Smelly No More
I was on my usual route to work this morning when I heard over the radio that our great Malaysian scientists have created a Smelly No More durian which is poised to take off very big in Europe and US! Oh my, what a turning point in history!
Durian with no more smell is like chao tau fu without it’s stinkiness, like petai without its stink-inducing breath, like blue cheese without the pungent smell and like caviar without the fishy salty texture!
It got me thinking though that if durian no longer smelled, where was the appeal in eating it anymore?! Without that unique pungent smell, it’s just plain yellow custard…then again, even custard has a nice, eggy smell so I wonder how much pleasure eating odourless custard can be!
Perhaps, the scientists should have come up with something like what the Japanese have instead. You see, the amazing Japanese have invented a quirky little liquid that keeps your loo perpetually odour-free! Just drop 2 little drops after you’ve done your…erm…business and voila…Smelly No More!
So the next time we want to eat durian but can’t bear the smell, just drop 2 drops on your fruit and Smelly No More too!
Pinkelicious Pops #3
Presenting the 3rd installment of Pinkelicious Pops, the pop, snap and crackle in PE’s life! Thanks for still being around!
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After the previous fun filled trip down to Singapore, I’m due for another visit to that sunny, fine island! Yippee! This time with my shopping buddy (SHOBU) in tow…ParisB! This trip will be for pure shopping, shopping and shopping! Hip hip hurray! Shopping with my SHOBU is bad, because I often end up buying the most! Hehe…but what better than a SHOBU with a great eye for great buys, wouldn’t hesitate to give her perfectly honest opinion to my “Do I look fat in this” questions and humors my repeated visits back to the same store to check out the one thing which I can’t decide to get!
And me, the dutiful family travel agent has once again been handed the task of organising and booking the tickets and accommodation!
Pinkelle says - Hey, even family travel agents are entitled to some commission!
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Between a rock and a hard place, which will you choose?
Out of the frying pan, into the fire…which is hotter?
The mothership is sinking, sinking, the captain’s nowhere to be seen and hanging around will only bring me down to Bikini Bottom where Spongebob Squarepants resides. I spy a little tug boat nearby. However, I’m not sure if it’s a friendly boat that’ll grow and take me to further lands or whether it’ll be an unfriendly one which will just end up chaining me to the oars to row and row for eternity!
If I jump into this tug boat, will I be missing the next ocean liner that could be just around the corner to pick me up from the sinking mothership?!
Pinkelle says - Hmm…decisions, decisions, decisions…a Libran’s worst nightmare!
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I was at work early this morning checking my email when a senior colleague burst in to ask if they were having a fire drill. Puzzled, I told him no since I didn’t hear any fire alarm. He insisted that there was one as there were a huge crowd starting to gather in the open space outside, being shepherded around like little sheep by a guy with a loud hailer. Insisting there was a fire drill on and that we weren’t participating like good corporate citizens, he hassled us all out (in the LIFT!) down to the open space only to find that it was a drill for the other office block. He grinned and said “Good la, since we’re already down I might as well smoke a cigarette down here”
Pinkelle says - *rolls eyes* No need to ask the whole office down with you just to smoke a cigarette, innit?!
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I was driving a friend home last night after having dinner together when we stopped at a traffic light. A motorcycle pulled up next to us and from the corner of my eye, I noticed the riders peering into my car. Feeling rather scared with the recent spate of crimes, I turned for a quick glance and saw an oldish Indian man sandwiched by his wife behind him and his son in front of him. When he saw us looking at him, he…
STUCK OUT HIS TONGUE!!
My friend and I were totally taken aback and he continued to do the same whenever we glanced at him. It wasn’t a friendly stick-out-your-tongue like how children do when they’re trying to be naughty but rather a really menacing one with his eyes rolling! It was really freaky and scary since there have been so many recent crimes involving women drivers recently.
Pinkelle says - How totally bizarre! Luckily he didn’t try to follow us home!
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Am feeling really sleepy now…so this brings a close to the 3rd Pinkelicious Pops! Happy Wednesday, all…it’s halfway through the week already!
*Pinkelle floats off her soapbox with her pink parasol*
Down South Quickie
I made a very brief trip Down South last weekend. It was a very short trip with a quickie stopover in Orchard to ogle, ooh and ahh over the gorgeous kitchen stuff in Takashimaya. Gimme an Alessi toothpick holder, which is just too cute! But no, this post isn’t going to be about the Great Singapore Sale (GSS), not about gorgeous Alessi kitchen appliances nor the swanky Paragon stores. Since I’m infected with Blogivitis, it’s all about sharing my journey down!
I waited too long to book my tickets down to Singapore so by the time I was ready to go, popular coaches like First Coach and Aeroline were sold out, leaving me with no other option but the midnight buses from dirt-encrusted Pudu Station!
Walk into Pudu and immediately you somehow feel kinda grubby from the many, many years of built-up dirt! Need an ear test? Just get your ears assailed for free by screaming people pushing their bus tickets while you gingerly make your way to the old rickety metal staircase leading down to the smokey, lung-clogging and exhaust-filled bus area. They just never told you that ear tests came with a price - your lungs! Throw your bags on the bus and pray someone’s feet doesn’t smell of blue cheese. I wasn’t so lucky 
Say your prayers as the bus speeds off into the darkness, down the darkened highways, traveling faster than light to ensure you get early for the GSS. Curl up as you try to find some warmth from the aircond that blasts down unmercilessly even after you’ve closed the aircond vents. Arrive in JB, peer wide-eyed through your windows and tremble at the feared, cowboy town that’s oh so dangerous!
Cross the Customs and *cue shiny, happy music* You’re in Singapore! The FINE Country which is nice and safe and you can happily walk around at 5am with nary a fear!
On your return trip, always use the loos at the Singapore Customs side, whether Woodlands or Tuas. Use, don’t ask why…you wouldn’t regret it! Then hop back onto your mean exhaust fumes-belching machine and make your merry way up to Yong Peng rest stop to pick up a host of flies who have been waiting for the ride up to KL! Inch along the highway under repairs with your friendly additional passengers who love giving mwah-mwahs on your face while you sleep and before you realise it, you’ll be back at Pudu where the nightmare all began!
Ah, good things always end too quickly, don’t they?
So if you would prefer a less entertaining route, go with Aeroline or First Coach! And no, this wasn’t a sponsored post!
The Big Picture
Did you have a bad work week? Well, take a breather, enjoy the weekend and don’t sweat the small stuff! Cos we really aren’t that big to begin with after all! 
*This is a sponsored…correction…forward from an email* 
