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30 October, 2008

Macau Part II: Air travel woes

02:18:06 | Random Musing, Travel | writebacks (6)

Just when you thought it was safe to go to the toilet.

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Yes, that girl in the comic strip is supposed to be me. ;)

I must especially emphasize the fact that the plane ride was extremely smooth until the time I decided to go to the toilet. Then Mister Turbulence came and shook the plane for a bit while I struggled to balance in the little lavatory. (Have you ever tried maintaining your balance in a claustrophobia-inducing environment on board a shaky plane?!?) Scooted back to my seat … and then the turbulence stopped and the seatbelt signs flicked off in less than two minutes.

Boy, talk about bad timing!

And one thing about trying to walk upright on board a plane during turbulence is the inevitable wave of ’seasickness’ which plagues me for the next one or two days. You know, the feeling as if you’re still on board a shaky plane even though you’re seated at your desk on firm, solid ground?

And I think I should draw more comic strips like these.

Stay tuned for Macau Part III. ;)

19 October, 2008

Help is here, for ye’ all who have bladder problems!

02:41:33 | Little Things, Random Musing | writebacks (5)

Was in the midst of a project meeting in the late evening when a familiar ‘TING!’ sound resonated from my computer - indicating the arrival of an email in my school inbox.

On cue, the notification box popped up.

Typically, I don’t really care when emails come in since most of them turn out to be intra-school spam anyway. (E.g. Co-curricular groups promoting their events, day-to-day preaching by the higher school management and yadda yadda which I just cannot be arsed to read.)

This particular email was a from a group which called SMU Peerhelpers.

Somehow, I decided to pay attention to this one because … I don’t really know, actually.

Maybe because there was just something so blatantly wrong about their subject line? Something just looked strange, but I couldn’t place my finger immediately on exactly what. It only struck me after a few seconds.

Take a look for yourself.

All of a sudden, SMU Peerhelpers has transformed into SMU Peehelpers.

PEE HELPERS?!?!?

Have you seen a doctor for your bladder problems today? Bladder stones blocking the path of your usual steady stream of pee? Having problems preventing yourself from pee-ing all over the sidewalk? Maybe the pee helpers can help.

Heeheeheehee.

02 October, 2008

Butt’ in the middle of nowhere.

04:52:04 | Daily Life, Random Musing | writebacks (6)

Mum and I were at Bedok Central just a night ago when we spotted a little boy peeing in a small grass patch near the parade square with the aid of his mum (she was helping to hold his pants while her little dude had his pee).

And the little dude’s butt was visible to the whole world.

Okay, I exaggerate - it was completely visible to whoever was milling around the parade square at least.

It’s nice to be young and ignorant, without a single inhibition about showing off your privates in public. But it would be nice if the mum at least decided to let her little fountain of a kid have his leak somewhere else more secluded, instead of in the middle of a wide open space in full view of everyone.

Like that field a stone’s throw away which is lined with bushes? (So that the general public can be spared the view of his ahem.)

Or the nearest toilet which is less than a three minute walk away, at Burger King.

Of course, the bare butt was the first thing that caught my eye, because it was so bliming’ obvious. So I grimaced, leaned over to my mum and remarked - “I feel like saying ‘shame, shame‘ very loudly when we walk past that kid.”

And that was the lesser of the two evils.

What I really wanted to do was to recite the entire ’shame shame’ poem at that little fellow which goes - ‘Shame, shame. Baboo shame. Kachang puteh lima shame.’

I expected my mum to rebuke me for being so mean. (She knows my animosity towards kids very well, considering how I am constantly coming up with ways and means to annihilate any kid that crosses my path, beginning with my biggest wish of flattening kids running around at Carrefour with a trolley.)

Instead, she sniggered and agreed.

“Me too,” says she.

But we didn’t, of course.

Conscience and sheer pity for the kid soon took over, and we only broke into giggles when we were safely out of sight.

Out of curiousity - did you as a kid, ever pee’d before in public?
(And please tell me you did it in a bush.)