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1.  Implementing our company’s new “Animal Welfare Policy” which prohibits certain inhumane treatment of animals used in our products. For example, we forbid the use of feathers plucked from live birds and any material derived from any domesticated or “feral” dogs and cats. I had to google “feral” because I am not familiar with this word and I found out that it is the exact opposite of

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Yesterday was the first time in weeks I managed to get out of the office before dark. That also explain why I haven’t been blogging. I have been neck deep in a very complex case at work involving China. China is not in my portfolio but I got sucked into it because I happen to be holidaying near China when that case started so I was called to attend to it (yes, I have to work during my holiday -

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My dad is a doctor. Ok, in this time and age, I should be clearer – my dad is a western doctor. As a kid, I have never gone to a clinic whenever I’m sick. I just need to wait for dad to come home and tell me what to do. My mum, on the other hand, is a huge believer of eastern medicine or what they call these days, “TCM” (traditional Chinese medicine). As we all know, eastern and western

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What is your first thought when you see the above ad? Do you see a  young actress resting in between filming of takes for a movie (presumably a movie that involves trains) OR do you see a crying teenager trying to get herself run over by a train? The former is the interpretation of Prada, the commissioner of the above ad, and  the latter is the interpretation of the UK Advertising Standards

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I have never, in my life, bought a hard drive before. In fact, up to a week ago, I have no idea what it is about and what is it for. You see, I don’t even own a computer (I am serious!). The only computer I ever own was an old school laptop (one of those that weigh a ton and looks like a box) given to me by my dad back in 1997 when I first went to law school. During its shelf life, that laptop

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It has been more than a month since the birth of her adorable baby girl and she has not post a single picture on Facebook. Neither did my brother-in-law. In fact, she was completely silent on Facebook about her pregnancy. Not because she was keeping it a secret but because she was too busy – being pregnant, that is. Her only Facebook updates those 9 months were about how her computer fucked up,

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It's a little past 6am and I'm bleary-eyed and floppy-tailed at Changi Airport. The flight was comfy but the SQ girl is charge of my cabin was kind of a doofus. She keeps waking me up to ask me questions about my comfort. "Miss Frou, do u want to drink?". "Miss Frou, do you want to eat?". "Miss Frou, do you want to pang sai?". Not only that, she will stand there with that doofus face until l wake

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Yesterday was a public holiday so we had a 3-day weekend.  This is what I ended up doing: 1. Ate a big 'celebratory' bowl of ramen from Tao Ippudo on Friday night to start off the weekend 2. Plan logistics to go attend Faye Wong concert in KL on Sunday 3. Fret about the logistics to attend Faye Wong concert in KL on Sunday 4. Decide against going Faye Wong concert in KL on Sunday because of the

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I am working from Starbucks this afternoon because my maid is around and I had to get out of her hair. Well, it’s not exactly that I had to, but more of I wanted to. She seems fine with me being in the house but at some point, she was cleaning AROUND me. I was sitting in my ‘home office’ area and she was dusting my printer, my chair, my work table… I am actually surprised she didn’t stick her

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 I just want to say that I am super impressed with Cathay Pacific's Boeing 747 plane I took last Sunday. It was by far, the most comfortable economy class I have ever taken - and trust me, I am super cheapskate so I have sat in a lot of them. First of all, it's a big plane so it has a larger capacity. I don't have the exact specs but it runs up to over 60 + rows of seats; with 3 x 4 x 3 seats in

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Guess what? I am still filling up that visa application form for India coz I couldn't get through it in one sitting. It gets more and more interesting. I have to list out my "visible identifying marks" (Birth marks? Moles? Physical deformities? Tattoos?). Also, under "Education", there is an option for "Illiterate". (Question: how does an illiterate fill up the form?). It also asks for the

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Frou: So, are you going to change your travel plans to Bangkok now that it is flooded? Toe: I don't know! Frou: Does your flight fare allow you to make changes due to force majeure? Toe: Are you speaking latin to me? Frou: Mutatis mutandis.....habeas corpus....quid pro quo. Am I sexy or what? Toe: Teenage mutant ninja turtles Frou: You are an alibaba. Toe: Are we are meeting for dinner? Frou:

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My office is going under renovation and all of us have been asked to work from home this month. I am typing this from my new "home office" - set up from stuff I "stole" from work last Friday. Well, it wasn't exactly stealing - I was openly dragging office furniture and supplies into my car. Colleagues asked me whether I'm literally taking my office home with me. Well, I had to because I live in

