Ci Ling-Ling competition

Was showing the mister a picture my friend took of the Indonesian team at Cheerleading Asia International Open in Tokyo in which she was one of the judges.

Me:Wah, Indonesia sent quite a lot of team!

Him: What event is that?

Me: A cheerleading competition

Him: What?

Me: Cheerleading competition

Him: Ohh…

Then after a couple of seconds…

Him: What was that again actually? I thought I heard “Ci Ling-Ling competition”

Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Cheerleading lah!

Him: Oh! Hahahahahaha! I did’t want to ask you again coz scared it annoys you.

Btw, Ling-Ling is one of his sisters.

Giving-birth heart

Was talking to the boy on Google Hangout:

Me: Screen Shot 2014-05-06 at 3.37.29 PMthe heart has got blackheads

Him: Hahahaha it must be using a fake (facial) cream.

Screen Shot 2014-05-06 at 3.37.23 PMThis one is sweating

Me: Screen Shot 2014-05-06 at 3.37.35 PMBling bling heart

Him: Screen Shot 2014-05-06 at 3.37.31 PMThis heart is giving birth



You know work is enjoyable when you have this kind of pictures with your colleague…


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Bug-eyed Toaster!!!


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*Chipmunk voice* HAHAHAHAHAHA this one is damn epic lor! Holding this pose for 3 seconds before the timer went off feels like forever because it was soooo hard to resist not to LOL.


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Thankfully boss is still willing to let us work for the company.

Chili Crab

Was talking to Mr. Phlegmatic about the upcoming AGM (D&D) that my company may be going to this Friday.

Me: Hmm… what should I go as?

Him: Hmm… Go as Dora (as in Dora the Explorer -_-)

Me: The theme is ‘So Singapore’ lah

Him: Hmm… then go as chili crab 


Men do love teddy bears too!

One interesting article I stumbled upon on this one fine Friday in the office 🙂

Men may travel light, but some pack teddy bears

(The Frisky) — A recent study by British hotel chain Travelodge has found that 25 percent of men take teddy bears on the road with them when they travel for business. These men report that their stuffed animals remind them of home and the significant others they have to leave behind.

This is a shocking survey to many, who believe that grown men shouldn’t tote around stuffed animals, as it betrays certain masculine gender rules.

For one, men snuggle as a means to an end. Men snuggle in order to procure sex, or as payment for services rendered.

Men are also encouraged to put away childish things more than women or, at least, their toys aren’t supposed to look like toys. Women are rewarded for holding on to the innocence of youth, which comes in handy when raising a child. This is all completely ridiculous, of course.

When it comes to stuffed animals, the only difference between women and men is that women keep their dolls on their bed, and men keep them under the bed, or in my case, in a box in the back of my closet.

I still have my favorite stuffed animal from when I was a wee little lad, a tattered, well-loved doll-version of Grover from “Sesame Street.” (I always thought of him as the drunk, anorexic cousin of Cookie Monster.)

I’ve dragged this toy around with me everywhere I’ve lived. I’m not ashamed of this fact. That I own a stuffed animal doesn’t reduce the lethality of my karate death chop, or the enthusiasm with which I consume beer.

Grover is my original gangster, my last line of defense against bogeymen and bogeywomen, a powerful totem vibrating with powerful mojo.

While I don’t travel with Grover, I applaud these men who carry their stuffed animals with them on their travels. These guys risk public ridicule whenever their baggage is searched. They are committed to these sentimental tethers to their home.

And, I understand the basic manly guy reaction to this survey: Men don’t play with frou-frou toys. But most guys I know who won’t admit to having a stuffed animal have a desk adorned with action figures, which are just dolls with muscles.

If they don’t own a Wolverine figure, then at the very least they have some kind of lucky charm. Dudes are a superstitious lot. We keep and hold on to objects that make us feel secure.
I’ve known plenty of men with lucky crosses, coins, and stones. I have a friend who has a lucky 10-sided Dungeons & Dragons die. He had it in his pocket once during a car accident and he swears it saved his life. Unfortunately, it doesn’t help him at poker. (Like, ever.)

Show me a professional baseball player, and I’ll show you a million-dollar paranoid guy with a locker full of magical trinkets.

In addition to Grover, I also have various good luck charms. I have an actual cobra preserved in a bottle of rice wine a friend of mine brought back from Vietnam for me. I have multiple Edgar Allan Poe action figures, as I do love that emo-goth basket case. I also have a plastic hippo and a plastic Virgin Mary that my mother gave me when I was about to go to college.

All I can say is, my personal version of “Toy Story” would be so much more awesome than the current one. C’mon, think about it. Whenever I leave my apartment, a dead snake, a drunken poet, a Muppet and the most dangerous land animal in Africa come alive and have adventures! I’d buy all the tickets.

