We serve you long time
I was having supper last week with some friends at Upper Bukit Timah.. you know that whole stretch of eating places
Having a full bladder after a few milo pengs I went to the toilet.. when I saw.. horror of horrors.. one of those locksmith stickers that advertise their services.
First thought that came to mind was already how pointless it would be to advertise in a toilet. Seriously, I don't think that many people get locked out of going out of the toilet.
Then even more bizarre is the name that reads "25 hours locksmith service". How the hell does that even work?
Honestly, if I had 25 hours in a day while everyone else had 24, I'd be way at the front of the rat race. So I thought.. well.. give them the benefit of the doubt. They were after all trying to be creative. They're willing to go round the clock......... and more!
And then as I turned... I caught a faint scribbling on the wall.. a mobile number.. with the words "We serve you long time."
Wonder if it's the same people from 25 Hours Locksmith Service.
A new record!
A new record for my computer! 4 months!
Movies
Those that I want to catch, In no particular order:
1. The Constand Gardener
2. Syriana
3. Brokeback Mountain
4. Walk The Line
5. North Country
6. Selected Movies Singapre Fringe Festival
7. I Not Stupid Too (ok this is in order of preference)
Of course, if any of you have had the time to catch up on movies and have any recommendations to make, please do.. and please say why.. thanks!!!
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Lactating Buffalo Spotted At Stratton Pub!
by DaBuffalo
Last week was a failed attempt at suntanning, primarily because there was no sun, and we went to a pool which was blocked by apartment buildings. I have nothing to say. Of course, some might say that it's just the location (Toa Payoh). I shall not speculate on that.
Today was a much better experience, and it was all done in the comfort of Stratton Pub. Of course, it looks rather retarded, especially in Singapore, to be tanning on the lawn. However, it is still better than tanning on the roof, and much much better than our previous potential exploits of tanning on the MRT.
An interesting observation was made today as well. As I flipped myself over to roast my arse, I noticed that 2 specific points on my towel were getting moist.
Tanning enthusiasts (I'm not one of them) will know that whe tanning oil is applied, somehow the body gets extremely wet, dripping with oil, sweat and all those other secretions.
However I shall cease to digress, for the topic of the compositions of tanning oil by-products can be studied by others with more time on their hands, like Butcher.
As I looked down at the moist spots, I noticed that they actually originated from my nips! Sweat and oil and grime and what not were dripping, slowly drop by drop, from my nips! I was lactating!! This is an extraordinary experience really. Now I know what it feels like to be a mother.
I pondered upon my new-found liberation from the male species, and a thought stuck me. If I were to squeeze into the freezer this very instant, stalactites would be formed!
What an extraordinary experience...