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1. Jersey Shore I picked up Season 1 from my JB DVD shop because the stuff I want are not here yet (i.e. Nikita, The Good Wife, Big Bang Theory...) so I thought I'll watch something mindless in the meantime. After watching 2 episodes, I conclude that it is not only mindless, but you actually kill more brain cells watching it than not watching it (get what I mean?). I feel dumb yet at the same

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I rarely eat at hawker centres; I will pay more for the same food (or worse) but nicer eating environment because I enjoy the eating experience more than the actual eating. I am also the kind of person who gets food cravings when I see an ad or hear someobody talking about a certain food. If I see a Carl Jr's ad, I will want to eat a Carl Jr's burger. If during a random conversation, someone

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Frou: Guess what? My mum is using a picture of me and her as her Facebook display pic. I must be her favourite daughter! *giggles* Phillip: She probably just like how she looks in that pic lah. Frou: Eh?! *shocked at cold water thrown at her* Phillip: And she is too polite to crop you out of the pic. She’s a kind mother. Frou: NO MORE MRS FROU’s PINEAPPLE TARTS FOR YOU! Phillip: I HAVEN’T

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The other day, someone wrote on Facebook that we should commemorate our love and respect for animals by being vegan for the day. She also add that if we can’t be vegan that day, we should choose another day to practice this mindfulness for living beings – and that she herself is a vegan once a week. I read it a couple of times and my mind still drew a blank. HUH??! When I am faced with

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 Ultimate French Toast w rhubarb@Auction Room  The Big Brekkie@Auction Room   Creamy mushroom & spinach on toasted baguette@Di Bella  Juicy steak & fries @Squire's Loft  Hearty Beef Pho@Thanh Thanh   My all time fav roast pork egg chiffon rice@A1   And because Shin recommended, I went for crispy deep fried

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Yesterday morning, The Sis had to wake me up for work. I have been waking up near noon time the past week so it was IMPOSSIBLE to get up earlier. Though pregnant, she is strong as an ox and kicked me out of bed. After my (reluctant) shower, I found breakfast waiting for me. Ham, cheese and tomato croissant. Yums! After breakfast, she made go through my bag to see if I got my laptop (check),

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I'm leaving for Australia tomorrow - for 2 whole weeks - and I am NOT ready. My whole office is in a mess and there's work coming out of my ass. I also have a launch event to attend this evening where I'm required to schmooze with "Mediacorp Artistes" (if Fann Wong is there, I must remember to ask her about her mafia boss role) followed by Toe's birthday party later tonight.... I haven't googled

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The marketing department is getting rid of shoes "gently" worn by models during shoots. As a result, the following pair (because they are my size) landed with me: Oh my gawd......they must be, what, at least 5-6 inches tall!? This is how they look like on my feet:  I can't decide. How? Are they "Hawt" or "Naught"? I also swiped these for The Toe. These are definitely HAWT!

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I'm sure you have seen many movies where very heavily pregnant women suddenly find themselves caught in the middle of a crisis situation (e.g. car chase, slow-moving traffic, war zone, lock-down, hostage, etc.) when alas, their water broke and there is no time to get to a hospital so they need to give birth there and then. Following which, someone nearby (most probably the lead actor/actress, a

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Means, no teeth in Hokkein. My newest nick name. So let me begin by saying that if you ever find yourself at a party and you don't know anyone and you desperately need a ice-breaker line, try asking people about their wisdom tooth extraction. So far, everyone I have spoken to, had an interesting story to tell. Here's a summary of the stories I have heard so far: Toe - Took out all 4 because

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The Man never sleep before me. He never wakes up before me either. Which makes him a creature of the night and me, an auntie. Another thing about The Man is, he often appear to be awake and will talk coherantly to me even when he is still asleep. There has been many times when I thought we were having an actual proper & LONG conversation about serious stuff and the next thing you know, when he

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Earlier, a colleague came rushing into my office room in an absolute frenzy. Frenzied Colleague: Frou! Frou! If something cannot be removed, is it called edible? Or not edible? Frou: Huh? Are you trying to remove it by eating it?? FC: No! It can’t be eaten! It’s ink! Frou: Do you mean “indelible”? FC: What is that? Frou: Ink that cannot be easily erased. FC: Spell it Frou: I.N.D.E.L….. FC: Oh!

