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apparently, this one is by some chap by the name of mahir. interested parties, please click HERE.

them napkins

so. today i met a lady friend of mine up to get my grubby lil hands on this great facial product that her mother (the genius) has created - and as she was handing that precious pot of gold to me she mentioned that oh yeah, here're your napkins.

thus she passed me this pretty flower-printed eco-bag with two cubes of ..something.. inside. then it struck me: those were packs of well, napkins* she had bought for me some days earlier!

what's special about these napkins is that they come with silver nano technology (top most layer), far infra-red rays and negative ions (second layer) followed by er, several layers of cottony absorbers, super absorbent polymer, ultra (not just transpiring, but ultra) transpiring membrane - whatever that means. (postscript: it translates to, if you hadn't clicked on that link provided, that it is er, easy-dry)

at first glance anyone would wonder why the hells anyone would want silver nano technology stuck near where the sun don't shine. truth be told, so did i, at first.

i supposed, when i was told about the miracle napkins, that every person would want to feel expensive once in a while and while silver can't do squat to add to the quality to whatever it is you want to add quality to - there are some who actually can tell the difference between silver and silver nano technology. luckily for us ignoramuses, there's always GOOGLE to help us out.

then there's the infrareds. hmm. sounds kinda hot and it's already humid down there without any help and we all know the conditions that best describe tropical mangrove swamps.

but i digress. google results say that INFRARED RAYS have a myriad of uses, from thermography to astronomy. so alright, i dig the silver nano. but infrared? hm.

aaanyhoos. according to my lady friend (who is not a napkin-peddler, by the way), this pack of tech completely alleviated her period pains. so its price ($5.60 for a pack of 10, gotten at a discount) is not without reason. that's coming from someone who suffers monthly discomforts - for someone (me) without much discomfort in times as such - well, why not.

what's it going to do, bite me? for all you know, its continual use may regain me my virginity.**



* the sanitary sort. some come with wings, some fly.

** okay, i kid. i'm actually quite excited about this product. ;)

week

the week past has zipped by, faster than a thought too fleeting to recognise. of course, i exaggerate.

i don't know why but this past week i'd been living in my own world without really meaning to, for some reason.

result?

a great deal of distracted-ness, missing to do the things i would have otherwise noticed. i felt and still feel cerebrally slow - it's a horrendously irritating feeling. like lagging internet services ( a certain lord regan would be able to testify).

like tonight. i was gaming and teamed up with this sweet-natured person in my guild (rather, she was helping me out. "teaming up" sounds more equal than it really was) and i think i - amongst other things - made her morning just slightly pricklier than normal. >_<

bad way to start any morning, i suppose.


is something bothering me, really? if there is, i can't seem to put my finger on it.

invitation

an oily acquaintance of mine called me out of the blue today to ask me if i'd like to join in his game on Labour Day (he's trying to get a group together to play dungeons and dragons). this was ow the conversation went.

Oily friend: hey xoren, i know i don't call and we only meet once a year - would you be interested to join my game?
Me: (brief pause) er.
Oily friend: i promise not to harass you too much; these guys are new lah
Me: uh, sure. tell me more though.
Oily friend: [unnecessary details]..and a girl.
Me: a girl? you mean i'm not the only girl?
Oily friend: no. there's another girl.
Me: (uppity voice) then no. i'm not the only girl there, donch want. (humph)
Oily friend: (immediately) okay i lie - you're the only girl.

strangeness

if the world only has ONE mobile phone charger, i can safely call the owner Lord of The Rings.....

dancin' robots

dancin' robots! see HERE. nice choreography! :))

mind travelling

so my mind wanders, okay? i had NOTHING to do at work, i swear.

anyhoos, i was surfing and i came upon these sites. haaha funny stuff. THIS ONE tells you about yourself, it's a little like the twelve animals of the zodiac - kinda fun. i'm a green pegasus, hey how cool's that? a green pegasus! :)

THIS OTHER ONE though is a little bit quirky... and about the bacon bra: eeeee

the impression my subconscious has

apparently, my subconscious thinks highly of junwei.

i dreamt that he had sent me a response via sms - and apparently we're talking about porn and how international porn (playboy) is "decidedly international" while local porn (playeur) is... lingerie showcases masquerading as porn.

and his sms response went something like this: "Well, not really because porn to a man is like a meaty dish complete with a good hard drenching of sauce... international magazines invariable talk about the girls, the artist taking the shots or doing the stlying, their personalities/coquettish behaviour, the magic and glamour make-up offers and its unashamed exploitation, the set... it will also include the girls' pouting at and flirting with the camera (and as in tandem, the photographer behind it) while lying about their ages, in outfits nobody'd otherwise wear. and it's brilliant if you look at it [the situation].


"the pictures are also more artistic than pornographic - artistic because the girls are treated more like sculpture than person, instead of the generic, similarly-proportioned bodies that plaster sub-standard (local) magazines.

"it's really a twirl when your body incites the shyness of the business world."


bravo.

Wednesday Mornin' 4am

i woke up this morning too early for anyone's good - 4 am - and these are my thoughts as i laid in my bed.

