed it with a silver stick. my cousin, clearly more adventurous, had kept a q-tip cotton bud for a month in her ear, swallowed a majong chip which might be the suspicious reason for her constant constipation and shoved also a bead in her nose, which she managed to remove it out herself - but my niece won the encounters with alien objects competition hands down. None of our alien objects grew out of their original proportion. Her reasoning was logical if not a little scary. Apparently, her class was out digging for green beans that they planted in the school garden - teacher was teaching them how to plant their first plants - and having no pockets in her uniform, she carefully wrapped the precious bean in tissue and shoved it into her ear in case she lose it. And we know, she did not coz she kept it safely there for almost 6 months. Heck! I bet the bean even celebrated New Year with her. I heard my sis brought back the tiny dou gay plant and it's sitting in a container in our kitchen right at this moment. Someday I might just take a picture of it. Something to present to her little friends in years to come. At least I was smarter, I threw away my bead. One thing's for sure, I'll never look at a dou gay in the same way again.

Ignore me and I shall do the same

IRAS is ignoring me again. Ok fine. Ignore all you want. I'll do the same when you send me a letter asking for my fine. I'll not even send a letter back to reply I'm fine, thank you very much. I look down on you IRAS - despite my height so you should be ashamed!

Eventful Day

Ms Vege is finally gone - last day, last friday Starusticity lost her handphone Jacqie found a bryan - yet to be confirm Mr Smurfie got wacked - as usual IRAS ignored me once again Goliath forced to change seats Tashes emailed us Last can of coke is gone Got an overdose of sweets and am not feeling well once again - bound to get an earful from Airen Pretty much sums up the day till now.

IgnoRe An aSshole

IRAS has been avoiding me for some reason. They ignored me by not sending me my IRAS letter. Ignored my Singpass request the first time. Ignored my Singpass login to myTax Portal when I finally got my Singpass the second time around. Got engaged when I called their number. Congrats lor. Let me know when you're finally getting hitch. Feeling ever so pissed, I decided to make that fateful phonecall to IRAS, hoping to get the answer that I do not have to file my tax. Click on the tiny blue e icon, type http://www.iras.gov.sg/, wait for page to load, click on the contact us link. Scroll to look for the contact number to call and guess what? They're happily opened only from 8am-5pm. It's 5.03pm now. What luck. I was gonna call them to vent my anger coz I'm having a PMSy day. dammnit.

Match Unmade

Apparently, love cannot be determined on first sight at least not in this case. This match which took so many hands to make, took only 3 to unmake in less than 2 weeks. Fill in the blanks and bother me no more. As far as I am concern, the story instead of unfolding has folded.

Bottoms Up

Does a hairy body equals a hairy butt? A question that somehow popped up while Rusty and I were discussing some issues about men - hmmm...how did that question come about really. Rusty argued that technically it should be possible coz there are men with really hairy backs. So if the hair should be so erm...numerous on one huge mass of area - his back - isn't it only logical for them to continue their growth down south rather than stopping clean at the hmmm... - where should it stop? - waist - a good spot to end the hairy affair? Technically right I supposed and I salute her for that. But imagine a hairy butt and an unwell stomach, what a sticky, shitty situation that would be.

Coincidence?

There's this long, dry, split, tangled hair to the butt gal that takes the bus to work with me almost every morning. I always try to stay away from her after she tried to force feed me on several bus boarding occasions with her hair. And indeed that was what made me notice this freaky long hair Samara that climbs onto buses instead of out the well. Incidentally, Mr Smurfie and I caught her alighting - as usual - with us at the bus stop today with a bandage on her left wrist. Normally stone, ignoring each other, he nudged me to voice out his die-die-must-say-now thoughts.

Mr Smurfie: Did she sprain her wrist combing her hair? Me: I thought she sprained it tying it up.

Evil minds may think alike but the hair and bandage, too much of a coincidence isn't it?