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.... because even though I forgot to bring my wallet to work, I didn't have to pay for meals. I first realise I forgot my wallet when I was trying to pay for my coffee at McCafe this morning. After pouring out the entire content of my bag on the counter, I gave puppy looks to the cashier and told her I have no money to pay for the drink. Surprisingly, all she said was, "It's okay. You can pay

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... my 4 year old nephew came and visit me for lunch.  This is him; pic taken by himself when he was playing w my iPhone   Well, he didn't come specifically to see me . There is a new dinosaur play-gym  that just opened downstairs from my office and the Sister brought him to check it out. After all, The Nephew is dinosaur crazy (for now). His favourite cartoon is Dinosaur Train - about

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My tattoo’s artiste’s face, to be exact. Poor Mr. O. Anyway, while Mr. O was busy with his needles, The Toe sat next to me (our usual protocol when one of us is getting inked) and entertained me. This year, she decided to regale me with Channel 8* stories; particularly, the latest drama series at 9pm called On the Fringe. For those who knows not what Channel 8 is, it is the quintessential

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I would like to teach everyone 4 Malay words this morning. “Menari” means “dancing" “Liar” (pronounced as 2 syllables, “li-ar”) means “wild” “Di” means the preposition, “in” “Hutan” means “forest”. Now that you know the meaning of these 4 Malay words, I can proceed with this blog entry. So, yesterday, I met up with an old friend of mine from KL for lunch. I knew her back when I was studying/

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When I was 16, I couldn't for the life of me, get into a club. (Sorry, they are called "disco" back then.) I tried layering on the makeup. I tried wearing clothes that made me look older. I tried borrowing someone else's IC. I tried going in with older guys. But the bouncers always call my bluff. One look at me and they know I'm a spring chicken. This went on until my 30s. Even up to last year

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... you try to negotiate with your dentist for a shorter term of anti-biotics. You should have seen my outburst at the dental clinic earlier. I am usually calm and composed in front of my dentist (cos I am scared) but when she bluffed me and gave me a 5-day anti-biotic course instead of 3-day (as earlier agreed), I went ballistic. "But it's my birthday weeeeek!!" I shrieked. My dentist

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... it has turned demonic. First of all, it makes a loud whirling and thumping sound whenever I play certain DVDs. The sound may or may not go off eventually. Strange. Secondly, it has its mood when it comes to which DVD it 'chooses' to play. It won't play movies like "Becoming Jane" (Austen)  but when I pop in "Sex & Zen", no problem whatsover. Thirdly, and most obviously, instead of showing

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At the cashier counter at Guardian Pharmacy located downstairs of Frou’s office Pinoy Cashier: Ma’am, are you a Passion Card holder? Frou: Nope Cashier: Do you have any of the credit cards listed here? Frou: Nope Cashier: Do you want to purchase any of our promotional chocolates? Frou: Nope Cashier: They are one for one, Ma’am Frou: Nope. But thanks. Cashier: Do you need a carrier? Frou: Nope.

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My siblings and I got into an active discussion about changing car tyres the other day. It came up because they asked me what I want for my birthday and I asked them to “zng” my car. They changed the subject immediately and started talking about how expensive it is to maintain their own cars as it is. The Sis brought up the fact that she recently spent $6K on her recent car servicing at Honda

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I don't blame him. I am slightly tired of it myself. I have been celebrating everyday since last Friday; countless dinners, drinks and cigarettes with the gay boys and girls. And it is not over yet. In fact, I have another round of family celebration this weekend, another one on the actual day, a supposed "romantic" dinner with The Man and a group celebration with the KL gang next weekend.

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You can usually get away with being demanding if your friends love you and they think your obnoxiousness is “cute”. Or they are scared of you. In my case, I think it’s a combination of love and fear, plus a lot of contempt. I know that because my friends call me, “Your Royal Assness”. Frou: Oi. Are we having dinner together tonight? Friends: Where would your Royal Assness like to go?

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..... that whenever I meet a friend, acquantaince or even stranger who is married with kids, they never fail to ask me whether I'm getting married soon. When I say no, they ask me whether things are going well with The Man. When I say yes, they ask again why we are not getting married Whan I say not yet, they ask me how old I am. When I say 30-something, they ask me whether I know that's very

Frouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06095748984511295084noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29101931.post-2705901554763881892011-07-27T10:27:00.011+08:002011-07-27T15:41:27.595+08:00

.. I have a "lazy tongue". Which irritates the shit out of my BFF, Toe - and rightfully so! It was only when I got stuck in a lift one day with some other lazy tongued folks that I understood why she felt that way. When I emerge from the lift, I swore to myself that I will enunciate my words properly. My first lesson from Toe is the "th" sound - a common sound a lazy tonguer like me tend to

