elements beneath the sky...

Owning 2 masks - featuring my true self & the other self... I've drifted from the normal path. Juz some thoughts, opinions, complaints, gossips, bullshits... beneath the boundaryless sky that we share.

Name:

I am... by my own standards... a simple, sincere, average-looking scopio who can be both quiet and crazy; one who needs time to warm up to people; a homebody; sometimes impatient and stubborn, and erm, a mech engineer who doesn't look and sound like one.

Monday, October 31, 2005

Want a smile... look here...

A cute soft toy can drive away unhappiness and frustrations but it doesn’t work for everyone I know (some guys just don’t like cute stuff).


This is Xiao-Q (named by Xi)
(Has this cute little turtle put a smile on your face?)

Looking forward...

I thought only Xian would be so obsessed with new releases (for him, it’s games). I didn’t know I’m also looking forward to Jay Chou’s November’s Chopin (十一月的萧邦) CD so much that I actually went to do a pre-order. I thought that if I’m going to pay for the Singapore version (which is more expensive than the ‘parallel imports’), I might as well be part of the crowd that gets to listen to his CD on the release date itself. Looking forward to the public holiday and the collection tomorrow... digged out my pre-order slip...


Part of my pre-order slip

Ah boy asked me to hide the CD after purchase... else it will usually disappear to Xixi's place... haha ;p

Friday, October 28, 2005

yum yum...

I love the seafood rice burger…


… the “fat fat” or “thick thick” (whichever way u calls it) fries…


… and most importantly, the iced milk tea is a must-have when I go to MOS Burger.


… for those less observant, did you notice a little sun and a cute bird drawing on the cup design?

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Sometimes

Sometimes the things that happen do not usually go the way you think/feel it should be and do not end up the way you plan it to be.

Sometimes many things appear simplistic but are actually full of complexities. Only the people who do it know… those who only know how to talk do not.

Sometimes a car available but you cannot drive it (no insurance coverage). Unless you are prepared to pay when mishaps occur *choy*. Funnie… that time mL drove Jac’s car and Jac says no problem (Jac says car is covered by insurance – issit? I thought need to specify exactly who drive. Hmm...).


Sometimes getting a shared car between two or more parties is not a very good idea (unless you have all the usage and payment agreed upon and willing to do some compromise on unexpected moments/occasions). cM and his bro had usage patterns that nicely complement each other but the two bros I know do not – it usually ends up with one party calling the other… I wonder if a storm is looming near.

Ordinary Birthday

I don't feel any special about my b'day... not sure why. I'm happy (because I'm 'BIG' on my b'day - anything I say also counts ;p) but I just don't feel the specialness of this day.
[My initial plan was to spend this day overseas but it somehow didn't materialize - so another day in Singapore is just another ordinary day to me...]

During schooling, my b'day always clashed with exams (so usually everyone is too busy cramming information into their brain and have no time for this celebration nonsense). And now that I'm older, eating out is such a norm that I almost have no feel that I'm actually eating at some nice places to celebrate my b'day (with the exception that I definitely do not have to pay for anything I order)... chong qing hot pot buffet, korean bbq, etc... and even aft my b'day over... I still have unclaimed Geylang frog leg porridge fr "zhuzhu", and another promised dinner from KP... [need to have these feasts spread out a little... my stomach needs to rest].

As usual, received birthday wishes through sms, mms, and msn... and I realized some people just don't remember my birthday (not that I remember theirs... hahah). Oh yah, and now I have: snoozing partner (soft toy lah), t-shirt, Doraemon fan (more like a toy), CD, Bvlgari - Omnia Crystalline perfume (great fragrance & bottle), and my k750i was upgraded to 1GB that allows more mp3, photos, videos in it, b'dae card, cute doggie wrist rest... and of course, not to forget those meals already in my stomach (eh, should be out already)... and those not yet in...


Unique & nice bottle right?

Usually I celebrate the birthdays of others but I haven't really celebrated mine (I mean in an extraordinary way)... next yr, I'll make sure I do it overseas.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Stucked in massive traffic jam

What to do during a massive traffic jam along KJE on 25th Oct…
*snap snap snap using my k750i lor*…
Just realized the date coincides nicely with the time – this is an indication that I should get 4D this weekend ;p Eh, u don't buy huh (wait too many pple buy I can't buy in...)



