Pinkelicious Pops #1
As delicious as that sounds, it’s not a new strawberry ice-cream! It’s just the random bits and bobs, or the pinks and pops as you may, that makes up my day!
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This morning, I was doing my usual running up and down between the office floors to deliver some docs. I opened the door to the stairwell and the sweet scent of incense smacked me in the face. Now, incense in a temple is good, incense in a spa is good, incense in a stairwell when there’s no one else around is not good! When you have an over-active imagination like mine, incense wafting around brings to mind the stories of how little ghosties like to make their presence felt!
Coming down the stairs, I peeped around the corner and I swear, my skeleton practically jumped out of my skin. Below me, on the landing, sat a figure. The legs were sticking out in front of it and where the head was, was just a black blob all the way down to the chest!
I was totally freaked out until I saw the figure shift and the black blob popped up to reveal the face of a cleaner wearing a black tudung who had just been catching 40 winks! *rolls eyes* Talk about an early morning jump-start to my heart!
Pinkelle says - Don’t wear a black tudung when you intend to sleep in a deserted stairwell!
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I was in the supermarket recently and was thrilled to see sanitary pads on offer. Pardon to the guys out there but pads are like diapers - When you see them on sale, do not hesitate to stock up some because they’re expensive and they never expire!
So there I was, juggling my basket, and every single person, even girls, who walked past me would peer into my basket and give a little smirk. When I went to the cashier, the cashier rang the total up with a little smirk on his face. I walked through the mall and some females looked at my bags (darn those transparent bags!) and smirked. I came back to the office to have my colleague look at my purchases and start laughing.
Pinkelle says - when you bocor next month like the new Jalan Duta Court House, don’t come looking for me!
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I was just asked to come back to work again on Saturday! Boo hoo…*shakes fist* This is the second Saturday I’ve been asked to come in! Just when I had so many fun things lined up for the weekend too! Bosses here seem to assume that I sold my soul to them when I signed on that dotted line of the offer letter! Perhaps I’m just uninspired but gone is the naive girl who thought that business suits, business travel and a work laptop was glamorous!
Pinkelle says - Life starts after work so start living!
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Finally, one last rant! I was all for school holidays when I was a schoolkid but argh, not anymore! They cause terrible jams in the mall carpark where I work. Today I was stuck for half an hour just trying to inch my way out. And at lunch, the whole mall is full of screaming little kids who have been let loose. School kid + holiday + pocket money = a very stressed Pinkelle! Try navigating your way through little minions that come up to your knee and runaway trolleys and you’ll know what I mean!
Pinkelle says - Be good little kids and stay home during your holidays! 
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Till the next edition of Pinkelicious Pops!
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*Pinkelle floats off her soapbox with her pink parasol*
18 Again!
Does anyone remember this guy?
That’s Shaggy! I never knew he had such a sexy, heavy-lidded look until I Googled him! Erm, no…it’s not this Shaggy:
But the Shaggy of the Mr Bombastic fame! That was the year the discos pulsated with the booming beat of Mr Bombastic, say me fantastic, touch me in my back, she says I’m Mr Ro…mantic…
That was the year the music world reeled in horror when the Latino singer, Selena, was shot by her former PA. Gone was the songbird with the sweet voice who serenaded so many young hopeful lovers with her sweet lyrics of We Could Fall in Love…
That was the year the Rembrandts promised I’ll Be There For You. The song which catapulted to fame when it was made popular by Friends…
That was the year Bryan Adams asked Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman? Have you understood her and heard her every thought? Have you ever told she’s really wanted and she’s the one?
 That was the year Mariah Carey was a sweet, sweet Fantasy. So deep in our daydreams that everything is just a sweet fantasy…
That was the year the Blessed Union of Souls sang I Believe love is the answer and begged to Let Me Be The One…
That was the year of the eclipse, not of the sun or the moon but the Total Eclipse of the Heart by Nikki French. Turn around…
That was the year Vanessa William taught us that you can’t own the earth until you can paint with all the Colours of the Wind…
That was the year Alanis Morissette’s Hand in my Pocket reminded us that everything’s gonna be fine, fine, fine…
Ah, what a blast to the past! I never knew so many lovey-dovey songs were hits in that year I turned 18! Darn…I want to relive that year again! This ends my long postponed tag by ParisB!
The Rules
1. Â Go to www.popculturemadness.com
2. Â Select the year you turned 18
3. Â Get all nostalgic over the songs of the year
4. Write about it
5. Pass this tag onto 5 others
Let’s Tag:
Soo Yin - cos she loves tags
Lyrical Lemongrass - I actually owe her a tag, which I’ll do ASAP!
Precious Pea - Let’s see what she and her doggies listened to!
Domestic Rat - to relive her 18th year as record for her little bubs to come
Jemima - hope you haven’t done it!
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What’s Cooking?
Hey good-looking, what’s cooking?
There’s no rest for the wicked! I’ve just been given the honour of being a co-poster in Paris’ hallowed Kitchen Experiments! Me, who had to SOS when my judgement for savoury rice was so out of whack that it couldn’t cook in the rice cooker (there was too much and it compressed everything!)! Yes me, who’s one attempt to bake bread resulted in a hard little yeasty rock that not even the birds would touch!
Needless to say, I’ll be posting more on my eating out adventures! 
Come check us out!
*bangs pots and pans*
Meet Greeni
Hello, I’m Greeni! I’m Pinkelle’s little pet monster. She doesn’t like me very much and so I try to stay invisible most of the time. She doesn’t like to feed me very much either so I’m starving most of the time. And as you all know, starving monsters will inevitably pop up their ugly heads every now and then.Â
So yes, I’m there whenever Pinkelle’s friend shows off her pretty rose gold Tiffany & Co ring. I’m smiling at her whenever she sees a nice brand-new Gooch. I’m waving when Pinkelle’s colleague shows off his swanky brand new Tag Heuer watch and N95 Nokia. I’m grinning when she reads of lovely luxurious 500-threadcount sheets in nice swanky hotels and plush Business Class seats. I’m winking at that shiny new Beemer that flashes past. I’m sparkling in that big diamond solitaire on another’s hand. I’m beaming as I walk down the aisle in a fairy-tale wedding. I’m shaking hands at the grand prize stand in a contest. I’m everywhere, whether Pinkelle can help it or not, because she’s just human.
She keeps me on a tight leash most of the time but sometimes I just grow too big for the leash and I explode, eager to rear my little green head at her. I can’t help it because you see, I’ve been around ever since Pandora’s Box was opened in a fit of curiosity and here I’ll always remain.
Pinkelle struggles to keep me under control because when I’m there, it makes her forget the little blessings in her life. She loses sight of the loving faces around her, the kind words, the gentle reminders of sacrifices people have made for her and the possibility of greater things to come. So yes, Pinkelle doesn’t like me very much and in a recent battle, it was:
 Greeni - 1, Pinkelle - 0
But I know she’ll soon grab me by the scruff of my neck again, tighten the leash around me and stamp me down again. So while I’m out here, I’ll feast and wave hi to all the other greenies out there.