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I took a 24-hour trip to KL last Friday. I left at 2.30pm Friday afternoon and got back to Singapore around 8.30pm on Saturday night. The travelling time between SG and KL was 8.5 hours, in total. This include flying time (90 mins) and time spent travelling to and from airports. Well, if you ask me, LCCT cannot be considered an airport. It's more a "bus plane station". For the remaining 15.5

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I think I said this before: I'm not discerning when it comes to music. I listen to whatever is on radio or whatever people gives me.  In the past, Phillip gives me music. When I first got my car, he burned me 7 CDs from his own collection and these 7 CDs have accampanied my drives for the past 5 years. Now, my JB DVD uncle supplies my music. Whenever I see him, once a forthnight, he will drop CDs

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…... says Andrew Lloyd Webber. But my public face did, when watching a rendition of that song at the “Music of Andrew Lloyd Webber” show at Marina Bay Sands last night. As the woman on stage screeched out that song, I had one paw over my mouth to stifle my giggles and the other paw digging into the Toe’s arm. (I do this whenever I am stressed with laughter. I pity my companions.) It didn’t help

Frouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06095748984511295084noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29101931.post-32527932679308900682011-07-07T11:15:00.015+08:002011-07-07T14:27:48.893+08:00

I love giving them and I love receiving them. No, I'm not talking about "zen" gifts like attention, love, friendship and all that crap. I'm talking about REAL gifts money can buy. (Hello Miss Shallow!) Also, excludes birthday or holiday gifts. I'm referring to gifts given for no reason - "No Reason Gifts". The unexpectedness of it all makes them so nice to receive. Anyway, the current big

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I say that because every time I get to have a wonderful holiday or weekend break, my happiness dissappears as soon as work week starts. Take for example, last weekend. I took the Friday off and spent 3 wonderful days in KL where I ate, drank and partied till the lights in the club came on (it's been a while since that happened!). I even went for an after-party and only got home at 7.30am the

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My friend Phillip, the superstar DJ (as he likes to be known), had landed a regular gig at this bar owned by a very hunky guy. Phillip: Are you coming to my gig this weekend? Frou: Of course. But are you going to introduce me to your hunky new boss? Phillip: Of course Frou: WOOT! Phillip: But u cannot ask him whether his cock is working when you are drunk Frou: Ok Phillip: I don’t

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According to friends who were with me that night at Velvet, I apparently asked after a random boy's private part. This was after 10 shots of drinks. I don't remember the boy, but I remember the drinks. Appletinis, B52 (or AK47 as I like to call them) and our group favourite, Jaegerbombs. Oh ya, and Ginseng Vodka. If you haven't try them, you should. It is delish. It was the Ginseng Vodka that

Frouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06095748984511295084noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29101931.post-81417694170687704792011-06-10T15:35:00.001+08:002011-06-10T15:35:49.418+08:00

My Boss just came back from an India work trip (one which I managed to get out of!) and she showed me a watch she purchased from a mall in Bangalore. She said she bought it only because the shopkeeper told her that it is the "slimmest watch in the universe". Frou: In the universe? Boss: Exactly. I asked the shopkeeper whether he meant "the world" instead. He said, "No madam, slimmest in the 

Frouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06095748984511295084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29101931.post-24525425433841804522011-06-09T15:18:00.000+08:002011-06-09T15:18:15.794+08:00

Enough to have their profile pics tattooed on yourself?? Apparently a Dutch girl did just that! She had them all (152 friends) tattooed on her arm. Regardless whether this is a clever thing to do or not, I must say it is quite a work of art... Image taken from here.

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Another Korean clip - but this one is the complete opposite from my last post. This 3 yr old Korean kid is a complete riot! I can't believe he memorized the lyrics to all those Beatles songs - including names of all Beatles members - without knowing English! He must be their youngest fan ever! This one is a real crowd pleaser :)

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I watched this clip out of curiousy when someone posted it on Facebook. I am so glad my office door was closed because I was actually crying by the end of it. Reminds me of Paul Potts (the unassuming opera singer from Britain Got Talent) with a much, much, sadder story.

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.... and here are some things I've learnt from my trip: 1. A typical Korean woman performs at least 7 beauty steps on her face each morning with different products - e.g. facial wash, cleansing oil, cleansing foam, toner, moisturise, serum, primer, sun screen, eye cream, spot concealer, BB cream, BB powder, etc. And that's just the face. And you wonder why there is a Face Shop or Skin Food store

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Last night, I watched "The Samurai of Ayothaya" in a rather unorthodox way. The cast is speaking in Japanese and Thai, and I know neither language. Neither do I understand the English subtitles that came with the DVD because it was written by a JB pirate who is not English literate. Or it could be a translating machine. A very bad one. (Presumably the original script): “Khing, do not overturn

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I was copied on an “email war” recently between various business units of my company. (Note: I am copied on EVERYTHING that goes on around here). At the apex of the “war”, somebody wrote, “I’m sorry if you guys feel that I am putting legs on snake, but I personally think …..” I got a phone call immediately from one of the recipients of that email, Ben, the beefcake gay boy from Marketing.

Frouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06095748984511295084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29101931.post-36182193120067702982011-05-20T13:52:00.000+08:002011-05-20T13:52:05.511+08:00

I am still baffled as to why the middle eastern folks would use a "chinese animal" as the mascot and brand of their cheese.. but this is one of the most hilarious ads I have seen! My favourite is the last one in the video...

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That was the email message I got from my Boss early this morning. Of course, I have to be diplomatic. I replied, "Thanks. It's great to be back! I am all rejuvenated and ready to tackle work today! ROAR!" (Fake! Fake! Fake!) On my way to work today, I guesstimate that my unread emails for the 1 day leave I took on Monday would be about 100. To my chargrin, it is exactly 98. Hah! Anyway, before

Frouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06095748984511295084noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29101931.post-9342147067443422032011-05-10T11:44:00.002+08:002011-05-10T11:45:25.648+08:00

This year, The Frou is the company’s community ambassador. That means I have to help organize an event whereby the whole office will go out and do good. A do good outing. Initially, I asked if they can come help clean house. Apparently that is not doing good. So we settled for cleaning old folks’ houses instead. So bright and early, we all trooped down to a block of 1-bedroom HDB flats somewhere

Frouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06095748984511295084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29101931.post-15116812092517327752011-05-07T18:21:00.002+08:002011-05-07T18:28:29.689+08:00

The Toe is a civil servant of Singapore. As part of her civic duties, she has to undergo training to be a polling assistant, i.e. someone who is stationed at a polling station to ensure peace and order while Singaporeans cast their precious votes during the General Election (which happens to be today). Frou: What if I am an old blind lady and I ask you which box to tick because I cannot see? Toe

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Well, it's not going to be labour-less for me because in about half an hour time, The Man and I are going to meet The Toe & Manda to go for, in The Toe's words, "a bash in the jungle". Meaning, we will be running up and down Bukit Timah hill in accordance with The Toe's instructions. The Man is very excited about the jungle bash. He has been abstaning from food and going to the toilet all day

Frouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06095748984511295084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29101931.post-28226968763319278492011-04-21T18:40:00.001+08:002011-04-21T18:41:04.310+08:00

I am a huge fan of Tina Fey. I am waiting desperately for the launch of her new book (BossyPants) in Singapore. In the meantime, I found an excerpt from this website on Tina's motherly advice to her daughter in the book. (The Queen, I thought of  Baby G immediately. Haha!) “First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender

Frouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06095748984511295084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29101931.post-44050482374107503382011-04-18T15:52:00.008+08:002011-04-18T17:23:44.794+08:00

... I went to the Danny Tenaglia gig at Zouk with the gang last Saturday night, but not before getting horrendously drunk on Jaegerbombs at Taboo. For those who are not acquanted with Mr Jaegerbomb, let me simply describe it as a full shot of Jaegermeister (an alcohol that tastes like cough syrup) slammed into a glass of red bull. It's absolutely VILE. Anyway, when we reached Zouk, we had a few

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I am stuck with inane problems such as angry persons leaving angry messages on our website. Apparently, one Mr Angry wrote in to ask a question about one of our products. His enquiry was not picked up so he didn’t get a reply. When he continued badgering for an answer, our Marketing folks finally called Mr Angry to offer him the answer. But Mr Angry was, by then, very angry and said he doesn’t

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Help! My Jeggings have cut off all blood circulation to that area! Frou: OUCHHHHHH! Man: The price of fashion! Bear with it! Frou: OUCHHHHHHHHH! Man: You better carry a pair of scissors around today, just in case. Frou: OUCHHHH! When do I know when to cut off my jeans? Man: When your toenails turn purple? Frou: I JUST HAD A PEDICURE AND MY TOENAILS ARE PAINTED PURPLE!!!! Ok, that was the

Frouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06095748984511295084noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29101931.post-62279328448870435982011-03-22T17:25:00.003+08:002011-03-22T17:29:21.420+08:00

