in times like this where everyone, every trade and every business is screaming for financial help, there is one industry that perhaps might survive silently - the red-light industry or the forbidden-fruit industry or the "meat" industry... i attended SEXPO today and it was just CROOOOWDED and JAM-PACKED with human... it was like a super huge adult store with live performances of nudity....
but what caught my attention was this man who used his ***k to do art... imagine, soaking the manhood into acrylic paint and enduring the raw sensation of rubbing against rough texture like artboard... yikes!! the feeling must not be good... things people do for living...
nostalgic.
First wave of nostalgic feeling was all because of a duck.to fully enjoy a well-cooked duck, one must make use of all five sensors and that was what i did.
- hear - within a short span of 12 mins, fran asked this question several times "geraldine, do you want to eat the duck now? it may not seem alot as you read but imagine that happening again and again and again... with that, my hearing sent a signal to my brain and decoded her message "DUCK IS GOOOOOD... FASTER EAT!!!!"
- sight - the full rosewood colour on the skins denote that the duck was cooked till perfect timing. any shorter, it will be pale but any longer, it will be too dark.
- touch - the sprinnnnnngy feel as i depressed my fingers into the meat.. one word "NOICE".
- smell - the roasted ducky fragrant... well, let's just say that it is beyond words.
- taste - the moment i brought the drumstick close to my mouth, i could feel that my salivary glands were accumulating. as my teeth sank into the meat, there was just one thing that registered in my mind... "FWAH!!!! Damn good la!!!! Thank you Captain Nua... this is the closest thing to the 93.3 roast duck!!"
as my friends were switching from DVD to TV, something damn "homely" caught our ears... it was a short film called Haze, produced by our very own Singaporean. It revolved around two teenage Singaporeans who were talking in their extremely-complicated singlish while doing their gig. So, what is so complicated? we reckon that singaporean are the only rare group of people who can use at least two to three different languages in one sentence. For example, "So, 现在 how ah? 你 damn jalar la! how can so siao siao one?" It is really difficult to explain the excitement and amusement we derived from this Singapore short film. Let's put it in this way -
你要understand mah- after watching all the angmo show with the angmo accent for 很久, can hear the "la" and the "lor" is damn shiong hor!
addiction.
the story is about a boy who played some pranks on his friends and today, the prankster is my hubby.
He drove in circles around some roundabouts while ah tan and fan ge was following closely behind us. When i said circles, i really meant that he went around the roundabout a couple of time and the aim was to confuse ah tan. Plus, he "purplely" stopped in front of the traffic light and refused to go until it turned amble which also would trap ah tan from moving off... the best bit is, ah tan took the "bait" and played along too.
making pranks on friends is something that i normally would not tolerate but i didnt stop him. one thing that i am sure - hubby was a careful driver. the more important thing was, he chuckled like a little boy and that laughter was just simply an addiction...
i just love it.
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