this is probably the one and only time in my life i will ever watch a competition like this.
mrs singapore is essentially miss singapore, er... "advanced."
rav4's boss is a participant, so i shall not elaborate.
one ticket costs fifty bloody bucks. but we had free tickets so it's just an eye opener for us.
ironically, the most interesting bits are the kids' performances.
soooo cutez. makes you want to swallow them whole.
i'm kidding.
i nearly died laughing when she flashed the signs.
then she left on that stupid-looking motor bike in the background.
it even has sirens.
in the end, every single participant gets awarded something. as a way to make women happy, as a way for them to relive their youths, a way to make them feel desirable and beautiful again (if they ever were), i think this event is wonderful.
they must indeed feel very happy at having won something, apparently oblivious to the fact that every single other person hasbloody won something too.
they have all sorts of awards.. mrs body beautiful.. mrs elegant...
etc etc; they must have spent considerable effort thinking them up.
i have a brilliant idea.
instead of wasting brain juice, just get a bloody thesaurus and start naming the awards "mrs beautiful", "mrs pretty", "mrs gorgeous", "mrs sexy", "mrs desirable", or whatever.
heck, they can have hundreds of awards. "mrs beautiful eyebrow", "mrs quite beautiful", "mrs sibeh beautiful", etc etc...
rav4 has very pretty colleagues. no wonder she didn't want to let me see them.
muahahahaha.
okay so basically we were typical raving fans and i played my part of blowing the whistle like a mad man while munching on my potato chips.
i must have been very loud and powerful because at the end of it all, rav4 told me she was half deaf in the left ear.
poor rav4.
as a 3rd party spectator, this event was really fun and interesting. but as i was telling rav4, if in future my wife is this kind of person, i will divorce her.
mrs singapore is essentially miss singapore, er... "advanced."
rav4's boss is a participant, so i shall not elaborate.
one ticket costs fifty bloody bucks. but we had free tickets so it's just an eye opener for us.
ironically, the most interesting bits are the kids' performances.
soooo cutez. makes you want to swallow them whole.i'm kidding.
i nearly died laughing when she flashed the signs.then she left on that stupid-looking motor bike in the background.
it even has sirens.
in the end, every single participant gets awarded something. as a way to make women happy, as a way for them to relive their youths, a way to make them feel desirable and beautiful again (if they ever were), i think this event is wonderful.they must indeed feel very happy at having won something, apparently oblivious to the fact that every single other person has
they have all sorts of awards.. mrs body beautiful.. mrs elegant...
etc etc; they must have spent considerable effort thinking them up.
i have a brilliant idea.
instead of wasting brain juice, just get a bloody thesaurus and start naming the awards "mrs beautiful", "mrs pretty", "mrs gorgeous", "mrs sexy", "mrs desirable", or whatever.
heck, they can have hundreds of awards. "mrs beautiful eyebrow", "mrs quite beautiful", "mrs sibeh beautiful", etc etc...
rav4 has very pretty colleagues. no wonder she didn't want to let me see them.
muahahahaha.
okay so basically we were typical raving fans and i played my part of blowing the whistle like a mad man while munching on my potato chips.
i must have been very loud and powerful because at the end of it all, rav4 told me she was half deaf in the left ear.
poor rav4.
as a 3rd party spectator, this event was really fun and interesting. but as i was telling rav4, if in future my wife is this kind of person, i will divorce her.
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