Sometimes all it needs is one brave champion to drive the guts out of other hesitating souls. One zoomed past us…



… and suddenly there was a whole line of car zooming past us along the expressway shoulders…



… one kiasee driver who got the guts to drive along the shoulders but dared not proceed further (and no kind souls would let him jump queue)…
this is one very clear shot cos everyone was stationary (sob sob, not moving).



… and because we are the kiasee lot, so we are still stuck in the jam long enough (but frankly I don't feel it cos I'm busy snapping away). Guess what happen…



Road works lah (probably to widen the expressway)… three lanes down to one lane…
but why not in the middle of the night...

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Passport Photo Taking

If you don’t want to be treated as a cabbage (cai tao) and be “tok” (taken advantage of) and pay something like $8 for 6 passport-sized photos, I suggest you take your own. For $0.40-$0.50, you can have up to 8 passport-sized photos in a 4R print-out. Most people find it a chore but I beg to defer. You see… the photographer near my place screwed up my passport photo on two separate occasions (this photographer cannot make it). Plus, she always pissed me off by insisting that I clipped-up my fringe when it’s obviously not obstructing my facial features. So what if I let my fringe down? I purposely like it this way and I shall take it my way and submit it as it is… fyi, it’s not rejected…

Seriously, there’s a number of advantages:
1) Can take as many as you like and choose the one that you like best.
2) Can do a little bit of touch-up. Eh, no adjustments to facial features – e.g. cannot remove moles, etc. However, no one can stop you from removing pimples (if u don't know how, don't do it u cos u don't want to find a "patch" on ur face... hahah ;p), performing some post-processing (keke ;p)…
3) Cheap and can reproduce as many as you like.

Things to take note of:
1) Refer to
ICA Passport Photo Basic Requirements
2)
To print passport-sized photo on 4R:
- Adjust pixel dimension of the photo that you have taken to 400 by 514 pixels with document/canvas size of 3.5cm by 4.5cm.
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Then create a new document of the size 4”x6” (4R) and paste 8 of the passport-sized images into this document (allow for a border around the edges to avoid being cropped off during printing).
- Flatten (to reduce file size if using Photoshop) and save as a jpeg file.
- Print and cut... bingo!

Friday, October 21, 2005

HDB Bluezzz...


I SEE RED!!!

wah kao... number also don't have (连号码都没有)

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Mistaken Gender Identity?

The first time I was labelled a boy was when I was spotted with short hair in a coffee shop...
"eh, ah boy uh, sio sio..." - I stared at that simpleton uncle.

There was another time when I was receiving an award for being the best student in one of the modules (luckily it's not that formal and held only in a conference room - so less people there)...
"... this award goes to Mr. So-and-so..."
"Sorry... but I'm a Miss..." (in my mind... "what the fish!")
The lecturer gave a sheepish grin and corrected the mistake...

The immigration white card that was handed to me before my recent trip to Batam has the "male" option ticked...
"Who is the moron who filled it in?"...

Today, I received an email from a nitwit staff who addressed me as Mr. ___ ...
The best part is... she has met me before. So forgetful.

I don't think I'll ever regret spending $140 to add a first name... to make my overall name not only more noble but more feminine as well.
The lazy me has not gone to change my IC... the law allows for 27 days of lazing around and the last (28th) day to execute the legal change.

Monday, October 17, 2005

There's this person...

There's this person who knows how to put in the contact lens but don't know how to take it out (need another person to help get it out)... haha...

There's this person who always think that he's super handsome. He's definitely not. Xixi once asked me "这是谁的老爸huh?" (he's whose father?) when I showed her a group class outing photo... I laughed so hard until I almost fell off my chair...

There's a person who don't know what is "Raining Cats & Dogs" until I explained... ;p

There's a person who has the tendency to vent her anger to those person close and dear to her...

Cable ski... Shiok!

Had a go at cable ski last weekend and I'm now aching all over. Unless you are good at picking it up, be prepared for lots of what they call - "roti prata" (almost equivalent to the action of being flipped and slammed onto the hard surface)… not so scary though… just smashed into the water that’s all – no big deal… with perhaps some water into your nose or mouth ;p. I probably never opened my mouth, so water went into my nose instead (at least I didn’t get to taste the “don’t-know-what’s-inside” water unlike some others I know). The consolation for those who fell into the water at points relatively far off from the starting point… you get to have a free ride on the scooter… yup, the scooter will bring you back to the starting point.

