I came with the intention to finish up my radio report, as I have yet to answer the last qn. I keep tellin' myself to read my Social Psychology and Communication textbk, but here I am. Bloggin'. I had the sudden inspiration, a need to blog just now, but havin' switched on my mac, i are haz no ideaz. I'm really hungry. Shall look for food. Starky always says that at 2am, Imma transform into some werepig (think werewolf) and then Imma scour the whole house for bite-sized treats. Slappp siol. xD


So happy to see my dearest pokerface! AHAHAHA. I love the fact that even with The Outbreak, you still look good! Your skin is really good. (Y) Too bad you're too 'SHY' to take photos with meee!

After explorin' the unexplored parts of JP, this seemin'ly nice PRC promoter offered to gimme some hand cream for free if I agreed to let her wash my hands. Get that. Wash my hands. Like whutt. Nvrtheless, I tot why not? and plummeted to this (almost) nvrendin' speech as she was tryin' to hard sell the exfoliation cream for my face. She said, in her machine-gun Chinese accent that altho my complexion is okay, my pores are blocked and they can't breathe. Overtime, the lower part of my face, namely the parts around my mouth would darken and I would look horrible.

Nice. Just wanted to hear, really.

When she asked what kinda facial foam I use, I didn't know wth she was sayin'. The Chinese term for that is like, I dunno, so difficult to rmb, and with her thick accent, it was impossible for me to comprehend and answer. I HARH?-ed so many times that Ren just kept laughin' at me.

Quote 1:
Promoter: (in Mandarin) Your friend is laughin'. Why is he laughin'? Do you know?
Me: Err. (to Ren) Shuddup lah.

I couldn't break it to her that it was the lost-in-translation that had amused him so badly. In fact, frm the time when she first approached us till she made me sit down and have my hands washed, Ren couldn't catch a thing she was sayin' coz she spoke so blardy fast. It took me a while to get used to her accent. Seriously, if one can't speak properly and coherently, how can one be a promoter? I are not knowz.

The 'nice' promoter maintained a strong eye-contact with me at ALL TIMES. It was a lil unnervin' to me, as she rubbed the exfoliation cream on my right hand repeatedly while lookin' deep, DEEP into my soul and blabberin' away. Thruout that whole thing I just kept stealin' glances at my own hand, thinkin', "Omgosh, pls wash my hand properly!" At the end of the whole thing, she makes you look at the skin on both your hands and you CAN really SEE the diff. My right hand was smoother, and whiter, no more uneven brown spots blah blah blah.

Wow. Pretty darn good. So how much aye?

(in Mandarin) "We're havin' a 50% discount now! Only $39.90 now. The usual price is $68. Use it only once a week, and the whole tube can last you for a whole year! If you divide out properly, it's only how many cents a day?!"

WHAT? One year?! Siao one. Nah I didn't say that to her of course.

After her relentless fight for commission, I managed to get myself outta the situation by lyin' that I'd bring my mum the followin' day to try this product for herself. The shop assistant (dang I forgot to see her name-tag coz her STARE makes you feel compelled to MEET THAT STARE. Unsettlin' much? Definitely.) said that if the discount doesn't come by tmr anymore, dun regret, becoz I've seen so many girls who come back after a few days and look like their tears were gonna fall down their faces coz the price of the exfoliator had already gone back to 68 bucks.

Yeh yeh yeh whatever. Just let me go.

I think Ren was still amused even after I finally left that pushy lady.

Quote 2:
Me: Feel the difference of my hands!
Ren: *looks* There's no difference.
Me: =_= FEEL. The difference.
Ren: *feels* *pauses* Ohh.

Actually I think he's still unconvinced. But ahwells. When I started complainin' abt that promoter, Ren was like, "I tot you looked REALLY interested in what she had to say to you." Well yeah, I did look interested. But it was all part of the plan aye. As what Andrew Matthews once wrote in one of his books, use the "Broken Record Syndrome". First agree with the salesperson, then keep rejectin' him/her repeatedly, like a broken record.

E.g.:
Yes, I agree with you that this product is good, but NO, I dun want it.
Yes, I know you've to feed a family of 5 but NO, I dun want it.
Yes, the economy's lookin' good but NO, I dun want it.
Yes, the last day of the sale is today but NO, I dun want it.

Get the drift?

I was agreein' with her when I looked earnestly into her eyes, but in the end I still rejected her anyways. And I had the feelin' that if I dun look interested, or act in some other way that I am, she's gonna drum more facts into my brain. Not awesome at all. It's smart of her to use the right-hand-compared-with-left-hand strategy to convince customers. But now whut. I've imbalanced skin tones for both my hands coz they look different now?! And the worst thing was, after the 'treatment' my right hand felt weird. I felt as tho one entire layer of the skin just got PEELED in the exfoliation process. I know. That's the point of exfoliation, but still, my skin felt SUPES WEIRD. I dunno how to tell you, mon.

Alright. Enough said abt that fair lady. Regardin' the title of this post, I seriously didn't know that there were so many many shops in JP! Some of the shops that used to be only seen in town or Bugis can now be found at JP, like Yacht 21, Mitju, Billy Bombers, etc. Amazin' much? HELL YEAH.

Quote 3:
Ren: You look like a lost sheep.
Me: I AM a lost sheep.

Dang, why do I always feel like a tourist even tho I'm a Singaporean? I think I hang out at town too much. I are haz to try new places to rumbleeee.

And Ren, how's THIS for an updated blog eh? Time for YOU to do the same.

Good Night online world, Hello radio report.