Going green is the way to go these days. We have to. After all, we are killing Mother Earth every day with our profligate ways. Which is why when my company was featured in The Good Guide for being best in its category for promoting green & ethical products, we all gave ourselves a pat on the back. I am really proud to work for an organization who is always looking out for ways to minimize its

Frouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06095748984511295084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29101931.post-67874092919368522872011-03-17T10:33:00.009+08:002011-03-17T12:25:44.893+08:00

My current favourite song is the the new trance-y track by Britney Spears. I’m sure you have heard it on the radio – you can't miss the lyrics: “Coz you feel like paradise, and I need a vacation tonight. So if I say I want your body now, will you hold it against me?” I had that song on repeat in my car for about a week now; and I usually scream along with Brits during the chorus. But, I just

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A week before the earthquake struck Japan, I was busy planning my work trip to Tokyo end of this month. On the morning of the quake itself, I was actually on the phone with my Japanese colleagues, finalizing our work agenda. For weeks, I have also been planning my side trip to Kyoto to see the geishas and to get myself inked. My visa and air ticket are sitting pretty on my table as I type.

Frouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06095748984511295084noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29101931.post-83070689671952707042011-03-10T11:29:00.001+08:002011-03-10T11:31:25.714+08:00

The tallest pancake tower in the world, as I found out today, is..... 32-inches tall! That is a stack of 725 pancakes, which took 253 eggs, 5 kilograms of flour and 15 liters of milk. It was created by Foot Network UK. Read about it here. Anyway, this reminds me of the pancake stack I had last weekend. It was only 3 stack high, but it was the best I ever tasted because it

Frouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06095748984511295084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29101931.post-84739714217801778072011-03-09T18:48:00.006+08:002011-03-09T18:59:04.581+08:00

Some of our contracts are drafted in two languages. This is to cater to countries whose local folks are not proficient with the English language. Translations are usually done by our external lawyers, and translation fees are usually very expensive. Sometimes, it is charged per word. I got a request today from Indonesia to translate some English revisions into Bahasa Indonesia in one of their

Frouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06095748984511295084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29101931.post-7123688977232225042011-03-08T16:35:00.002+08:002011-03-08T16:37:14.495+08:00

For the past week, I have been standing in front of the mirror, after my shower, to determine where is next; but I just can't find another suitable location that is covert enough or does not cross with the existing ones. Then I happen to chance across the below at this random site. Hahaha - it's HILARIOUS (and somewhat true)!

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We are celebrating The Man’s birthday tonight! Which means the rest of us are busy organizing a party for him this week. Surprisingly, I realized the group has become very efficient these days. There are around 8 of us, which means, we have at least 8 birthday parties to organize each year. Of course, some of us have more than 1 party each year. The Toe says my birthday is like an Indian wedding

Frouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06095748984511295084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29101931.post-42196998289281716762011-03-01T18:34:00.006+08:002011-03-02T10:05:40.743+08:00

There are some Chinese characters at the back of my business card; presumably, the translation of the English wordings in front. Anyway, I never had to worry about those Chinese wordings until I was asked to change my job title recently. This means, I have to get new business cards printed - with a new job title in English AND Chinese. You see, I am hopeless in my 'native' language. For all

Frouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06095748984511295084noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29101931.post-12594647628884889312011-03-01T10:06:00.000+08:002011-03-01T10:06:00.338+08:00

if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it. if you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your typewriter searching for words, don't do it. if you're doing it for money or fame, don't do it. if you're doing it because you want women

Frouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06095748984511295084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29101931.post-84066892543058776152011-02-25T16:56:00.004+08:002011-02-25T17:08:14.033+08:00

Whenever he does that, she will throw him a dirty look and then walk the other way. Well, I used to sympathize with my dad when she does that. That was when I was young. Now that I am grown up, I think I finally understand how my mum felt. We were at a drinks stall at the hawker centre..... The Man: Uncle, give me a cup of Bandung please. (FYI. Bandung is a rose flavoured milk drink. Very

Frouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06095748984511295084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29101931.post-26594745353520447712011-02-23T17:37:00.001+08:002011-02-23T17:38:12.741+08:00

 The Queen's daughter practising her princess wave to the people.. 

