Bunny Bowl


On a completely different note, here‘s a festive toy to play with.
After all, boys and girls never grow up, its only their toys that do.



Happy Easter!


Easter has come and gone.

And all i have to show for it are the chocolate bunnies and kinder eggs that I’ve yet to gobble down. Ask me about easter and the only image that springs to mind is that of a little girl neatly wrapping up the brightly colored tin/aluminium foils which previously accompanied her chocolate pieces.

Easter has always been a day of mixed feelings for me. Joy for the resurrection and sorrow for the pain that was lashed out the previous Friday. Eating easter eggs really reinforces that. As a child, I hung out with my cousins a lot because they stayed with me. Being an only child, they naturally became my constant companions. Like all children, we fought and argued, sometimes even biting each other. But again, like all children, we hugged, stood up for each other against the adults, and explored the wide wide world together.

Every easter, my uncle’s relatives would send huge (or I might have been smaller at that time so everything looked gig-normous) easter rabbits and eggs all the way from New Zealand. These chocolate bunnies were hollow on the inside, and there were loads of goodies to be found when we broke them apart. I remember breaking off smaller nibbles from the huge chunks, and in my memory, those creamy pieces will always taste better than Godiva’s.

So the years passed one after another, and each year, we would gobble down our huge communal rabbit, and then try to unwrap the foils of our individual eggs/bunnies as gingerly as possible. It was an old game, but we wanted to trick each other into thinking that our individual stashes weren’t eaten yet, and the glutton would steal and then open the wrapper eagerly, only to find a wad of molded tissue paper, sometimes with the words “gotcha”.

The year I turned ten, my uncle was set to return to New Zealand, and my cousins were going to leave Singapore for good. I didn’t really understand the gravity of the situation at that time, but everything soon became painfully clear the next Easter. Whilst I still received the random chocolate egg, there was always an empty space where the huge bunny stood. Still, I would diligently open each tin foil with as much precision as possible, fold it into half, and leave it in a book. I thought that this would give me a bigger stash to trick them with the following year.

I told myself the same thing every year, and spent each Easter unfoiling and folding each wrapper as nicely as I could. I remember feeling slightly lonely, but I would sink my teeth into the chocolate and enjoy the happy flavors swirling about my mouth. But after that, all I had to show for it were those wrappers, bright and colorful, but now devoid of the happy brown insides.

So in many ways, Easter was always a happy time for me. But it also taught me to be thankful of what I had previously enjoyed, taken for granted, and missed only when it ceased to be.

All in all, I now know that it isn’t the yummy chocolate, nor the brightly colored foil, that makes Easter worth celebrating.

Naughty comics … or not?

And just when you thought something naughty was to “come”, these doodle dandies give their artistic endeavors a twist in the right direction.

Left or Right?

The Right Brain vs Left Brain Test

… do you see the dancer turning clockwise or anti-clockwise?

If clockwise, then you use more of the right side of the brain and vice versa.
Most of us would see the dancer turning anti-clockwise though you can try to focus and change the direction; see if you can do it.


uses logic
detail oriented
facts rule
words and language
present and past
math and science
can comprehend
order/pattern perception
knows object name
reality based
forms strategies

uses feeling
“big picture” oriented
imagination rules
symbols and images
present and future
philosophy & religion
can “get it” (i.e. meaning)
spatial perception
knows object function
fantasy based
presents possibilities
risk taking

Taken from here.

Underwear gone Under

Ooh laa laa …
Looks like there’s a brand new range of adorable undies as far as the generic lingerie go.

Gone are the days of English style Bloomers, so much so that traditional underwear has evolved into a range of fashionable mish-“mesh” suitable for everyday use.


If your thought the G-string was revolutionary, well its time to think again.


So what if Alexander Bell patented the telephone, Newton’s motion laws, Einstein’s Relativity theory or Bill Gates’ Windows. The fashion industry has never failed to bring creativity to a whole new level with objects that continually defy the laws of physics, ever forming orgasmic “O”s at the mouth all humankind.

Well Yes I exaggerate but let me present you with the newest baby in the world of undies, the C-String.



Wowness isn’t it?
Revolutionary is an understatement.

Yes but like all girls, I’m wondering if it would actually stay up.

I guess thats a question one has to try in order to answer.
So when it does hit the sandy shores of Singapore, I’m sure throes of women would be hitting the shops. But in the meantime, girls like me can only check this out and wonder.

I’m a Simpson-ite

Herrow everybody,
In the spirit of Simpsons fever, I present you Minzy from Springfield …



Simpsonize yourself here.

As Time Goes By

[This day and age we’re living in
Gives cause for apprehension
With speed and new invention
And things like fourth dimension.

Yet we get a trifle weary
With Mr. Einstein’s theory.
So we must get down to earth at times
Relax relieve the tension

And no matter what the progress
Or what may yet be proved
The simple facts of life are such
They cannot be removed.]

You must remember this
A kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh.
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by.

And when two lovers woo
They still say, “I love you.”
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by.

Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date.
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate.
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
That no one can deny.

It’s still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die.
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by.

Oh yes, the world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by.

A wonderful write-up available here.

Sighest … Bogart’s charm lives on.