Go face to face with the world's biggest bear

here.

 

Before it's gone from the tropics forever.

 

Come on, show some support for my superior species!

High standards

"When you raise the bar high enough, it's easy to get through."

Size matters

This is minipor. 10 years ago, before I was born, my mama used to bring him around in her pocket. Then I came along and there wasn't any more space in my mama's pocket or anywhere else (maybe even the heart) for that matter. He wasn't known as minipor then. Nobody remembers (or cares to) what my mama called him. Being part of the :O family, he's technically Mama's kid, but just in case you'd like to know, he once resided in a McD's Happy Meal paper box. His original family consisted of three other members: Elephant, Giraffe and Tiger. It's just weird that minipor is known as my younger sibling. I guess size does matter.

See the tiny little hair sticking out? Minipor isn't a very neat kid. Then there's minipor 2, who isn't as handsome (hence no photo available). If you know whereabouts of any of the original McD family, drop a line, or send a photo to minipor's pseudo big brother.

Getting there

"Wherever you go, there you are!"

The three phases of life

1    You do something to prove to others you can do it.

 

2    You do something to prove to yourself you can do it.

 

3    You don't do anything anymore because what's the point when you already know goddamnwell you can do it.

 

Now you know why all I ever do is sit there silently. Well, sometimes I blog, because my mama needs to be entertained...

 

Carbs and fats

More people have expressed their unbridled love for LJS fries. This is not surprising at all. Lots of people still stuff their mouths with burning grass and proclaim it's heavenly. Many of these live to a ripe old age and progress to fatter rolls of smokin' herbs. I guess the first step to enjoying life, having a bit of fun, is to sacrifice some health. The other option is to be a polyester wonder that lives forever.

My mama's friends ever told her "bread makes you stupid". Maybe there's some truth in it. You can't be very smart if you're sick.

Home sweet home

I dislike staying in the west-most corner of Singapore. My brother doesn't even care where I am at a given particular time.
"Maybe in Maybel's room..."
Whaddaya mean maybe? I bet my dearest bro said that because Maybel sounds like maybe.
Anyway, to make up for the lack of attention to me, and to avoid being murdered by my mama, my bro took me home, where I now witness in disgust the feeble attempts at turning TV-watching into some sort of knowledge accumulation exercise.
So here I am, at home. This is the photo I MMS-ed to my mama to turn her into a puddle.

Just 6 numbers

Random thought of the day:

 

Why can't my mama strike toto???

Soggy fries that taste OK aren't good for you

I don't think Singapore is going to ban trans fat anytime soon. After all, we do have a health promotion board. And if you want to be obese, it's entirely within your right to, as opposed to say, erm, gambling together with strangers at a consulate.

So, from our HPB, we are spoonfed the truth (?) about the unhealthy food you eat. Yes, you, since I don't have a mouth.

Which of the following french fries taste the least bad when cold and soggy?
Ronald's
Colonel's
King's
Pirate's

40 days, and counting

I haven't seen my mama since 23 September. :(

Magnitudes of disaster

In ascending order:

 

One moron

One moron with one opinion

One moron with many opinions

Many morons with many opinions

Many morons with one opinion

 

The last one is eerily familiar...