The Nae-Nae Belt

So I finally got my nae-nae belt. In leopard print. I like.

It's amazing the difference a belt can make to a simple white dress. It enhances the waistline, and I no longer look like a puffalump in it.

Puffalump - remember those stuffed toys Fisher Price used to have? I had a rat/mouse one for Christmas sometime back in primary school. It looked like this, and I looked just like it in the white dress before I found the nae-nae belt.

Kitty Bling Bling

Got this from BFC today when I met her to pick up my advanced birthday gift.

Pretty isn't it?

BFC and Shades of Pink, thanks for the lovely white dress! (Yes, I opened the pressie already)

Now all I need is a new phone to stick the Kitty Bling Bling on, and one of those currently in-fashion nae-nae-support belts to go with the dress. Hee.

Did You Know???

that when you drink from this pack, you DO NOT have to TILT the pack? The tip of the pack works like a straw. The whole pack buckles up, and then the drink comes up through the top. Cool huh?

I just found that out today.

But I think quite a number of people knew that already. :(

$120. Rob Or Work For It?

Got woken by the barking of the dogs whilst I was asleep. Nothing unsual about that since the smaller one Barkley barks at the slightest motion of people strolling outside the house. But it was a tad weird when I checked the time and it was freaking 413am in the morning. And then Jamie joined in and they were barking for the longest time - not the usual see-passerby kinda bark.

So I decided to pop halfway (i.e. the staircase landing) down the stairs to see what was happening. Part of me expected to find someone, while the other hoped it was just a really really slow stroller passing by. But a stroll at 413am hardly seemed normal. By the time I got to the landing, the dogs had heard me coming and had stopped barking. I did a quick check around the living area. Doors and windows still closed with nothing seemingly amiss.

I headed back up to the room, but came down again to do another check. Still didn't seem like anything was amiss. So I headed back up and tried to get back to sleep. It was a bit tough, especially when the nieghbour's dog started barking.

Anyways, I eventually got to sleep, only to be awoken barely and hour later by my mum.

Mum: Where's your handbag ah?

Purples: On the chair downstairs by the telephone table.

Mum: It's not there you know. And how come your car keys were in the neighbour's house?

Purples: Huh? What car keys in the neighbour's house?

Mum: You go down and check. See where your bag is.

This was when I thought, "Shit! So there actually WAS somebody the dogs were barking at IN my house at 413 am earlier on."

I headed downstairs, to be greeted by Mr Policeman.

Mr Policeman: Mam, what colour is your handbag?

Purples: White.

Mr Policeman: Ok. It's in your neighbour's house. Can you go over to identify it and check if any item is missing?

Purples: Ok. (wondering how in the world my handbag had gotten into my neighbour's house)

I headed over and was brought to a room with items ranging from key pouches to 4D tickets strewn all over the floor! So from this mess, I identified what the farker of a burglar had taken, all the while praying that he had NOT taken my identity card and credit cards. That would have had been total trouble and inconvenience.

After analysing the scene, here's what we found:
- $80 missing from my wallet
- $40 missing from my neighbour's trouser pocket
- no fingerprints from both houses
- an improvised hook (made from a bamboo pole, a clothes hanger and some string) which he had used to hook his catch from my neighbour's house
- an unlocked window through which he probably slipped his hand to steal my handbag

The hook he had made was quite amazing. He must have intruded into my neighbour's place when he realised my dogs wouldn't stop barking. And he must have spent quite a bit of time there making his hook. So I reached for my camera to take a picture of the hook so that I could blog it... and guess what? I relised that the farker had taken my camera too!

He's a real ass. I sure am glad he only got away with $120.

$120 cash. Was it really worth the trouble, Farker?

I could be praying that your fingers mysteriously disintergrate, or that you meet a rotweiler crossed with a pitbull who robs you of your manhood in your next burglary attempt. But no, I shall be praying that you intelligently decide to get a proper job so that you don't have to rob. A decent job that pays you $121 a month.

Jamie and Barkley, you get new treats for a job well done!

Fishmongering

In the course of work, we come across some nice people, some not-so-nice people, some extra-careful-till-it-irritates you kind of people, the call-you-a-dozen-times-in-twelve-minutes kind of people, and the list goes on. In my line of work, one of the worst kinds of people you can encounter must be the bargaining fishmongers. And most of the time, they are the in-betweens, if you know what I mean. And then you get conversations like these... ...

(An excerpt from Digital Curls' conversation with the Fishmonger)

Fishmonger: How much this one?

Digital Curls: $5,000

Fishmonger: Aiyah. That one is standard one la. Can gimme better or not?

Digital Curls: This is really the best deal already.

Fishmonger: Then for the other one, what is the best you can gimme?

Digital Curls: We can work on a 40% bonus.

Fishmonger: Har? That one everybody also get one what! Cheaper la!

Digital Curls: That is really an extremely good package already.

(Now, the Fishmonger decides to switch to a mix of dialect and Mandarin.)

Fishmonger: Aiyah! Zui hao shi ta men bu yao gen ni mai. Zhe me "ngiao ji" (Translation: Aiyah! The best is they don't buy from you. So stingy)

Digital Curls: *speechless*

Frankly, I think Digital Curls would have loved to rebutt back, but in all professionalism, and in her efforts not to degrade herself to the Fishmonger's level, she keeps mum.

My thoughts were proven right in an SMS exchange with her later that evening.

Purples: Enjoy your dinner Ms Ngiao Ji!

Digital Curls: Ha! Don't be na beh!

BFC's Incomplete Birthday Cake.

This is the first time in my entire life (and probably the only time) I will ever witness such a birthday cake. It was eaten even before the candles were blown, birthday wish made, and the cake cut!

All because BFC had a tiff with her mister, The Idol, and decided to take it out on part of his birthday gift to her - the cake. So on her birthday morning, BFC decides that she would cut a slice of the cake.

(Later that same morning...)

BFC: I was so angry, I cut a slice of the cake and ate it already!

The Idol: Don't believe la.

BFC: Really. You go check.

So The Idol checks on the cake and gasps, "I can't believe you really ate it!"

That's how after dinner that night, whilst watching the finals of the ASEAN cup between Thailand and Singapore, we ended up singing "Happy Birthday" to BFC with this cake.

I mean, I've seen people use a slice of a cake in celebration, but not a whole cake with a slice missing! I really have got champion friends. But I so love them for the unexpected, crazy things they do.

Happy 29th BFC!

The Real Stuff

After the herbivorous meal last evening, I had the real carnivorous stuff this evening At Robertson Walk with YJ and Shades of Pink.

YJ's Hambugu Bento ... absolutely yummy!

Shades Ebi Fry Bento. Too prawny for me.

My Teriyaki Chicken Bento. Good, save for the rubber slug.

We ended off with a bottle of dessert wine. This place (I didn't take note of its name) is really cool. You order wine from them, and you can order your dinner from any of the surrounding restaurants.

We even had the company of Goldie! I think he's a regular there cos all the diners there seem to know him!