chivalry and chauvinism

I was watching this current affairs program on the tele whilst making a decision as to where I should head over for dinner. this current episode had a scope on chivalry and how it is a dying habit that many Australian men do not exhibit towards their female counterparts.

happy chinese new year

happy chinese new year folks.

balderdash!

I’m done with work. I’m done with work. I’m done with work. I don’t know but I just can’t help, repeating myself. repeating myself. repeating myself.

of banana cake and kim-chi gae

Roger thinks I’m having too much Korean food in the span of three weeks. my question is, can there be such a thing as enough food for me? doubt it… unless I’m stuffed and chucking as a result of over-eating, which will be a tad bit too extreme. we probably need to explore new food avenues, though. Carnegie’s becoming a tad bit too… travelled upon?

talking cock you say?

shameless plug, but click here if you want to see what talking cock means.

gee, Batman!

that was meant to be a replacement to “no shit, Sherlock.” but somehow, I feel that it’s lacking the sarcasm, and the smoothness of how ns,s rolls off the tongue. Roger thinks g,B! is more up to date and conventional, seeing how Sherlock was a character from years before. but what he doesn’t realise is the Boy Wonder who says this was decked out in yellow and green spandex, and that the had bulges in all the wrong places. plus comical signs meant to depict somebody getting punched.

holy smoking crap!

this is going to be a post to rant and bitch about uni life. it may make the people who are currently employed/unemployed/doing post-graduate work/bumming offended. if so, please, stay away from this post. like the plague.

of wedges and sour cream

I’m sitting in the MUISS lounge right now, typing this entry out whilst eating some potatoe wedges that I got from the Meeting Point cafe.

uh oh

I wanted to put a hyphen in between the two words, but I realised that it could be misinterpreted as me promoting a porn site. something like 98.7’s website without the .sg brings you to another TOTALLY different page, in terms of genre and material being published.

do do do do. you’re entering the twilight zone.

I saw the above mentioned on some sort of packaging for Trampoline Gelati.