hmm tuck yan says i need to blog about my phone, so yeah i got a new phone.

actually not a new phone anymore, cause its a month old, so its RELATIVELY new, and im not telling anyone online that my phone is a nokia series!

oh shoots.

never mind, i won't divulge on the model.

some random thing i would blog about today is opening a lime popsicle with vanilla ice cream inside and finding....not a cockroach...not a lizard....not a rat...

yes.... worse than all these (or maybe not) was a

*dum de dum dum* (vain attempt at drumroll since i know nuts about drums)

DISFIGURED POPSICLE

yes don't look so shocked, or -_______________________- <=== don't have a clue what they name this emotion, incredulious seems too mild, hmm lamed out maybe? in typical singlish langauge we call it DIAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

ANYWAYS back to my disfigured popsicle. yes! it was not just any disfigurment! the ENTIRE body was DISTORTED, WARPED BEYOND RECONIGNITION! Basically, the supposed to be rectanglish popsicle turned squarish, vanillia ice cream was strewn outside the popsicle, into the wrappings of the... the... it doesn't deserve the name of popsicle, so, the wrappings of the DISFIGURED POPSICLE!

sorry, as you can now conclude, i harbour a strong discrimination against disfigured popsicles! why are they made in the first place! i hate EVERYTHING about them! the appearance, the colour, the feel, their hair...

ok, so they have no hair! thats why i hate them! finding reasons for what you discriminate comes too easy =)

the next time i find a disfigured popsicle in my fridge again, ill....ill....eat it faster! humph such a culinary disaster doesn't, *chomp chomp eats the disfigured popsicle normally*, deserve to be savoured.