Who cares what it does since you broke my heart

In the event of a zombie outbreak, money will be worth nothing. The thought of that thrills me so. Oh, and raiding supermarkets for food supplies!

Now I need a place to hide away

When I was a little girl, I always sat around and watched my daddy play the guitar. I'd request for "Yesterday Once More" by the Carpenters but he would just do "Yesterday". Ha!

Even at such a young age, I could sense how deep his emotions were, pouring out from his lungs and through his fingertips. His nostalgia, helplessness and sadness were so plain to see.

Isn’t it amazing? How a song with such a simple structure speaks volumes.

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Finally, Kasper Schmeichel conceded his first premiership goal. And who better than Fabregas to do the job?

I ask and you smile

My Ipod went berserk again. This will be my 3rd replacement. I wonder why we pay so much money for a supposedly reputable and trustworthy brand name.

What happened was, in the fashion of a zombie attack, my Ipod had a disease at its injack hole, which infected the earphones i was using. Thinking it was my earphones that weren't working, i plugged earphones B into my Ipod, and everything was alright, for a day. The next day earphones B had the same problem as the earlier pair. The diseased Ipod infected 2 pairs of my earphones! Now the phones don't work at all, when i try to connect them to other devices.

And in the fashion of a true Singaporean, i called the Applecare Hotline to air my grievances. We shall see what they do about this.

Coming down the world turned over

My brother made me recall the title of a movie with the following description:

2 brothers living with a nerd uncle who sells Tupperware.

Me (in less than a second): Napolean Dynamite?
Him: YEAH! But i can't believe you managed with a description like that!

Disclaimer: The uncle was not selling Tupperware, if i remember correctly, but some wok and pan stuff.

People you've been before that you don't want around anymore

At one of the film screenings in Substation, I saw a short film (with a then-acquaintance Eddie) with the longest ever ending credits. It was many years ago and today I don’t remember a single thing about the film, not any scene nor the plot, only how unbelievably long its credits were! It was as though the credits were proportional to the population of its originating country.

PS: The film was from India.

I give her my heart but she wanted my soul

I have an ulcer on the right side of my cheek and it hurts like a bitch!

But don't hate her when she gets up to leave

The iron serves better for use on bread than on clothes. I watched Surreal Gourmet and almost immediately felt the urge to make that Grilled Cheese Sandwich i saw. It's really easy. You wrap your cheese and bread in butter-greased aluminium foil, then press your iron on the outside. The flat surface of the iron, the heat it produces, the aluminium foil and the butter in there creates the same effect as a griller. Isn't it amazing? You can get a fucking grilled cheese sandwich in ten minutes, without a griller in your kitchen!

I talked to my mother recently about Potong red bean ice-cream, and i suppose it got her craving for it too so she bought a box of them when she went out shopping. It came in the form of a box of 6 from King's. On the box it said "The original Potong ice-cream". Up till then i had no idea there was a Potong ice-cream war going on among ice-cream companies, all claiming to be the originator. But one look at the box i knew there was something not quite right about the ice-cream. Opened it to find the ice-cream individually wrapped in foil wrappers and held by an ice-cream stick. Disgusting ice-cream sticks that smell like wood that doctors shove down your throat to check for inflammation. As a result most of the ice-cream tasted like wood. *gags*