Sour Mangoes Rock My Tastebuds

Bought a packet of sour mangoes after lunch the other day. As i started devouring it while catching up on blogs and celebrity gossip on the computer, i noticed a tiny piece of mango. It was weird because Fruit Aunty usually cuts the mangoes into long thin stripes. My first instinct was, "Eat tiny mango first before proceeding to 'normal' mangoes. Must eliminate odd one out."

So i poked it with the stick but somehow, the stick couldn't go through.

Thinking that tiny mango may have gotten in between a layer of the plastic packet, i tried to move it around. Then it hit me. No wonder i couldn't pick at tiny mango...

Tiny mango was my yellow-painted nail! In my defense, the colour was kinda same, okay?

Lesson Learnt

Yesterday night, i got drunk. Not just tipsy but drunk drunk. It was the worst night out of my life.

I had on an awesome dress but instead of rocking the night away, i downed one too many tequila shots while confidently thinking that i would only get tipsy at best. Well apparently, i was very wrong. The last thing i remembered clearly was waiting on the couch with Joyce while Karen helped a drunk Victor to the toilet. Then the next thing i knew, i had fallen asleep and was being dragged to the toilet where i fell and gave myself a bruise on the knee.

I couldn't walk without someone helping me to. One stupid staff member tried to touch me while helping me. Thank God i wasn't that much of a goner and managed to push his hand away. I vaguely remember being carried into a car, puking outside the car and hearing Karen tell Sidney that my phone is lost. Great. Adding salt to injury.

I couldn't go home looking like a wreck so i crashed at Karen's place instead. And when i woke up, millions of thoughts flooded my mind, mostly concerning the sounding that i was about to face at home. Got drunk, didn't sleep at home, lost my phone - it was going to be one heck of a sounding and well, i can only blame myself.

I am NEVER going to get drunk again. So many disgraceful incidents - being carried out of a pub in full view of hot kuai los is not sexy. I am so ashamed, and knowing that Karen and Sidney had to bust their asses helping me worsens the guilt. Thank you and so sorry guys. This is the first and last time.

Peek-A-Boo

Ohmigosh, why are these dresses so gorgeous?!? Topshop Malaysia, please please please carry them in your stores and sell them at prices that i can afford!

One Woman's Fragrance Is Another's Stink

I am not much of a perfume fan. Except for my Elizabeth Arden Green Tea one, all perfumes in my room are either gifts, samples or my mother's. Instead, i prefer lotions because in addition to smelling nice, they moisturise my skin.

Before i go on, you should know that my friends tend to think that i have a wonky sense of smell. They think my Body Shop Grapefruit lotion is smelly. Okay, maybe citrus isn't their cup of tea. So i put on an Anna Sui lotion that i thought smelled sweet, girly and 'safe' for my friends' noses. Lo and behold, they didn't like it too.

Before heading out with Joyce and Karen a few evenings back, i slapped on my current fave: Body Shop's Satsuma Body Butter. It smells fruity and makes me feel as if i just spent an hour soaking in orange juice. So as i hopped into Joyce's car, i made them smell my hands, feeling rather confidently that this time, they would approve of the smell. I mean, it's orange. You can't go wrong with orange! And just what was the responses i received? Karen didn't like it and Joyce said i smelled like a taxi.

Say what?

New Year, New Surroundings

Because CNY eve at home is equivalent to noisy get-no-sleep firecrackers night, we tried something different this Rabbit year - we packed our bags (and Zipper's toys) and headed to somewhere more quiet to spend the night.

And i'm not kidding when i say the place is quiet. It is so far away from the city that cows take their morning walk along the roads!







A phrase that i hold dear to my heart. Home is family and family (all my awesome extended family included!) is love. And when you have love, all is good.

You No Vajayjay! Out!

The next time you take the KTM, hop on the middle coach. But only if you're a woman - or at least look like one - because if you're not, female passengers in the coach will likely stare at you as if you've just committed a crime, while more daring ones will snap at you and go 'Ladies only!'.

Some time ago, the management at KTM decided to implement a ladies-only coach for the safety of the fairer sex. Sure, it does create a more comfortable environment because getting squashed together with a bunch of shes feels better than getting the lower half of your body jammed next to a male stranger's but is it really safer?

I've read comments in newspapers where women complain about men passengers infiltrating the coach. I've spoken to female friends who love this KTM thingamajig.

I think it's selfish.

Yes, i am a woman and you can call me a bitch for siding with the other side but i reckon the move is very unfair. There are three coaches and now that one is off-limits to men, that means they've got lesser space, lesser opportunities to board the train during rush hour. If ladies get a coach to themselves, shouldn't men get one too? And what about women in non-ladies coach? Shouldn't they be ordered to use the special coach?

I use the ladies coach when i cannot get into the other two coaches. I use it on days when i'm wearing ugly outfits that i don't want the men to see me in (oh shut up, you know you dress up to look good for the opposite sex). But do i really need it? Of course not. On any other occassions, i try to avoid the ladies coach because i don't support the idea at all. But by doing so, i'm also taking up space for male passengers. And i don't like being in this predicament.

Honestly, i think many of the "But it's safer" talk is bullshit. Oh come on. Some of the females know that they love the ladies coach simply because it's emptier. It's so annoying to see the female coach empty when the rest of the passengers *cough* men *cough* have to stuff themselves into the other coaches. It's ridiculous. Plus, it isn't all that safer. Females can pick pockets too! And if you've actually taken the KTM, you'll know that many of these females are fucking rude...worse than the men!