Some Life and Death Matters

Happy Birthday to my cousin Jocelyn, take another one and make that 27!!! Many happy returns - though I never understood the meaning of that? happy returns? getting home safely? if that is the case then seriously, make that a lifelong happy return. By the way, Joce if you're reading this - which I do not think so - you very rude leh. i message you but you never even say "Thank you". 27 liao must learn to be more mature har? Understand? On the other hand...I was told yesterday - I forgot to write about it sorry - that one of the crystal red shrimps had decided that enough was enough to forgo its earthy shrimp shell to proceed on to another fishy world. My condolences to airen who was pretty upset about the death. Old age was the most likely reason so please do not try to point fingers and make funny comments about political arena aquarium, double crossing swimming shrimps or murder conspiracies. My airen is upset enough already. Looks like I better update his blog this weekend, there seems to be more shrimpy activities in the aquarium than my life. Another drag and I might never finish updating them all.

Some Kinda Fiendster

Gossip of the day. The new gal does have connections. How more right can I get? I'm just so impressed with myself sometimes - not that I wanted it right this time. Anyway, in trying to illustrate her associates, I came up with not 1 but a few - can be alot more, but I freaked out half way - relationship flow charts which are so friendster except that I couldn't get the correct arrows on webdings. New Gal 78 Certain Part Timer 78 Certain BIG Shot 78 Company 78 Me Me 78 Office 78 New Gal 78 Certain Part Timer 78 Certain BIG Shot Me 78 Company 78 Certain Part Timer 78 Certain BIG Shot 78 Company 78 New Gal Certain BIG Shop 78 Certain Part Timer 78 Company 78 Me 78 Office 78 New Gal AIYOH! - attempting a Goliath-too-tall- no matter how you look at it, I'm somehow connected to the certain BIG shot - hey! I too have connections ok! - and possibly everybody else in the world, like it or not. Which in turn makes readers of this blog connected to certain BIG shot as well as illustrated below. New Gal 78 Certain Part Timer 78 Certain BIG Shot 78 Company 78 Me 78 Blog 78 Reader The world is a small place afterall. As a matter of fact, I might just be related to the Bhangras holding hands outside Jurong Point, however hard I find to believe. And in case you're wondering, there really is a fiendster site - thanks to Mr Smurfie - and I felt as if I'm in the fiendster network already, keeping enemies nearby.

"Mummy, can I order a Tsunami?"

The amazing thing about being a kid is that you can say whatever you want but nobody gets insulted whatsoever. The ratio goes like this, the younger you are, the lesser sense will be expected of you. If you do not know by now, you should. Sensitive word endurance threshold gets lowered and then lower as your age increases. My 5 year old niece asked her mum at Swenson's if she can order a tsunami coz they always order the earthquake. She was over heard by a nearby kid who asked his/her parents - on the spot - for a tsunami as well. Kids at that age, when they say things like this, adults go "ah...so cute, so funny", "how on earth did they think of a thing like that?" followed by laughter, yadda, yadda. Kids at 12, when they say that will probably be hushed by accompanying adults "sssh! you shouldn't go about saying such things. it's not a very funny statement you know?" then all the crap on why it is not really that funny - if the accompanying adult were a patient one else a "shut up lah. why you so boliao?" would suffice. Teens at 18 will get a "you're a young adult now and you should know that's not funny and be more sensitive to the world around you!!!" Note the use exclamation marks. The amount of crap the teen will receive at this time will be tabulated based on the above again - see Kids at 12. Adults at my age will simply get a glare, a how lame can you get speech or simply be ignored. The funny statements no longer funny but more like a prick. Seems like character, skin, hair etc are not the only things that people take for granted to mature when you get older. A careless statement can now mean so many ways. I'm not even including factors such as like or dislike for the speaker, situation, blah blah. So can you still order a Tsunami? The answer is no. At least not in a way that I know of and certainly not at Swenson's though.

First, the shrimps...