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 I found some super awesome wine bottle covers at the home furnishing store, iwannagohome, a while back. Since then, a white Angel and dark Dracula (there was a Devil cover, but it didn't have wings.. ) have been gracing my kitchen, White wine goes into Angel, and red wine to Dracula... For the longest time, iwannagohome ran out of covers. It was only in December last year, during Christmas,

Frouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06095748984511295084noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29101931.post-70718666975425310662011-02-19T07:00:00.000+08:002011-02-20T23:23:32.965+08:00

 View from my hotel window 

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Dearest Toe: Here are some facts I want to share with you from my learnings in Bangalore the past 2 days: 1. Indian wine gives you a BAD hangover. 2. Nobody in India is fazed when the power goes out. In fact, meetings will carry on without a flinch in total darkness. In fact, I'm in total darkness as I am typing this now. 3. I can actually out-talk an Indian, if I want to. 4. Drivers on the

Frouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06095748984511295084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29101931.post-31874408890706317802011-02-15T10:52:00.002+08:002011-02-15T10:54:49.779+08:00

I woke up this morning, slammed the alarm clock off and went back to sleep. I got up half an hour later, took a shower, brushed my teeth and deep conditioned my hair. After that, I moisturise, blowdry my hair and wonder why I still look so crappy today. So, I slapped on some SKII Miracle Water (sorry, no miracles there), put on some eye-makeup (badly), swallowed a Vitamin C pill and head out the

Frouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06095748984511295084noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29101931.post-46678225132279357322011-02-14T17:55:00.002+08:002011-02-14T18:02:26.468+08:00

It may be a bullshit celebration to many but I am a big fan even though I'm not usually a romantic or sappy person. You might say we should celebrate love everyday and not just on 14th February but to be fair, this date is symbolic - after all, St.Valentine did not die everyday! Or so I have read, St. Valentine is a Roman priest who served during the third century in Rome. At that time, the

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Last night, during dinner with my alibaba friends, I was told that army trucks in Singapore are not allowed to make a right turn on the roads. This ban supposedly came about due to a very unfortunate incident where a dufus young recruit accidentally drove a massive army truck over a stationery car while executing a right turn. His excuse was that he didn’t check the right side of the road

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Gong xi! Gong xi! Are you all gong-xied out? Well, I certainly am but not in a good way. You see, I am typing this from a hospital. Not from a patient’s bed, but in the visiting lounge where I have been squatting almost every day since Friday. One of The Man’s family members has been admitted, and we have rushed back from Bangkok to be here. We were in Bangkok for less than ten minutes when

Frouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06095748984511295084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29101931.post-39941672887033118002011-01-25T13:46:00.008+08:002011-01-25T15:10:04.777+08:00

I was clearing old folders from my laptop this morning when I found a copy of my bridesmaid speech for The Sister's wedding some 3-4 years ago. It really brought me back to the night I delivered this speech at her wedding. I may be bias here, but it was the most beautiful and perfect wedding I have ever attended. If you know my sister personally, you will understand why I say 'perfect' :)

Frouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06095748984511295084noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29101931.post-4463861401160378182011-01-21T09:47:00.009+08:002011-01-21T10:03:53.852+08:00

It's Friday, folks! This week (sorry, make that this year) has been nightmarishly long. Take yesterday for example. I had to deal with shits and CAJOLE idiots at work until 8ish. Then I went home, watched 2 episodes of Scrubs and got on a really redundant & uninformative conference call until 11ish.  I went to bed, angry. Woke up at 6ish this morning; came to work and got on another conference

Frouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06095748984511295084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29101931.post-31309478491695482582011-01-14T14:10:00.005+08:002011-01-14T15:14:25.711+08:00

I am at my desk, chomping through a gigantic sandwich for lunch today. I got it from Da Paolo and it's really huge. The entire thing is the size of my face. I had to give half of it away to my boss. But the nice thing about eating at my desk today is that my desk is, as of today, no longer in the public space. Which means I no longer have to cower slightly when people walk past my cubicle or

Frouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06095748984511295084noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29101931.post-29942900079995539342011-01-07T13:12:00.008+08:002011-01-07T13:23:35.193+08:00

I was reading a silly chick magazine article about what being a gentleman is all about, so I turn to The Man and asked whether he thinks he is a gentleman. After a short pause, he replied that he is. Because he is always polite to ugly or fat women. (I have to admit that is a good one!) Anyway, as usual, he didn’t just stop there. He went on to sing a HOKKEIN song about a (supposed) gentleman

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I started buying a lot of “adult clothes” last month because one of my new year resolutions is to “Get Serious” at work. By “adult clothes”, I am talking about clothes that tend to make you look older and in my case, look my actual age. To me, that mean tops with actual sleeves, no “cut outs” anywhere, structured jackets, and most importantly, covered shoes. Complete with hair in buns, tattoos

Frouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06095748984511295084noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29101931.post-40905617593030890342011-01-04T12:06:00.002+08:002011-01-04T12:06:11.603+08:00

