迷路兵

Concoction: 1 miniature bottle Bailey's Irish Cream Original (50ml), 1 glass Milo 'peng' approx. 250ml
Where: Prata shop behind Clarke Quay
When: After band practice on a hot Sunday afternoon
Accompanying food: Mutton Murtabak
Reviewer's frame of mind: Thirsty and indifferent (as opposed to being emo)

The Taste Test
Colour
Dark brown with floating Milo bits (No, it did not look as good as in the picture, the picture was taken off wikipedia).

Nose
Chocolate-y with whiff of whiskey.

Palate
Sweet, chocolate-y, creamy.

Finish
Yes, I finished it.

The creamy liqeur blended extremely well with the chocolate and malt beverage. Loved it. 5 out of 5 stars. Highly recommended for athletes in the Milo School Soccer Program.

(This is post-dated as I have previously saved it as a draft and completely forgotten about it)

Theory of Evolution (Hypothesis #3)

I've had this hypothesis i.e. useless observation since I was 17 (Yes, I am very adept at remembering the unimportant stuff in life) that there's a greater number of prettier girls living in the eastern part of Singapore due to the concentration of affluent residential estates in that area.

My premise is simple; big bungalows => rich families => rich men and their pretty wives with big boobs => offspring who have a 50% chance of taking after their mothers.

There are two ways to test this hypothesis:
1. Wait till I'm rich enough to marry a former supermodel/beauty queen/offspring of above-mentioned.
2. Girls who fit the above criteria, please leave your email in the comments section. I'll contact you for a simple survey and photograph, which will then be analysed using a statistical method which is too complex to explain now.

Coo... Coo...

Ewen aka Botak Dark Brooding Emofreak-who-thinks-sadness-is-poetic and I were stirring kopi like 2 proper tikopeks (Yup, our kopis were not the only things being stirred) at the coffeeshop at Holland Village when we decided to engage in intellectual small-talk. (Okay, I admit, we didn't decide; it was spontaneous, because we are just so wonderfully intellectual to begin with)

One of the subjects we broached was how certain types of girls go for certain types of guys (Okay okay, so our intellectual talk didn't go beyond testosterone-motivated trivia, but hey, to each his own). With our immense knowledge of personality profiling gained from www.tickle.com, we came to a consensus that Ewen was the DBE (Dark Brooding Emofreak) who happens to be a SR (Sad Romantic), and thus will attract the AARC (Avant-garde Artistic Rock Chick) whose idea of foreplay is marching naked down Shenton Way protesting the slaying of the giant squid, while I simply cannot be categorised because I have the personality of a bluebottle maggot.

It was at that moment it dawned on me that being special/unique/different/an insect larva is over-rated. I want to be pigeon-holed. So that certain types of girls will fling themselves at certain types of me, me and me.