The babies are nowhere to be found. The mummy was seen laying eggs - which reminds me that the pictures are still with airen - but the babies, nowhere to be found. Somebody call the aquarium patrol. Airen says he read some posts from the forum he's always visiting that some guys experienced pretty much the same things. That is, sometimes, the babies are just nowhere to be found. And it's not even as if they're playing hide and seek with their parents. They're just gone. Poof! Disappear. Which leads to me think...was the divine laying, a true sighting of a "mummy" shrimp bringing her kids to life or was it simply some shrimp emptying its stomach after a heavy shrimpy meal.

Bet You Didn't Know

The Incredible Hulk is a huge fan of Popeye's. Think what makes him green and huge? Gamma rays? Wrong. Overdose of spinach. Moral of the story, eat your veges, in moderation unless you have a pair of pants like his. I tell you, they're amazing.

D Minor and C Major

Reading back my past few posts, I'm starting to see a trend. There're 2 major things going on in my life right now. 1. My (Future) Sister-in-Law 2. Sexual Orientation of a Physically Male New Colleague - unless my eyes are lying to me. And of coz, I wonder if it counts - this minor thing - the birth and growth of shrimps.

Communication, what's your problem?

I'm starting to worry about communication problems and such. Remember the match making session my brother had and was deemed successful? The match made is in town and around our house. I go home the day before, I see her. I go home yesterday, I see her. She's so far been referred to as "the woman". I don't know about others but "the woman" sounds so vixen like - the human type - or was it "the other woman"? So, I've been seeing her but have I heard from her yet? The answer is a quiet yes. Quiet. She's been so quiet. I can understand the pressure of meeting some guy's rowdy family and not being able to fit in right away but where's her voice? OK. In fact the whole purpose of this post here is the voice or rather what comes out of it - speech. She speaks Hokkien and Hokkien alone - maybe a pinch of salt Bahasa Indonesian. Don't get me wrong, I don't have a problem with that. Marriage to her is not my concern. I'm a woman and I walk the straight road. Someone significant might though. And that someone significant is my brother's 12 year old daughter. My niece speaks English with her Dad and Chinese with my parents. I've yet to see them communicate with each other though I truly hope to hear from my niece's point of view - and I can't coz we're not close, I'm not a very good auntie you see. Disclaimer: Yet seeing them communicate does not mean they do not communicate. Being the bed and TV loving person that I am, I usually head straight to my bed to watch TV after dinner and a long bath. So for all I know, they might have exchanged notes from Urban Mths, Armpit Hairs, Jolin Tsai to Powerpuff Girls. Regardless, I shall stand/sit/whatever and watch as the story unfolds, however bizarre it might seem to this tiny brain of mine. The bizarre love triangle of family communication, English, Chinese, Hokkien, Dad, Daughter, (Future) Step Mum, (Future) Step Daughter, (Future) Husband, (Future) Wife.

Portrait or Landscape

Straight people are Portraits. Gays, Landscape. Reason? If they say they're straight, they're lying - sideways.

How to Survive a Day in the Office

The task at 1pm has been altered slightly to "Think about Colleague's Sex Orientation." And hell have I been thinking!

HOW????

What to do when your ipod hangs? PANIC!!! It's ok now. After about 10 minutes of hanging at a single song, 3 minutes of glowing in bright orange. Orange. I did say I sense bad karma right?

All Roads lead not to Rome. Pink!

At least from a certain point of conception, it will be. That is what we always thought. However it is only today that there is a conclusion, all colors really lead to Pink. Think about it. Pink is a shade of Red. Orange is a shade of Red. So doesn't that make Pink a shade of Orange and vice versa too? Not convinced? Then think masculine colors. Blue. Blue is a shade of Purple. Violet is a shade of Purple. And where does that make Pink? It's a shade of Violet of coz. So Blue is also a shade of Pink. And since Green is a shade of Blue....you get the idea. You can run but you can't hide unless of coz you're like Mr Smurfie. The world is becoming simpler by the day. There is only the 1 color - Pink, which is the latest obsession. There is adsolutely no question. My brain is screwed.

