Sick of irritating salesgirls hounding u everytime u walk into a shop? Sick of those irritating Giordano staff who scream, "hello, welcome and i love u, pls buy from us or i'll get sacked'?

Well fear not for the newest cure in town is here!!!!!!!

Presenting to you, the best cure for such problems!!!!!

A pair of earphones.....

Yes a pair of earphones can do wonder

Here's one scenario:

Salesgirl" Hello sir can i help you
Me: Pretend to be listening to music and walks ard as if she dun exist....

Scenario 2:

Salesman: Hello sir, can i help you?
Me: *looks at him, smile and walk all over the place as if he dun exist*
Salesman: *walks away cos he is irritated by you*

Scenario 3:

Salesgirl: *from very far* hello sir can i help you?
Me: *pretends not to hear cos i have a earphone stuck in my ear*
Salesgirl: *becomes pissed off and refuses to attend to u*
Me: *seeing that she is pissed off, goes ahead and steal the most expensive apparel in the shop*
Salesgirl: *gets fired cos of this*


in other words, a pair of earphones do wonder when u are shopping alone and dun wish to be irritated..... heck it even if u dun have a discman, MD or mp3 player..... just get a earphone and stick it in your ear......

The above method was tried and tested and verified by me. any coincidences and whatever shit is purely your fault.

tralalalalalalalala

=)

I went to eat mala steamboat at Liang Seah Street on friday nite.

The service sucks. I think its got to do with the fact that they hire only china men there (i dun wish to discriminate but those few over there really are screwed up).....

The pot of steamboat soup could be divided into non-spicy chicken stock and the other half chilli soup (more like chilli water).... i chose to eat more from the chicken stock side cos i din want my ass to hurt like mad the next day in the toilet. Plus, i had a weak stomach so u never know what can happen with too much chilli....

But it started to get boring after a while and i tried my hand at the food from the chilli water side..... actually it tastes very nice.... but u must learn to shake off all the chilli seeds b4 putting something in your mouth..... which took me a while..... haha....

The smell from the chilli soup was damn strong..... it made my shirt stink of this musky chilli smell.... and of cos it made everyone stink too la.... haha....

Overall, the food there was pretty normal.... just the mala stuff that makes things interesting. They have surprisingly really good business. maybe my appreciation for chilli is not there la, so dunno how to enjoy it so much....

Overall, i give that restaurant a just pass.

Oh ya, its called Ting Yuan steamboat or something.....

=)

I copied this over from a blog i read often..... quite meaningful and interesting.... makes me wanna try a movie alone sometimes too..... maybe i shall.... in the near future.....


"Singular Moments"

This is an article titled "Singular Moments" by Teo Pau Lin which appeared in The Straits Times Life on 18 October 2004.

"IF THERE is one thing I've noticed about Singaporeans, it's that we never watch movies alone.

In your average multiplex, movie-goers are always in twos, threes or more. Which is odd.

For a leisure activity that requires virtually no social interaction (unless you're a raunchy teenager out with your first boyfriend or girlfriend), cinema-going in Singapore is very communal.

Show me a person who wants to watch a movie alone, and I'll show you a film reviewer.

The same goes for eating out.

People would rather eat at their desks, eat on the go, or eat toxic cup noodles than eat in a proper dining establishment alone.

Unless you're a stranger from out of town, eating alone often means you're a loser who has no friends, a social misfit or just plain uncool.

Which was why, two years ago, when a girlfriend said she'd gone alone for a seven-day detox holiday in Koh Samui, I was horrified.

Give me seven minutes alone in a cafe and I'll be fiddling with my SMSes to look busy.

But seven days alone in a three-star resort that has no TV? How could one live?

'It's liberating,' she trilled. 'You should try it.'

I scoffed.

I recalled a job assignment in Milan a few years ago, which I had extended for a few days so I could visit Venice on my own.

Venice lasted a mere three hours.

Miserable because I had no one to share the sights with, I took the next train back to Milan where I could do some shopping. Universally, shopping is okay done alone.

But two months ago, as a valiant step towards personal evolution, I went on holiday alone for the first time in my life - for the same detox programme my friend had gone to in the same resort.

No one was free to go with me. I was desperate for a break. And I was curious about colonic irrigation. So, what the heck.

For a week, there was no TV, no music and - to aid the colon flushing procedure - no solid food. But it turned out great.

I read a lot and slept so much that my skin took on an unusual glow.

Making friends with fellow cleansers was easy. The resort afforded everyone the chance to use the once-in-a-lifetime opening line: 'How's your poo?'

I spent many intense hours peering down the toilet bowl, looking at colours, textures and tell-tale remnants of a bad diet past.

But most of all, I had plenty of time to think.

Lying on a deck chair with endless hours stretched before me, I reflected on things that I've neglected in the day-to-day busyness of my life back home:

I should spend more time with my parents. I've been such a lousy aunt to my nieces. Do I want to write forever? Isn't the sky beautiful?

By the time I left, I was energised and lucid. Questions I'd had about a relationship cleared up - it was a yes.

Since then, I've been a firm believer in the importance of being alone.

As much as companionship is vital to life, so is time taken away from the crowd to think and feel.

It retains your personality; and sharpens your mind. It airs your conscience.

I'm suspicious of people who hop from one relationship to another because they probably didn't have enough time alone to deal with and learn from the fallout.

I think people who enjoy the occasional spot of solitude go back to their partners or families with more to give, because they see life with greater perspective.

Lately, I've taken to brisk walking alone around my neighbourhood in the evenings as often as I can, as a physical and mental tune-up of sorts.

Now, the idea of eating or watching a movie alone isn't so preposterous anymore.

Give me seven minutes in a cafe and I'll probably make it 10."