Pong is good – impressed. He did so much better than most of us. Kneeboard – he could, at one go, complete three rounds when most of us could only manage 4/5 of one round before we “thom” into the water. See the difference. For wakeboard, he can complete one whole round when I only manage up to half round before I tumble (I think I’m just not gifted but luckily I had the perseverance to keep trying – I’m still satisfied with my little achievement).


Unfortunately, not everyone could do it at the end of the day… a bit of “chiu ka na kar, kar ka na chiu” (don’t scold me cos’ I was not the one who said this – one of the joker who didn’t make it said so). (Eh, if u haven’t done it, don’t laugh cos u may be worse off… kekek ;p). In order to do it, u simply need to grasp the idea of tucking in & locking your hands for that split seconds where you will feel the tension & sudden jerk, lean back (must always remember this, else you will fall face flat into the water before you can even take off), and allow the cable to pull you (and not the other way round), and balance… no matter how much it’s said, ultimately you just need to try to find out how to do it.

In short… it’s thrilling and challenging. The feeling of moving on the water surface is simply indescribable. Shiok. I’ll definitely be back for more…


For those who's interested... u can visit this website: www.cable-ski.com



Thursday, October 13, 2005

First present...



This is the first b'dae present I receive... cute right?

I changed my name...

My friends know me by “different name” at different stage of my life… (i) hanyu pinyin name, (ii) dialect name, and (iii) English name… oh my god… so much so that I had to sign off with all three names when I mass-mailed my new hp number to the whole contact list. Hanyu pinyin & dialect names are the official ones… English name is the unofficial one. Should I or should I not make it official? Contemplated but procrastinated… and finally, I went down to the law firm to sign the deed poll to have an English name added as my first name. I don’t think this is anything new or surprising about… I still retain whatever name I have… I am still the same old me.

Legal change of name…
To reflect a noble me… (meaning of my English name according to one website).

It was a simple procedure: Submit my request via email, and then arrange a time to go down to the law firm to sign. Full-stop? Neh… The troublesome part is what comes thereafter. I still need to have my IC changed, need to inform this and that authorities, institution, banks, etc…

Not too long ago, I changed my blog’s name for free.
Now I change my name for a fee.

I mean there’s a standard template for the deed poll, so adding our name here and there and printing it probably will take less than five minutes. Signing in front of the lawyer definitely takes less than five minutes. Wow, less than 10 minutes of work earns them $80. Easy money.

Next step is to go and take a nice passport-sized photo (maybe I take my own… can take 1,001 and choose the nicest… ;p) and not screwed up my IC. Changing IC requires another $60… so there goes my $140 for a simple name change.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Very inconsiderate neighbours

Sometimes living with inconsiderate neighbours (I no longer relate myself with them) can make one real frustrated and mad.

Imagine one who turn one area into a made-do incineration plant and happily contribute to air pollution by not disposing dry leaves (even some rubbish) but burning them instead. You see, they say they don’t feel/smell anything when we complained (what the fish!!!) but they never thought about those living upstairs? The latter will suffer incredibly on a damned hot day in addition to their kind contribution of suffocating burning smell that rises together with hot air. Maybe I should bring out my brother’s water pressure gun that’s collecting dust in the storeroom… and squirt at it next time! I may even lodge a complaint to the authorities. Please don’t test my patience (especially so when I have a very sensitive nose and a blocked one that’s functioning at less than 80% efficiency).

Imagine one who literally leaves (maybe the word 'throws' would be more appropriate) her stuff around and near your door so much so that you have difficulty opening your door without knocking into those things that are lying around. Well… well… if they are so unimportant, maybe I should take this opportunity to practice my goal-kicking skills and my basket-ball aiming skills (get what I mean!).

Imagine one who knows how to grow this and that trees but don’t know how to maintain… If not for the secret trimmings, the tree branches and leaves would have been part of our interior design.

Imagine one who grows a large pot of plant (this one comes with thorns) and places it so very close to the driveway that will potentially cause free temporary “line tattoos” on the unwary residents (who had to get pass a narrow passage between the parked car and the thorny plant), and threaten to leave unsightly scars on the cars if they are parked too close to it. There was once when I got a “scratch” on my arms that made me so mad that I bent some parts of the plant (I didn’t kill it… keke… poor plant… but who asked you have such an irritable owner who thinks that the whole damned place belonged to her).