4:26am I woke up too early today, for some reason. too early like 4. so i cocooned myself in my blankets, hoping the cool air-conditioned er, condition would cajole my impetuous awareness into slumber. no luck. [turning and tossing occurs with some additional details and me finally giving it all up with a great big yawn - an ackowledgement that i'm bloody awake]

so i stared at the ceiling. it's not as unpleasant as one might think, considering i'm half awake, warm save my nose poking out from the geography of blankets i'm under, everything's quiet and it's not even beginning to light up outside. the sun's on its way, i understand, but don't care. not yet, anyway.

5:38am. i find that staring at the ceiling is, at this juncture, rather pleasant. of course, i may change my mind if i had someone snoring beside me while i contemplated the whitewash... then again i would probably decide to roll into the other and feign unconsciousness, searching for a cuddle and murmuring into his back. either way it is better than staring at the overhead fan because, i find, i cannot do it for long.


6:35am birds, you can afford to shut up.


6:46am thank you


6:51am to think i crouched this way and that during these few hours hoping to catch some sleep. the sun has arrived. >_<

anonymous

i keep getting anonymous phone calls lately, for some weird reason. :/

those numbers are "private" - could it be..?


..nah. it can't be.

death and taxes

wah shit! i don't know how to file taxes!

DIE LAH

secretary of the US.. ish

i attended my virgin unassisted mic-jousting session today. suffice to say, was i glad i have long arms!

as it was, mr hill (christopher) arrived at the airport to allow us members of the media to hound him a bit about the N Korea situation, how talks would be like, if they're making progress or is N Korea going to hypnotise them into giving them more time more money - again.

okay, it's not quite put that way and those were solely my words.

mr hill in person seems alright, and a friend of mine would say that he's a diplomat, not a politician - a distinction i failed to make. well, y'see, a politician more often than not are "nice guys" in demeanor, while diplomats tend to be "nice guys" in essence. of course, that's generalisation, but that's why i used phrases like "more often than not" and "tend to".

so mr hill seems alright; he seems to be the kind who has learnt the er, art of saying many things without saying anything. which means that he's probably earned his rights - "rights" - to be where he is right now. but that's a diplomat's job.

i doubt he'd be trying tricks like that with his wife. heh.


but i digress. so it was my virgin unassisted mic-jousting session at the airport today - i had no idea how heavy a 150-gram (guesstimate) audio recorder can feel at the end of your fingers when you're reaching through necks and past ears to place it as near to the speaker as possible. it gets heavier every minute; thank heavens mr hills only spoke for 18 minutes.

and i'm not the only shaky-armed around. there were others whose audio recorders trembled like mine did. hahah i wonder, if i were to do this often will i have slimmer arms? LOL

the questions women ask! XD

no, really

i don't have anything valuable to say right now.

i'm tired. worn out. hey look, there's a hole on my back, like a patch of fur missing from a cat's coat.

worn out. :'(

trip outside

well, i had decided to pop outside for a spot of education fair today, and suffice to say, i was unimpressed by the stuff they had on display. luckily for me, an angel told me about this scholarship mastercard's offering and i'd set myself at least fourteen reminders so i won't forget to call them up on monday.

i'm kidding - i only have five.


anyhoos. i had some time to burn before i got there (friend was late) so i stepped into bysi and took a look. what a look! haha

i looked, looked, looked again and twirled in it then put them dresses back, saying i'd come back for it later (giving myself time to cool off and see if the "second look" changes anything). so lunch, banter and minor walking at the fair ensued and i dragged my hapless male friend (who wants to do fashion design, by the way) to go "look at dresses" with me.

i can't understand why straight men want to do fashion design. hm. maybe he's... no. he can't be.

it might be that he gets to measure, then. -cough-

well, this coming from someone who insists that he's got his whole life mapped out and is missing only ONE ingredient: a rich tai-tai? lol

he cracks me up, this guy. he can be my best girlfriend any time. after he sends in an application form, i mean.


right. so. thanks to two unforgettable fights that happened in a single shopping trip and therefore having learnt the fine art of asking for the mens' opinion whenever you're out shopping with them - i asked Hapless Male Friend for his opinions. who kindly and patiently obliged. i thought that was really nice of him. to be fair, though, i did lend him my free weekend newpaper to read while i did the necessary.

mmmmmmm i remember a time when i was shopping with -


hm. ah, reminiscence can go stare at itself in the last changing room - for now, hello pretty dresses! :)))

the burger guy

this guy's passion is burgers. i'm serious!

sensei

trading

and yes, i've come back to trading, after all the pussy-footing, finding my feet. i'm going to learn how to trade, proper.

whaddya know, this position is wonderful!

conversation

Me: oh my gosh, how long's it been?? five, six - years??
Him: yeah, more than two lifetimes! (rolls eyes, grinning)
Me: goodness, really??

[lots of catching-up chatter ensues]

Me: so... wait. i have a politically-incorrect question. are you straight?
Him: no. i'm tri-sexual.
Me: [rapid-fire blinks]
Him: means everything also try once.

the red stream

the red stream is here. it's making me droop around the edges - what i hope outsiders will see as the pretty draping effect of a flower.

but meanwhile, i am having none of the blemishes i so often sport back then.


yeaa, life is good to me!