March On

It's finally March!!

I can't help but get excited thinking about our impending all girls' trip to sssshhhh... (secret!!) Teeheee.. Focal Travel gave us 2 free days in (double) sssshhhhh.... (secret!!) and I've the itinerary all planned already!

So many places, so little time!

 And one really doesn't need a crystal ball to prophesize that I will in all probability (over)spend like a deranged shopaholic! I hope our dear Ross can swoop down with a wad of dough to save my helpless ass!

Maybe one day (soon), I'll lock this blog so I can finally wallow in cartharsis! Not that I have a huge following anyway!

But first...!

I will be spending a nice little overnight with my family over in Ubin. Yes, I know, this will be my 3rd trip there in 6 months. (Rolls eyes) I do like the rustic laid back vibe Ubin exudes even though finding food can be such a bitch.

So let's tug onwards! I know March will be a great month =)

Ballet Revolucion

Techno snagged free tickets to watch Ballet Revolucion over at the Esplanade so she invited me to join her.

At first, I thought it would some boring ballet but it turned out to be really enjoyable. The cuban troupe mesmerized with their engery and the accompanying live band really brought the performance to new heights. The band played a fusion of Cuban and pop songs that entertained the crowd. It was amazing how one male and female sing took turns to belt out hit after hit.

I wanna buy the OST...!

As it was the opening show, there were many VIPs dressed to the nines. Most came in suits and dresses, while Techno and I wore jeans and Tees. Haha! We also moved just under the ambassador's box a few seats away after the second song to catch the dancers at closer range. Hahaha!

I soon found my legs possessed as they shook to the infectious music!

Techno salivated at a particular dancer and we giggled she schoolgirls as she oogled and swooned over him. All the male dancers had rippling muscles that appeared to shine with their perspiration under the lights. The ladies, on the other hand, didn't look like they even broke out in a mist of sweat as they twirled and flew across the stage!

Damn.  

Carbo Craze

I've always had an unhealthy infatuation with all things potatoes ever since my childhood. Especially with Calbee potato chips! It's cheap, crisp and flavorful.

On occassion, I ddo treat myself to deli style chips like Red Rock Deli or Kettle chips but Calbee just knocks the competitor's socks with it's rocking level of comfort. I can go on and on about my love affair with Calbee!

And guess what, Watson's has brought in the same flavor and packaging of Calbee potato chips from my childhood!!! No, I'm not talking about expired food or miniature display items.

It's the Hong Kong version of Calbee's famed 'Hot & Spicy' and 'BBQ' flavors! I remember munching on the same packs of chips at the playground, where I would so stupidly bury my coins in the sandpit for 'safekeeping'. Of course, I never saw my money again but my pea brain would not comprehend that fact. Fortunately for me, there are other wildly stupid children in my neighbourhood so once in a while, I would chance upon somebody else's loot. Harhar.

Our local version just doesn't do justice to the original BBQ flavor. Bursting with a savoury meaty taste with a tinge of tartness! I LOVE IT...!! I almost slipped into depression when the local version decided to 'revamp' the original flavor. Cause our current flavor SUCKS!

However, our local hot & spicy is superb! It's spicier and loaded with hair dropping MSG, salt and flavor.

Just the way I like it...

Together with my obsession with fat canned Pringles, it's obvious this new year is really beginning to heat up, real good. And just so you should know, the thin canned Pringles taste like shit.

I'm a fat canned girl.

And if you don't know what I'm rambling about, you will never begin to understand my obsessive complusion.

And here's a peek at my scheduler for 2012... The first few months are already chock full of entries :D

Digital Phobia

I consider it a compliment when someone tells me that I look “young”. This word, I use unadulterated from the horse’s mouth.

But it gets really tiring and lame when they say it with so much shock and do a massive up-down eyeball, complete with a gaping mouth. I mean, I don’t look much younger then my actual age. I look like an adult.

And I possess the vision to see that your reaction is clearly not in proportion to the situation.

It’s as if I have a third breast hanging out of my nose, nipples for eyes and perhaps you might like to throw in 2 vaginas coiled around my neck.

You so old meh?!! Cannot tell leh…!! I thought you same age as me one lor!!

Yawns.

Tell me something new.

What’s the big deal if I happen to look young? How does my appearance affect your life? Does my age make me less likely to be your friend?

I’m really curious to know how people expect me to dress. They still laugh when I wear berms. I mean, am I supposed to wear mid calf white panty hose or some frumpy dress?

Really wanna laugh.

Age, is just a digit to state the length of time you’ve spent out from your mother’s womb. In no way does it reflect your worth, honor, intellect or the impact that you have made in this lifetime.

If you feel that only mixing with people of similar ages can foster meaningful relationships, than I’m afraid you are missing out on a whole load of possibilities. Because each person has every opportunity to impart something special into your life.

And like my taste in music, I like the variations in my list of friends.