First day back at work and the first thing I did is tear down all the posters in my work area that says: “All I need is all I got” and “For those who toil”. Those posters are created during the recession. It was meant to assure myself that although I am a minion in suffering, I have enough niceties to meet my needs. Not such a defeatist anymore, sista! This year, I am going to be: - STRIVING

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Working on the eve of a public holiday is great. Knowing that it is going to be half working day makes waking up in the morning so much easier. I took a nice leisurely shower with the works (i.e. exfoliate, deep conditioning, etc) and got dressed in the most casual outfit I ever dare to wear to work: Sequined racer backs and (*drum roll*) HAVAIANAS! Haha! Oh, the sequins are not a problem.

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Which gets me all pissy because the last thing you want, when you are in your ‘mood’, is to have someone look like they are mocking you. So whenever he does that, I always end up flying off in rage, “WHAT?? WHAT ARE YOU SINGING ABOUT?? IF YOU WANNA SAY SOMETHING, SAY IT TO MY FACE!” And then he will tell me what he was really thinking about – and it is always something so stupid and (

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.... alcohol (including, but not limited to, champagne, jagerbombs, sex on the beach, sambuca (why? Oh why?), whisky, etc) into my body last weekend followed by manic dancing (including, but not limited to, on the railing, in the DJ console, etc) in my 4 inch heels to awesome trance music spun by none other than my bestie, DJ Phillip. Oh ya, I was also screaming his name repeatedly at the top of

Frouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06095748984511295084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29101931.post-82571193907333900082010-12-17T11:06:00.001+08:002010-12-17T11:07:27.340+08:00

I missed out on a office beach party yesterday and one of the HR girls came to me today and said: "Where were you? I was so looking forward to seeing you in swimwear" HEH?!!!!!????!!! Does she think I am BODY(fan)TASTIC or  BEACHEDWHALISH?  Both are equally worth looking forward to seeing, me thinks..

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I once watched a very memorable episode of Sponge Bob Square Pants. In that episode, Sponge Bob encountered a villain called the Strangler, whose hands are diabolical. When provoked, his hands will expand and throb and emits diabolical vibes; and everybody runs away from him. Why am I thinking of the Strangler and his diabolical hands? You see, once a year, my company runs a “Secret Santa”

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I’m not just talking about insects - small people too. Like kids. And people who are physically smaller than you. Can you imagine what Gulliver must be feeling when those annoying tiny Liliputians are tying him down? I know my tall friend, Toe, thinks I’m frigging annoying too and she attributes that to my size. She thinks short farts like me are loud and makes a lot of noise just make up for our

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The Frou & Toe currently letting rip & burn in Krabi....

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The very first application I downloaded when I got my new iPhone last week is.... ... Angry Birds, of course!! Phillip just forwarded me this link about the Angry Birds' proposed peace treaty with the pigs. This is absolutely friggin' hilarious!

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That got me intrigued because believe it or not, I have never watched Scrubs before. (Which rock was I under?) So I went and got myself a grainy copy of the first season of Scrubs and I settled back in my bed one weekday night and watched a couple of episodes. Oh man, it really cracks me up! Especially that Dr. Kelso and Dr Cox. Also, I see some resemblance between me and the neurotic female

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I was driving towards the exit of the shopping mall car park and I went straight towards the barrier without stopping. Thank goodness, I managed to screech the car to halt just in time before I hit them. I completely forgot that in Malaysia, no barrier is going to automatically open for you after automatically deducting the parking fee from your cash card machine like they do in Singapore. You

Frouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06095748984511295084noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29101931.post-23126085795337220162010-10-29T16:12:00.009+08:002010-10-29T16:42:40.279+08:00

I have a twitter account for some time now (thanks to Tetanus for introducing it to me) but the frequency of my tweets is, say, once a week? Or maybe twice if something REALLY interesting happens to me, like if I fall into a longkang or win the lottery. Actually if I win lottery, I will not tell others. What for right? Then they think I am rich. Which brings me to wonder: how do others do it? I

Frouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06095748984511295084noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29101931.post-42060228672454218522010-10-20T13:53:00.003+08:002010-10-20T16:50:06.076+08:00

Frou: I love this song! What is it called? Phillip: It’s “新不了情” which means... err.... “New Unfinished Love”. Frou: What the heck is an unfinished love? How can new love be unfinished? Give me an example please. Phillip: Let’s see. Say you are in a hawker centre and you saw a NEW stall selling bak kut teh. You ordered a bowl and it turns out to be so delicious, you fell in LOVE with it. When

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