Some skills have to be taught or learnt through practice like cooking, swimming, etc. Other skills are already genetically encoded into your muscle, brain or wherever. Walking, eating for instance. I believe that taking a shower falls under the 2nd category.

You would think that everyone has a different method of taking a shower. The order of soaping has so many different configurations. Which part of your body do you soap first/last? Either way, there is only one true order of execution that maximizes cleanliness and minimizes time spent. Continue Reading…

Soggy Biscuit is not a cracker that is damp. Well actually it is. But it is also the name of a game that originated when I was in secondary school. By originate I mean heard of.

It was a game that was so shocking, so brutal, so disgusting that I never believed it existed. It was a game of courage. Courage to sign up, courage to participate, courage to expose yourself to the visual torture that you will no doubt experience, courage to bear the consequence of losing. Also, no actual proof was given of the game taking place.

I have never heard an actual 1st hand account from a participant, or even a bystander, for that matter. That is, until a month ago. Continue Reading…

I’m suppose to be updating on a regular basis, but it seems my lazy bones got the better of me. (Quite obvious isn’t it?)

As you can see, I’ve barely updated.

Though the saying goes ‘promises are meant to be broken‘, this particular agreement I made, if broken, may disclose potential catastrophic results!

I am not dramatizing!

Sabby is not going to pleased. Not pleased at all.

You have to understand that Sabby isn’t the ‘forgive and forget‘ kinda gal. She can come up with dozens of treacherous punishments within SECONDS!

The worst punishment you ask? Continue Reading…

After much psyching from Princessa (which I prefer calling Sabby), I was forcefully gently persuaded to create this blog with the purpose of recording my daily activities (esp. food related ones).

This is the first entry of my new blog so I’m going to keep it relatively short.

I, like many a local lad, am a food lover and together with the beautiful Princessa and less-so MissCel (or rather Cel) pls don’t hit me!, we frequently travel around Singapore indulging in various eatables, thereafter rating the food.

Instead of the traditional 5 or even 10 stars rating, my rating system is based on trash-ability.

The lesser number of trashcans received, the less ghastly the grub is.

More is not always better. Some might say less is the new more.

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