not in the mood for a title

I'm having a bad day. I knew it the moment I woke up and stood 20 minutes waiting for the bus to work. I hate meetings. Did I ever mention it before? I hate meetings with crappy people that simply don't understand what they're asking for. You ask me again, I'll box your ears. Now do you understand what you're asking for? What else do I hate about meetings? It's when someone who sits opposite you goes for meeting without informing you and you're supposed to be in it together - heck and I thought he was in the pink loo. Talk about loving your co-workers. I'll be glad if I don't beat them into pups. - on the other hand maybe they should be. What is worse than reaching a crappy meeting's long overdue end? An email. An email sent from a certain name. Nothing really frustrating this time - juz a simple request to someone else - except that it annoys me to no end. I think it is the addressing that creeps me. It is sick. The lame play acting that some people are so fond of and good at. It disgusts me. And now my lunch sucks. I can't wait to see what's next. Bad karma? I knew it.

Seeing is not Believing

First off, the new purchaser -nicknamed Goliath too tall - came in last Friday. Strange day to start work if you ask me - but of coz nothing stranger than April Fools'. Anyway, after all the he's-so-good-looking rumors, I finally got the truth on Friday - when I gave him a short briefing of the system. Seeing is believing not hearing or perhaps the phrase to use is not believing. What can I say? He's tall, dark erm...very tall, very dark - abit too tall. Wears a bright orange addidas watch - yes, yes, yes I know this is abit off topic but. Ok that's beside the point. The point is, when he opened his mouth to speak, I choked. Yesterday, I grab hold of my sis, trying to confirm my suspicion. What did she say?

My sis: He's very cute one. I like talking to him. Me: ??? My sis: He's like a big baby and likes to whine to me. Me: !!!!

My mum was full of praises for Goliath too. Things like he's so cute looking lah etc etc. When I raise the question of the side of the road he walks on, they choy at me and exclaim how can? Juz coz he's tall and big, he cannot be at the junction meh? Stereotypes. Am I simply strange? Why am I the only one that feels this way? This afternoon's small chat with Mr Smurfie before he rushes off for check up - for his work permit - proves me wrong. There is - at least - someone afterall that has the same beliefs. Mr Smurfie choked at lunch time during a conversation - enough said, maybe not coz we gossiped again when he came back at 4pm. It's only Goliath's 2nd day and I'm already considering to dedicate a "thesis" to him. I feel bad karma.

Important Announcement

Readers of this blog, take note. This is an important announcement. The shrimps have given birth!!! Airen even managed to take a short boring clip and several pictures of it. I should have uploaded the pictures here but *sighz* it's all my fault really, the memory stick is with me but I'm having problems extracting them out from card reader - it keeps hanging my lousy pc - really sorry about this. Will upload them as soon as possible - I promise! - and with more details in airen's blog.

In the Pits

Inspired by Starusticity's Up or Down? post and an angmo on the bus, I started querying friends and family a rather "sensitive" question. "Should guys shave their pits?" - breathe people, this is a very long post. Last Saturday on the bus, sitting on the seat right next to the stairs, this tall, huge angmo guy came up and "parked" himself on my left hand side. Directly beneath his pits, I noticed there was this strange patch of red stubs. It took me long moments of discreet maneuvering my head to realize that he had shaved his pits. It was then I wondered, why he shaved when most guys do not and what if he had not?!! For those who have forgotten, I was sitting right beneath his shaven pits! Directly below! So should guys shave their pits? There were some rather interesting answers especially those given by guys. Though the typical answers especially from guys were "NO!" coz pit hairs to them were the very image of manliness. What's a man without pit hairs? Some commented that they do not have a problem with pit-less men and gave the reason as hygiene - these are usually gals.

Atypicals Mr Smurfie: If they always wear sleeveless or play basketball then they must shave lor. Can you imagine them doing this - does a arm flip backwards action which disgusts me - in sleeveless tops and never shave? I never shave lah. Don't need. But I don't wear sleeveless. Can't recall Mr Smurfie's contribution word for word but the core is all here. Winston: Now the look is metrosexual mah, so trim not shave...up to the individual what, some do for hygiene one lor. Winston has just won the coolest answer award. Nobody mentioned metrosexual you know? Forgot to ask if he shaved though. Ronnie: Are you ok? ok...Ronnie did later on gave the conventional no no answer but when he asked if I was alright, I nearly flipped over.

