Machine Washed
What's the best invention of the 19th century? Nobody ever votes for the washing machine. It's always the light bulb, or the telephone. Enough already. I'm in love with the washing machine. Prior to my spin on Christmas day, the last time I swam in one was more than three years ago. This time, I actually had fun struggling in a purple-and-white pillow case. Thank goodness I came out with my porpor molecules still correctly assembled. My mama melted into a puddle when she saw me. You would have too.
Since my mama only ever ogles at washing machines at Courts, Harvey Norman and Safe, somebody please offer practical advice. What's the best brand? Which is better, top or front load? I've done both. Top-load together with xiaopor, who simply refused to sink. He's got a cute head which bobs up and down in the water. Lots of people say xiaopor is cuter than me. Oh well. I have no comments on that. My mama was horrified by the whirr of white when I went front-load. So that was the last time she put me into a washing machine with her own hands. Anyway, now she's eyeing this new $1999 model sold at Courts. It's a washer-cum-dryer. Somebody stop her. $1999 could buy me 500 years of clothes.
I went to Cheras on boxing day in the purple-and-white pillow case since my mama insisted on preserving my immaculate state. This is me during the brief moment my mama couldn't resist the temptation to hold me sans pillow case.
Ten of us headed north 300 km just to watch a certain Johor giraffe play in the Agong Cup. The same giraffe out-dribbled everyone else at the special skills competition. Too bad we didn't have a chance to see her in action. My brother fell in love with a point guard named Guganeswaran, and insists on calling him "MY Govindasamy". He won the top assist award of the tournament. Let's hope he comes to Singapore in June for the SEABA Championship.
One thing I learned about the North-South highway is that it's really sleep inducing. Coffee doesn't help. Money doesn't either. I'm not sure who to thank that I'm still alive. But then again, I can't die, can I?
These are the laochios who were conned by my mama into making the trip.
Since my mama only ever ogles at washing machines at Courts, Harvey Norman and Safe, somebody please offer practical advice. What's the best brand? Which is better, top or front load? I've done both. Top-load together with xiaopor, who simply refused to sink. He's got a cute head which bobs up and down in the water. Lots of people say xiaopor is cuter than me. Oh well. I have no comments on that. My mama was horrified by the whirr of white when I went front-load. So that was the last time she put me into a washing machine with her own hands. Anyway, now she's eyeing this new $1999 model sold at Courts. It's a washer-cum-dryer. Somebody stop her. $1999 could buy me 500 years of clothes.
I went to Cheras on boxing day in the purple-and-white pillow case since my mama insisted on preserving my immaculate state. This is me during the brief moment my mama couldn't resist the temptation to hold me sans pillow case.
Ten of us headed north 300 km just to watch a certain Johor giraffe play in the Agong Cup. The same giraffe out-dribbled everyone else at the special skills competition. Too bad we didn't have a chance to see her in action. My brother fell in love with a point guard named Guganeswaran, and insists on calling him "MY Govindasamy". He won the top assist award of the tournament. Let's hope he comes to Singapore in June for the SEABA Championship.
One thing I learned about the North-South highway is that it's really sleep inducing. Coffee doesn't help. Money doesn't either. I'm not sure who to thank that I'm still alive. But then again, I can't die, can I?
These are the laochios who were conned by my mama into making the trip.
posted by :O at 1:57 AM
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