Thursday, August 31, 2006
Of Cars and Coke...
August is almost over and I’m posting not because I ran into Johnny Depp through some clever twist of fate and want to make you guys jealous but because I don’t want a blank month in my blog archive. :P
Yes, I’m anal like that. This blog will be two years old next month after all. So yeah, despite the fact that my uber demanding work has single-handedly ensured that I would never live life as I know it again, it’s not gonna bring this blog down dammit… >:P
My readership nay have dwindled to a point where my only visitors have been pervs on the prowl for Clemence Poesy’s nakedness or just nakedness in general but hey, that might come useful for when I decide to turn this blog into an online sex shop or something. Who knows? I might clinch Lindsay Lohan as a loyal customer. I heard she’s a major vibe connoisseur. O.o
So yeah, aside from having dinner twice in one weekend at the same hawker center with pseudo-celeb, F1 commentator Steve Slater and former racecar driver, Chris Goodwin, there’s really nothing else to write home about. The table convo was about what else? Cars. And although I can relate, there’s not much I can contribute unfortunately so I just launched into a monologue on my love affair with Coke Light instead. I blabbered at length about how I spilled a can full all over my TV set and after a cursory wipe down with a piece of cloth the TV still functioned properly! Yep, no sticky residues whatsoever. It’s miraculous stuff!
Chris feigned interest and asked about whether you can really use Coke to clean a bowl and I said yes and even lick it off after. They all gave me a curious look and I giggled like a drunk school girl hoping someone would fart to divert everyone’s attention. And what do you know? Someone did! But alas, the farting sound was just coming from my sweaty thigh plop plopping on the plastic chair. o.O How fun…
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Yes, I’m anal like that. This blog will be two years old next month after all. So yeah, despite the fact that my uber demanding work has single-handedly ensured that I would never live life as I know it again, it’s not gonna bring this blog down dammit… >:P
My readership nay have dwindled to a point where my only visitors have been pervs on the prowl for Clemence Poesy’s nakedness or just nakedness in general but hey, that might come useful for when I decide to turn this blog into an online sex shop or something. Who knows? I might clinch Lindsay Lohan as a loyal customer. I heard she’s a major vibe connoisseur. O.o
So yeah, aside from having dinner twice in one weekend at the same hawker center with pseudo-celeb, F1 commentator Steve Slater and former racecar driver, Chris Goodwin, there’s really nothing else to write home about. The table convo was about what else? Cars. And although I can relate, there’s not much I can contribute unfortunately so I just launched into a monologue on my love affair with Coke Light instead. I blabbered at length about how I spilled a can full all over my TV set and after a cursory wipe down with a piece of cloth the TV still functioned properly! Yep, no sticky residues whatsoever. It’s miraculous stuff!
Chris feigned interest and asked about whether you can really use Coke to clean a bowl and I said yes and even lick it off after. They all gave me a curious look and I giggled like a drunk school girl hoping someone would fart to divert everyone’s attention. And what do you know? Someone did! But alas, the farting sound was just coming from my sweaty thigh plop plopping on the plastic chair. o.O How fun…