The Norms Yong Yang: Of coz not...armpit hair is manly. Yong Yang sounds so proud of them.

Daniel: Not manly. For a moment I thought he meant not many though.

Jit Meng: There is no need. Characteristic of a male. Not a requirement by company. Jit Meng seems to be trying to look too cool in his answer. Not a requirement by company? His company doesn't require it? Maybe I should make shaving a requirement for Mr Smurfie starting from tomorrow.

Weilun: Guys how can shave? Shave liao not like men anymore. A basketballer that does not shave. Please refer to Mr Smurfie's replies. Extremist

Eternal Snow: Siao...if guys shave, then he's gay. She is an extremist, no doubt!

Airen: Cannot lah! How can? Like gay like that. Gals different mah but guys cannot lah. I couldn't remember his exact words either but it should be followed by shivers.

Xiaoye: EEEE! Guys cannot shave lah. So gay. She must be so glad Weilun - her 193cm tall basketballer boyfriend feels the same way. He's way too tall to be gayish too!

The Fence Lovers and Hygiene Freaks

Starusticity: i knw body builders do, erm for hygiene sake some guys do cos sweaty stinky pits arent nice, it's not a should or shouldnt guess its more of personal choice. but if i see guys w shaved pits it is kinda weird. Ok, it's finally edited. Word for word. Rusty, you happy now? By the way, Rusty here has provided us with another insight into the male armpit. Read the comments! Jeannie: If they exercise or are swimmers then it's a must lor. I can't recall her word for word either but then I must start to notice swimmers to see if their armpits hair gets drenched in pools. Tashes' Aaron: Occasionally must shave to get rid of some lingering odours so that when it grows out again, it'll be brand new start...if a guy is a white tiger then so gay. That means he shaves? But then just after he shaved and before they grow out, wouldn't he be a white tiger?

The No Answers

Phyllis: Ha ha...why? Your boy boy not doing it or has done it? It's normal they don't shave. Famous people shave a bit. So Phyllis, my gal and your opinion is? And no, airen is an extremist and he does not shave. Please refer to above. Tashes: Odd...it seems to be a girl's privilege to look hair free except for the head of coz but on the other hand, darn it's such a troublesome thing. Tashes, tashes, so should guys shave? We're not talking about gals here you know. You should read my post about Female Armpit Hair. DAMN! I seemed obsessed.

And of coz, there's Eric who never replied me. Why, Eric? You paiseh har? Ooops...I know lah, might be just busy at the moment.

And just in case you're interested, i found something worth of blah blah note here, taken from this certain forum.

Armpit odour, or axillary malodor, usually begins when you reach puberty, when your glands start working. There are two kinds of sweat glands in the human body, the apocrine glands, which secrete a milky fluid from the hair follicles, and the eccrine glands, which are the source of most perspiration. The sweat from the eccrine glands is water, which is used to cool the body by evaporation and to moisten the friction surfaces of the body.

Most axillary, or armpit, sweat is odourless, and comes from the eccrine glands. The small amount of apocrine secretion in the sweat, however, causes the problem.

Although fresh apocrine sweat is also odourless, it develops its characteristic smell when the sweat is broken down by the hair and skin cells in the armpit, and then eaten by bacteria.

It's actually the bacteria that make the smell, releasing a chemical called 3-methyl-2-hexenoic acid.

About 90% of men and 70% of women have these bacteria in their armpit, and women produce a milder odour than men. Most people have trouble smelling their own odour without burying their nose in their own armpit ... probably because your brain filters out smells which are always present.taken from here (http://www.wcsscience.com/armpit/odour.html)

...The purpose of the axillary hair is to reduce friction and to aid in evaporation (the hairs are hollow).

In a nutshell, men smell while women smell better - hooray for being a woman! Talking about men and pits, I wonder if Jennifer Aniston left Brad Pit coz she does not wanna be called the Shaven Pit each time she shaved hers - duh. By the way, the pet is back - look to the right. YAY!