Imagine one who almost got our whole house burnt down… she just left the stewing of meat (probably will take a few hours) unattended and went out thinking that it is safe. If not for my mum who smelled something wrong... Wah lao eh… and we had to get another person to be our witness so that she won’t accuse us of one thing or another when all we wanted to do is to stop the cooking of the dry meat in the pot. Idiot.

Imagine one who only knows how to talk and accuse… yesterday evening my dad accidentally reversed and run over a black cat that didn’t move away (evening and black probably doesn’t have much contrast). I think this black cat is sick because the night before, I had to get out of car to direct it away from my path – they just sit in their living room and watch (wonderfool, thxs huh!). You see when things happened – they then confronted my dad to ask why he purposely run over the cat… what the f*** (sorrie, I’m just very angry that my dad was wrongly accused). These bastards only pretend to feel for the street cat only when it’s dead. Damned. If you really care for this cat, it should be given proper status (given a name or be allowed into your home and not addressed with the general name of “cat”), it would not be feeding on your leftovers, it would not be left to sleep in the open, it would not be left to fend for itself when it’s sick… My dad is inevitably depressed. We can’t stop those idiots from speculating and gossiping… what’s important is that it’s an accident (waiting to happen? I think they should know better). And of course, after what had happened, they only know how to exercise their eye-power...

Nice people don’t mean they don’t bite. We do if we are pushed to the limits.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Catching up & having fun...

Looks like I will be busy catching up with friends & having fun these two weeks. This time round, it seems like I have a build-up of activities in celebration of my b'day... hahah... My actual day unfortunately falls on a Wednesday (clashes again with my lesson)... and postponing is a troublesome affair.

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Last Sunday: Had a pot-luck session together with friends from a club in Uni...
Yesterday: Had dinner at The Ricetable with ex-colleagues... in time to come, it'll become an all alumni gathering... ;p
Wed: Lesson (this is the happiest lesson I've attended)...
Thur: Going down to a law firm together with reg, then go for lunch together...
Fri: Have an all-girls outing to watch the cute hunk in April Snow (cos we don't want the guys to catch us drooling)... Wait! I didn't suggest nor say this...
Sat: Go cable ski...
Next Mon: Meet a friend for dinner (Bring forward... hopefully with no MIA this time round)...
Next Wed: Lesson again...
Next Thur: Meet a friend for dinner (finally)...
Next Fri: Meet my aunt, uncle & Xi for buffet steamboat dinner... pre-b'dae celebration dinner... ;p

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Oi, have so much fun... NO NEED TO DO WORK UH???
Okie... do now... ;p

Saturday, October 08, 2005

Nervous wrecking...

This is a mentally exhausting week for me. Shacked out. I just had a presentation to a group of international audience on Friday. To be very frank, just the thought of giving a presentation already turned me into a nervous wreck. I was so busy with other things until I almost didn’t have time to prepare my slides. Panic.

I was very stressed. I worried about too many things… I somehow feel that my contents are too simple for the researchers, and too useless for the practitioners. The more I scrutinize the things I have done, the more flaws I find. I also worry about not having enough say, saying the wrong things, and audience not being able to follow what I say. What if they snipe at me during Q&A and mock over the things I have said?

I know I am not a witty and entertaining speaker. So the least I could do is to put up decent contents to speak about. I spent days to fix the flaws, to prepare my slides, and only had a few hours to rehearse what I was going to say. The pressure was immense. Yesterday morning, I realized I don’t need much breakfast. There are enough butterflies to fill my stomach. Since I worked through day and night, I sort of become a walking zombie on the actual day. Luckily my mind was quick to switch from a standby mode to a working mode (although a little on the power-saving side) during those 25 minutes.

I was nervous but not to the point of breaking down or forgetting whole segments of my talk. I did fumble. Frankly, being a perfectionist, I was a little disappointed. It definitely wasn’t my best performance but I was really glad I had done it. Yes! It was over. I stood there to answer two questions. Not difficult.

After it was over, the first assurance I got was a thumbs-up from one person I know. Then another practitioner sitting in front told me that my topic hit it head-on to what they are doing and that he had related information to share with me. Another from a consulting firm passed me his name card and requested for my slides. Then came a handshake from my sup who is sitting a row behind me. From then on, I didn’t care if everyone understood what I said… a few were enough. After that, my stomach acid begin to kill the butterflies one by one… it was a great experience.