I imagine there are also women out there who would judge a guy for having a teddy bear. Which I sort of get, but there are more obvious signs than a stuffed toy that your new boyfriend is wearing a sagging pair of emotional diapers.

Does he pout? Does he refuse to share his desert?

But then again, gender stereotypes wouldn’t be stereotypes unless both genders conspire to maintain the status quo.

Women want a sensitive guy, but they also want lumberjacks who can cut down trees with their foreheads. But to those women who cringe at the thought that their man might be packing a Cabbage Patch Doll in his suitcase, isn’t it better they share their hotel room with a Beanie Baby rather than another woman?

As I wrote, however, I don’t travel with Grover. That blue, fuzzy monster stays packed away. He’s nothing more than a reminder that once I was knee-high. That I built forts out of couch cushions. A time when clouds made shapes expressly for my amusement and chicken nuggets were Turkish Delights, those otherworldly treats that were so delicious a brother betrayed his siblings in “The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe.”

On the odd occasion that I pull Grover from his internment, it’s as if I can hold him up to my ear like a seashell and hear the roar of the past. The sounds of little feet running down carpeted stairs, and laser gun fire, and hilarious belches.

It’s difficult to judge how far one has traveled without remembering where one began the journey.

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In case you are lazy to read, below are the story highlights:

1. 25 percent of men take teddy bears on the road with them when they travel for business

2. Men who keep stuffed animals aren’t afraid to show their sensitive side

3. And man who travels with a teddy probably won’t cheat on his significant other

Soooo, what do you think? Personally, I don’t think that men who keeps and brings his stuffed toy along is not masculine/gay/ridiculous/whatever you may think it is. Everyone deserves to have at least 1 childhood possesion/ Heck, at the age of 23 (gonna be 24 in 3 months T_T) now, I still have lots of possesions from childhood years and I love them!

From Urban Dictionary

1. A crazy, awesome, loud, lovable girl. Impossible not to be smiling when around her. She lights up the entire room when she comes in. The bestest friend you will ever have. Sometimes known as Mia or Millie.

Amelia did a crazy dance move that only she can pull off!

2. (Noun) A female who is of average height, but seems to be taller because of the large and charismatic attitude with which she goes through life. Capable of being both beautiful and adorable, extremely intelligent and extremely blonde, never values herself accurately, and has the most beautiful sky blue eyes known to mankind. Can usually be found near any large collection of music, and is a fantastic swimmer, is surprisingly strong, and generally extremely ticklish.
Clueless guy/girl: Who was that gorgeous little minx that walked by?

Knowledgeable Friend: That’s Amelia, and forget about it, she engaged to Tom. And she would still be out of you league if she wasn’t.

Clueless guy/girl: Oh, right. I should have known right away, her looking so awesome and whatnot.

3. A woman who is loud, obnoxious and rather promiscuous. she watches south park religiously and it has be known to numb her brain, evident by her lack of knowledge. believes she is funny but in actual fact, she is the only person who laughs at her jokes.
Guy 1: did you get far with that girl last nite

Guy 2: all the way, but she kept making really unfunny jokes and laughing at them herself

Guy 1: ha, such an Amelia

4. Girl who changed ZeuZbmr. She then procided to molest zeuz..
ZeuZ cannot stop thinking bout amelia

Now can somebody tell me what is the meaning of number 4?? -_-

*I left out a description that is totally inappropriate to be posted here -_-

1. Pronoun: A legendary figure who is the envy of his friends. All the ladies want to be with him, all the men want to be him.

Dave: Dude, that Benedict is so fuckin’ cool, I just want to be him.
Bill: Me too. He gave my mum a spiderman monkeyface donkeypunch combo.

2. Slang word for a condom.
(Deriving, tongue in cheek from Pope Benedict’s refusal to accept condom use as part of Catholic Doctrine)
Hey, Emily – when you are at the gas stand on the way back can be sure to get some Benedict’s. I suspect we will have a quiet night in today….

3. probably the cutest pet one can have
Females were all on me when they saw me walking my eggs benedict down the street.

4. noun: A traitor, a Judas. Also, a sell-out. Named for Benedict Arnold, America’s most infamous betrayer (during the American Revolution).
“Callin’ me Arnold, but you a Benedict/ Eazy-E saw your ass and went in it quick.” — from Ice Cube’s “No Vaseline”

5. (v) to f*** over; to betray; to mislead
That lunatic totally benedicted me

Wow! He should win the Oscar for benedicting us.

6. an aussie slang word used mainly by ‘stingray’ in neighbours which means to be a traitor.
you freakin benedict, i oughta kick your ass