Remember That DBS Song Commercial?

A simple DBS commercial aired in 1999 that struck every Singaporean's heart just because of a song.

A song from an unpopular band called LMNT.

The commercial was such a hit that every one looked forward to it everytime it went on air and I remember my family would called out on each other if it went on and we would frantically ran to the TV from which ever part of the house we were from.

And if either of us happen to be in the toilet, we will sigh in dissapointment and if the TV is nearby, we will request to increase the volume.

Yes, we were mad about the song.
I also remember memorizing the song and sang every moment I can.

Well, out of nowhere, the commercial and song came into my head. Thus this blog and VIDEO!!

Nice!!

LMNT - Life is Beautiful

   

The Real Jabba The Hut (Star Wars)

I read an article from Straits Times today via twitter (@stcom)

that is so revolting!

How can he sit and not move around for TWO years?! I can barely survive a day without needing going to the toilet and lo and behold, he does not! He pee and poops right there. OMFG!

He even had maggots on his butt!!

You know what is the clincher? He has a girlfriend who comes over to give him food! There are guys who are way cleaner than him can barely get a decent date and this guy has a girlfriend. Not only that, he has a roommate.

After I cringed in horror for 5 minutes, I realized something. I strongly believe that he is actually

Jabba the Hut from Star Wars: Return of the Jedi.

Princess Leia as his slave girlfriend and his right hand man is his roommate.

Oh the resemblance.. It is so uncanny. It HAS to be true!

   

Botak Baby

Irfan has finally shaved his head since his “Cukur Rambut” ceremony.

My sis told me it was quite a hassle because they had trouble finding a barber who is brave enough to shave a baby’s head.

Luckily, they managed to find someone last night. I was told Irfan was a very good baby, he didn’t cry or panicked.

Lo and behold, the botak boy.

Picture is blurry so blame the mother! =p

I prefer him with hair though.

   

Gay Regardless What

Last night while having Chapatti dinner at Tampines, Jhon and I saw a Caucasian guy with a transsexual. Besides the obvious, they were pretty much normal doing what everyone was doing, having dinner.

But I won’t deny that I stole several quick glances at the “lady”. Anyone would right? Usually I would only glance because I want to see how “natural” they look and be usually amazed at their makeup.

So while eating my delicious Chapatti with an interesting view. It came to me.

Why men think/say they are not gay when they are having sex with a transsexual (those who have not undergone 100% of the surgery)?

Even when you go to porn sites of lady-boys, you can see their ding-dongs hanging away and isn’t it the most profound attribute of a man?

The equation is simple.

Ding-dong + ding-dong = Gay

It is just for this case, the other guy looks like a woman. It’s like a gay manipulation.

To me, no matter how much they look like a woman, think or behave like a woman and sometimes but rarely sounds like a woman, does not mean they are a woman as long as they have the prolific ding-dong.

I can stick pubic hairs on a Longan and call it Rambutan but it is still a *pause for dramatization* a LONGAN!

A man is still a man with his ding-dong and therefore the other man is gay.

So guys, no matter how much you deny the semi-disguised truth, it is obvious. So do not be pompous that you snag yourself a tranny friend. In fact, an uncomfortable but respect for he-she than you because they have the balls (pun unintended) to show to all who they really are.

   

Turning Over A New Leaf (Temporarily)

For those who are close to me, they know very well that I sometimes occasionally always have a short fuse.

I have to admit, my tolerance with certain nuisances is always thin and I can burst out into rambling nags until I cool down (which thankfully does not take that long). I guess that is one thing good about me, I cool down as fast as I get pissed.

So this week, I experienced 2 cases that were irritating but shockingly, I reacted in a very cool and calm manner which was a very weird attribute!

First Case

Jhon and I were queuing at East Point’s NTUC fast lane. That lane has 2 counters so its 1 line to 2 counters. We were tra la la queuing and suddenly an auntie wanted to cut queue! She tried to squeeze next to me and said she wanted to go to the next counter. I told her in a calm manner, “No, there is someone at the counter”

But she was so stubborn, tapping my shoulder countless of times telling me that I should move. I told her again “They are serving a customer!” and she eventually gave up.

Second Case

I was handling an Indian sub contractor and we were having communication problems for obvious reasons. I was merely telling him my work email address and it took us 5 minutes!