Going the Distance

Distance: The extent of space between two objects or places; an intervening space. etc etc Distance learning has always been fine with me. It is but a method to further equip ourselves with knowledge conveniently here then there. In fact, it was what this cheapo person now typing the post did some 2 years ago, as away to save cash in learning near. Distance loving, on the other hand is a completely different matter and a no no in my most humblest of all opinions, at least for myself. I see my cousin spending time on emails, sending them before she sleeps, sending them in the middle of her sleep - she wakes up in the middle of night sending emails, sometimes I wonder if she's juz sleepwalking - seeing him once every few months or so, never sharing regular tender moments. It all makes me wonder what is it exactly worth, this long distance loving thingy. I see my airen twice a week - most of the time - talk, message regular. Grab him out when I'm down, grasp his hand when he's out. I cannot imagine crying alone without his shoulder to lend nearby - that is unless he is the one making me cry. It does help too that he lives not so far, Tampines for me would have been a long distance relation. I applaud those who has the courage to go through what I would never. It pains to wonder how my cousin must have felt on special days, birthdays and such when he is closer to the other side of the causeway and down several hundred miles while we take the bus and meet in about half an hour. My brother, I was told broke up with an ex girlfriend coz she had stayed too far away. But since he's now divorced with a daughter and has a match made with an Indonesian, perhaps distance wasn't always the factor. Love is.

Appreciation

The net has been down the whole day till just 10 minutes ago. Times like these, I would really really like to express my appreciation to the Internet. Thank you for being there for me always. I would try never to take you for granted again.

Pun Intended

Got to know that one of airen's acquaintances is called Mr Thong and started to really wonder if his dad and him were ever the butt of jokes being a pair of thongs.

That's not a Reason

Bridget Jones, the Edge of Reason. Watched it last week on VCD. Yes I'm one of those cheap idiots who can't afford movie tickets for anything less than a Lord of the Rings or Star Wars. Movies like these - Bridget Jones with or without reason - should be watched via $2 a day rented VCD. Are my expectations too high? I can't say for sure but the moral of the story at the end of it seems to be a case of fat, clumsy women has no choice. Take it or leave it, it can't get any worse. Why do I say so, you might ask? What can I say? Mark Darcy is definitely not the perfect guy as the fat, clumsy whimper - Bridget - insisted. What makes a guy perfect? Let thee count the ways. Rich, career minded, mature, moreover a lawyer. Every single aspect found in the Mark Darcy man. Such a perfect man. It is a wonder that the script writer, producer, director, whatever, whoever is charged, created the scene whereby Bridget herself tries to complain about the man in her life then hears about the boyfriends of the lowest sort on earth and felt guilty complaining about her beloved Mark Darcy when he's so perfect as compared to them? Scum are scum. Men are men. They are different. Get your facts right, gals. A man who does not beat you up, made you sell drugs or yourself does not mean he is perfect. Of coz, there is no such thing as a perfect man - EVER. If there is one that is almost perfect, yes the answer is, he MUST be walking on the otherside of the road - gay. Perfect might not be the right word here. Most gals like me are not looking for the perfect man, we're just trying to find love in the midst of this human flood. Men, men everywhere, why art thou, thy one true love. *Geri Halliwell singing It's raining men in the background* It is lame. A movie to make fun of a fat, clumsy woman. To laugh at her from all aspects, to nudge her on towards a Mark Darcy coz what's a guy like him doing with a gal like her. So such a gal has no right to choices? It seems like, at least in this movie. Mark Darcy to me is nothing short of a jerk. A man who can leave you alone in a room, crowd full of strangers while he sits, drinks, laughs with anyone else but you. Puts his friends, family, everything else above of you. Looks at you each time with disdain rather than love every single time you appear. No gal deserves such a guy unless you'll rather a principal than a lover in your life. The next time, you watch this movie or see such a man on the streets, look him in the eye and call him "JERK"! I'm suddenly glad, my airen isn't such.