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This time round, the preparation for this presentation was special because I didn’t discuss anything about what I was going to say with my sup. I didn’t even show him my slides. I decide to do it on my own (my sup is fine with this – maybe he trusts me… keke…). But he said I should have acknowledged a company. Oops, forgotten to do it! Actually I should also have acknowledged an organization too. Will do it the next time – if there’s a chance.

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After this event, I realized I definitely couldn't be labelled the worst speaker. There's one who spoke very slowly and sounded like a robot. There's another one who used a lot of "er" and "emm" in his speech (before that I didn't count cos I wasn't really listening... at least 20 and 37 in his last two slides when I decided to count). And I wonder if I'm the youngest person there... hmm...

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

No choice

There are work which I dislike but still have to do... no choice.
There are food which I dislike but still have to eat... no choice.
There are things which I dislike but still have to see... no choice.
There are songs which I dislike but still have to hear... no choice.
There are functions which I dislike but still have to go... no choice.
There are white lies which I dislike but still have to say... no choice.
There are sentences which I dislike but still have to read... no choice.
There are fragrances which I dislike but still have to smell... no choice.

Really no choice?
Sometimes.

Monday, October 03, 2005

My latest love rival...

My previous love rival is Rome Total War… the latest one is Rome Total War’s cousin – Barbarian Invasion Expansion:



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At the moment, there's still not much problem... usually I am still able to get his attention (I know because the naughty me did purposely get his attention to tell him unimportant things and he did respond)... hahaha...
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Yesterday I tried a go using the quick battle option. *chop chop*… I don’t have the patience to build this and recruit that.
"Like that you also can win?!?"
I didn’t know any how play also can win one.
In the process, I did send all my light cavalry swimming across the river to die. Oops!

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During the battle:
Xian: 你送你的light cavalry 去送死 uh. (You sent all your light cavalry to die)
Me: Sshhhh… don’t disturb (panic … here drop dead… there drop dead… wondering if my troops can survive the battle… as I click away…)

After the battle:
Me: Just now I send the light cavalry to trick the enemies (壮烈牺牲) and draw away their archers… my strategy good right! (Win already I want to say whatever also can… kekeke)

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This game really has superb graphics, very detailed.
Unfortunately, I still prefer racing/drifting games.

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Sushi making...

This time round, I remembered to take photos (using my cool SE K750i of course)…


Mixing in the rice vinegar.
“Eh, don’t disturb me. Go and cut up the avocado and cucumber…”


Bad news. Avocado unripe.
No one to blame cos’ it’s a case of the blind leading the blind during the purchase.
“This looks good…”
“Yup, take it…”
Lesson learnt: 厉害就好,不要假厉害.
Should have checked the Internet on how to choose avocado first.


See my first attempt at making the jellyfish fried beancurd sushi (kurage inari zushi).
My hands are dirty… else you should have seen someone’s negative demonstration.
(Imagine stuffing it with lots of rice to the brim until fat fat… and adding only a few strands of jellyfish) LOL


And many sushi… still uncut…

Saturday, October 01, 2005

Good ole childhood days…

This post is inspired by a chat with someone I know about the games that we play, the things that we eat/buy during our innocent, playful, memorable childhood days...

HAPPY CHILDREN'S DAY!
(I believe there's always a child in everyone of us)