I told him, SPOREPILING.COM.SG and he kept repeating SPORE.COM.SG and he was the one getting upset! He started to raise his voice at me as if I am the dumb one. After I emphasized the word PILING, he went quiet and said “OOoo” and laughed.

Ooohhh huh? Surprisingly I was totally composed throughout the time consuming conversation and in fact had a smile on my face throughout.

Am I good or what?

I was sharing the stories to my mates and even they were surprised.

Unfortunately, it didn’t last long.

I was being all bitchy again 2 days later. =P

   

Irfan Anaqi’s Cukur Rambut

“Cukur Rambut” is a malay traditional way of rite of passage for babies. Depending on the parent’s budget, the ceremony could be simple (in house) or very grand where they would go all out with decorations and stage just for the baby.

A group of men will carry out a “Marhaban” where they recite prayers throughout the ceremony for the baby even as the trimming of the hair commences.

13 March 2011 was the date for Irfan’s ceremony which was held at my BIL’s parent’s house in Woodlands.

Irfan in his traditional outfit, “jubah” and “kopiah” as the ceremony had officially started. All is missing was prayer beads. =P

With his mommy who finds Irfan so cute in photos that she kept hogging and giggling at the camera and showing off to everyone. Hehehe

I love it that they look so complete in this picture.

And then time for Irfan’s first haircut. Irfan was doing great throughout, he didn’t cry or squirmed. He just gripped his grandfather’s shirt, looked around and listened to the thunderous but melodic prayers booming for him.

Snip-snip and he is done while the “Marhaban” continues.

Door gift for guests and bowl of water with Irfan’s hair trimmings.

After 3 hours, the ceremony ended and it’s time for guests to eat. Initially I thought, it would end there and then but turned out there were MANY late comers but Fizah told me is was normal. They just came to see the baby, not the actual event. =/

We spent the entire day there, exhausted especially mom but I think it was a nice and humble ceremony.

Post Note: Almost EVERYONE could not figure out that my sis is Irfan’s mother or Abg Awil’s wife. I don’t know it is a good thing or not. I mean, how does Abg Awil’s wife suppose to look like? Perhaps she should’ve worn a name tag or something. Tee hee!

   

Gaming Vs Vanity

Whenever Jhon wants to go to a gaming shop, I will always dread it. There were times I tell him that I don’t want to enter the shop and wait outside. It is not because I am not interested in video games, it was because the fact that I am crazy about them.

I am a fanatic gamer.

I don’t play hardcore games like World of Warcraft or Diablo but more light hearted action games like Dynasty Warriors etc.

The hardcore part is not the game but more to my self control. When I like a game, I will play it for hours. Many years back, I can play from 9am to 5am the next day, taking breaks just to eat and go to the toilet.

Not only that, I will play every character until it is at its maximum level and play the entire game countless of times again. I will dream and hear sounds of the game when I am not playing and when I talk to my school mates, I talk about the characters of the game.

I was young with high tolerance of body resistance and obviously don’t have much of a social life.

But those years has stopped since I grew older. Why?

Vanity

One thing, my body cannot keep up with the late nights because I am getting dark eye rings and eye bags. I hate it and as I got older, I was more self conscious about my looks. I had to control myself or stop.

The thing is, I can’t control myself. It was like an addiction so I had to refrain myself or play games that don’t require high commitment and vanity wins.

Until I bought this for my Wii a few weeks ago:

Guitar Hero BAND SET

 Inclusive of Game, drum set, guitar and microphone. *bouncing off the walls*

It was just because I was accompanying Jhon researching for price of a driving controller for his Grand Turismo and have been going in and out of shops so I kind of got my eyes on it.

Yes, the fanatical playing has begun. I had played until my arms and upper tights hurt from constant playing of the drums, I even played the pedals when I sprained both of my ankles, I had started dreaming the wonderful red, yellow, blue, green, orange circles going down the screen.

The only reasons that I managed to “control” myself it was because I have boyfriend who is very hands on so we are always out for dates, the gaming TV is off limits when there is a must-watch soccer match and the fact that I have work the next weekday.

At this point it’s more of a tie.

No doubt I when I get to play, I play like a maniac but at least on other days, I still get my beauty sleep. I hope this lasts because once in a while, I still struggle controlling my gamer side.