ode to the ice-cream pints

you know, there's nothing going on in my life.

seriously. i don't know how people can blog every single day about their lives and make it sounds like a movie climax every single time.

because for me, every day is the same day. if i don't know any better, i'd say i'm the truman in the truman show movie.

if you ask me what did i do today, well i woke up, went to work, blew some fire inside my boss' office, worked some more, then went back home.

i'm pretty sure i could do all that in my sleep by now.

gosh am i leading such a boring life?

i guess, after so many years leading this working life, everything is already dangerously set to routines.

ok so maybe i'd be late for work one day. big deal. i've been late many times before too.

maybe if i were to wake up late to a completely another day, then maybe it could become something out-of-this-world but that's so not gonna happen.

so considering nothing on top of my head that is worth blogging for, let me just blog about ice-cream.

the other day i had a craving for a magnum ice-cream.

you know, the one with eva longoria on the advertisement. the sole reason that she was inside it made me wanna try.

because it's unusual. i mean, people endorse beauty products, watches, even shaving tools all the time but ice cream?

it's like madonna suddenly endorse a cup cake.

plus, it's eva we're talking about here, that classy ex-model in wisteria lane, who is by the way, as slim as a dance pole. she's the last object that ppl could associate with ice cream surely.

so i went to the store and try to find one. to tell you the truth, i'm not even so much of an ice cream eater. except maybe occasional cone ice creams in super hot weather, but normally in my book, it's a no-go.

to my surprise, it costs $3.90 for one. that's expensive, no? just for some sweetened iced thingy on a stick? you could almost buy a whopper with that money. or maybe half a seat in the cinema.

nevertheless, i bought it. that was after a few days of buy-no-buy because mysteriously the rain started pouring down like nobody's business causing the weather all chilly everytime i wanted to buy one.


my verdict? hmm ok it wasn't bad. i think it's kind of good, but nothing that made me lose sleep about. ok maybe fretting about the calories i consumed could made me, but the ice cream was fine.





i told this to my female colleagues the next day, hoping they could help explain the logic behind their spesies' ice cream demeanours but instead, they recommended me ben & jerry ice cream.

and i was like, 'did you mean, 'tom' & jerry?'

apparently it was not. in fact they said this is the closest you could get to heaven. in a female's world that is. you'd think they're having an orgasm hearing them describing the joy in consuming this ben & jerry stuff.

ok maybe i should give this a try too.

so just now while i was shopping in the grocery store, i detoured to the ice cream section.

ok there were so many boxes. which one? maybe the one with a cat and a mouse's picture on it?

oh ok i found it. there were so many rows of boxes, or pints as they called it, arranged somewhat neatly in the open freezer. some addicts must have scrambled through all this boxes.

and i glanced upwards to see the tag...

what? ..$13.50? ..and that was after the sale price.

wow what does the ice made of? some remote eternal youth spring water from barbados or something?

man, no wonder female is such a high maintanence walking machine.

i for one, definitely don't need a $13.50 ice cream to fly me to heaven. maybe a good movie show will. or a nice KFC outings. even just a hot cup of marble mocha macchiato.

only those aren't in my boring everyday routine unfortunately...



...ed