The Play Thing (in primary school)
1. One-Leg ("tok kar")
Ah, this is my all-time favourite. I was among the highly sort-after team member for this game. No joke. I also remember the “Long Chiam Pas” and “Oh Ah Peh Ah Som” that we used to split us up into opposing teams. Particularly loved the challenge from other classes.
2. Catching, Police-and-Thief, Hide and Seek (“be-be”)… are some other games we played if we are really sick of One-Leg.
3. Pepsi-Cola One-Two-Three
Love stepping on the shoes of those proud ("hao lian") guys. Best part: Need not apologize for that.
4. Hopscotch (跳飞机)
The school banned us from using chalk to draw boxes and boxes all over the school compound and designated one area with only two painted hopscotches – helping to cultivate the ever-famous “chop place” practice.
5. Zero-point
Two people will hold a rope made of rubber bands at gradually increasing heights (from ankle, to knee, to waist-level, to armpit, shoulder, ear, head, above head with hand fully extended) for the opposing team members to jump over. Many a times, I was deemed not tall enough to hold the rope.
6. Five Stones
Home made. Filled with green beans. Erm, sometimes my eyes, hand coordination skills are just not steady enough – they seemed to fumble at the most critical moments.
7. Rubber
When I was in primary five, the “rubber/eraser” game becomes popular and every one of us brings quite a number of rubbers (or erasers) to school. Use your thumb or fingers to flip your rubber piece until it lies on top of your competitor’s rubber piece and you win your competitor’s rubber. Yah lah, play play play lah… play until our form teacher cannot tahan (tolerate) and made those who play in class hold ears stand-squat 20 times in class.
Haha… those were the days.

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The Play Thing (after school with my cousins)
After school, I go to my grandfather’s place – in Jln Ulu Sembawang – you can relate it to a kampong area if you like… I think I play much more than I study.

8. Catch Spiders
The spiders that I caught seemed to have slight resemblence of me – KiaSee one. ;p Made me lose 8 out of 10 times in the spider fights. I must add that mine isn’t those lousy ghost species…
9. Catch Grasshoppers, Tadpoles, Dragonflies
Just for fun.
Once one of my cousin made a kite out of a dragonfly (you go figure it out how). Evil.
The adults forbid us from catching butteflies saying they may be recarnation from someone we knows... "Huh? Okie lor... like that we catch other things."
10. Play Marbles (“Go-Li”)
Place all the marbles in a circle and try to hit them out of the circle at a distance.
11. Play Cooking ("zi cha")
We got hold of a large worn-out wok that we keep aside for our "zi cha" stall. With the fine sand as salt, sugar, and pepper; large pieces of leaves as plates; grass and green leaves as leafy vegetables, stones as meats, and whatever other things we could grab hold of from the nature… btw, we also kept a knife (tsk tsk tsk) to cut things up. ;p
12. Baseball
The place is big enough for this. One piece of wood and tennis balls are all we need. Oh, the person supplying the tennis balls does not like a Home-Run hit (usually equate to lost and gone forever).
13. Others
Make our own stupid plastic-bag kites.
Organize our own trekking trips to the less-traveled paths in the ulu areas.
Shooting game using the pen barrel of ball point pen, the transparent stick holding the ink (what's this part call?), and orange peel.

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The Must Buy/Eat Thing
There’s this ma-ma shop at my grandfather’s place (again in Jln Ulu Sembawang) that my cousins and I patronized every day.

1. Whistle sweets
Looks like the polo sweets except that it’s slightly larger and in yellow, orange or green (I think).
2. Tubes of frozen ice lollies
Nibble, nibble, nibble and twist, twist, twist before the top comes off… then suck up the syrup and then finishing up the “plainer” ice thereafter.
3. Xiao Ding Dang
Contain chocolate coated biscuit balls and a
“ma-sar” (toy).
4. Yakult
Definitely not because of its beneficial probiotics… how would I understand what that L casei Shirota mean then? Not important so long as my parents voice no objection and give me money for this cold, sweet drink. ;p I love checking out underneath the peel-off lid… sometimes can exchange for toys some more if lucky.
5. Tikum
C
omes in all black packaging with the mysterious contents wrapped in newspaper. Sometimes can win money (I once won so I know – can't remember if it’s a dollar or two). My cousins and I know the shopkeeper well enough… so sometimes we pressed, pressed and pressed to guess the contents first before we buy. Hahahah…
6. Milk
“Others order, so I also order…” ;p
Sometimes I purposely don’t drink so that I can bring it home and have it chilled before I drink (cold is nicer). I think at one time, there’s this pyramid-shaped packaging milk but subsequently, they all turned cuboids.
7. Bubble gum with tattoo stick-ons
We chewed so many gums until the excess tattoo stick-ons become a nuisance… anytime (worst is when you have a nap) there could be a surprise attack that resulted in stupid tattoos at places where you don’t want it to be (face, foreheads… etc). Then you just have to scrub, scrub, and scrub until it’s super red.
8. Kaka corn snacks

9. Fruits (freshest possible - straight from trees)
Grown by my grandfather. Durians, rambutans, guava, chiku, papaya, bananas…