Friday, September 24, 2010
Watsons Membership Card Drifts Over!
Over the past year or so, I've found several new places that I enjoy spending more and more time at (nothing illegal!). One of these places are pharmacies like Guardian, Watsons and Caring. I can't walk past any one of them, whether in a mall or down the street, without losing my mind and automatically drifting blindly into them for a good 15 minutes or so like a blind moth towards a drugstore-fueled flame.
I'm aware that all these pharmacies stock up almost the exact same products and I see these same products every single time I go in. But I still. Must. Go. Look. I love browsing the shelves and picking up the same facial washes and reading the same product labels to myself over and over again. I make mental lists of all the things I would love to buy and I make even more lists of the things I'm pretty sure I'll get round to buying one fine day. I may have a psychological problem that needs to be addressed, but that's a story for another day.
Recently, Watsons launched their new Watsons Membership Card in Malaysia, which I initially thought was a damn good thing to finally have here (Singapore has had it for awhile already), but after much deliberation and poring over the finer details of the card, my verdict comes up as.. Indifferent.
It's RM12 to sign-up with a lifetime membership and the Watsons Membership Card can be used at any Watsons outlet in Malaysia. The lack of a membership expiry date makes my heart go all a-flutter at times. I could be using this baby until membership cards are no longer in vogue.
The main purpose of this new fangled membership card is to allow loyal *coughs* Watsons customers to collect points with their purchases, enjoy special promotional items at special member prices and invitations to exclusive events and stuff. Sounds pretty nifty eh.
Let's see how useful this card actually is. You know we're stepping in some serious business when a Pros and Cons list makes an appearance!
Pros:
Cons:
Personally, I'm not the biggest fan of the Watsons Membership Card programme for Malaysia because their 0.5% points rebate system is an insult to my intelligence and spending power (not even 1%? C'mon!), but I don't see the harm in enjoying some of the members-only discounts every month. And I know I'll be buying some pretty regular things from pharmacies anyway (us ladies are tedious like that), so I might as well get some points for my trouble in the process. I think I can spare the RM12 sign-up fee.
Well, that and the fact that I immediately signed my soul over to the card before I came up with my brilliant Cons list so I'm stuck with this card for life. I have trigger-signature-fingers.
Full details at their website here.
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Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Birthday Bits & Bobs
My 23rd birthday came and went on the 20th without much fanfare or celebrations involving more than 5 people at a time and much cake.
23 feels like such an insignificant age and number to be at, but there is nothing insignificant about the good life I've been enjoying since Day 1. It's terribly hard to be grateful about life when you feel that you aren't doing much to be grateful enough, so I try not to dwell on it.
Birthday presents were few and far between this year too, but what little I did receive are more than enough, knowing that much thought, deliberation and (hopefully) love has been put into them to give me something that I would actually want/use. I still have random birthday presents from previous years sitting unused on a shelf in my room somewhere, and I'm pleased to say that the presents I've received this year will be doing the exact opposite of that.
Something worth noting down is the the dramatic decrease of SMS/phone calls I've received to wish me happy birthday this year, but my Facebook wall and Twitter exploded. Hooray for teh interwebz!
For some special birthday noms, David tried (most successfully much to my surprise) to whisk me off to an unknown destination for dinner. Said unknown destination turned out to be Jalan Telawi in Bangsar (I'll feign unknowing-ness) and a quaint German restaurant down the street called House Frankfurt. It's the sort of joint that I've walked past without a second glance because every other shop in Bangsar is just this sort of place - dim lighting, wooden chairs and tables spilling onto the sidewalk threatening to knock your kneecaps off and plenty of white people with a lager in hand.
It wasn't very crowded because I presume not many people celebrate their birthdays on a Monday, but we managed to get a cosy little booth amidst lots of old black-and-white photos of soldier-ly looking people on the walls.
We helped ourselves to a huge and juicy pork knuckle with delightfully crunchy skin on top that threatened our arteries the minute we dared to look at it in the eye. So good. So crunchy. So chewy. So awesome at a special price because Mondays are pork knuckle nights at House Frankfurt. Score!
It was just like any other dinner night that we've shared with nonsensical topics and feeling awkward together in new surroundings. And I'm not complaining because it'll feel like I'm celebrating something with him every day then. What a bonus!
I'm a year older and none the wiser. Not sure if it's going to improve this time next year, but I shall remain optimistic!!
P.S. Will be posting up pictures from one of my birthday presents this year soon. Massive amounts of excitement in store!
Meet Moxy.
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Friday, September 03, 2010
A little W.E.I.R.D.
Sometimes, things get a little too W.E.I.R.D.
Yeap folks, it's another sessions of Wildly Erratic and Intensely Random Dreams!
This dream happened a few nights ago and I'm positive the only reason I still remember it is because it involves a car and elephants.
I had another dream before this elephant one. I was taking a trip to a city via a train. It was somewhat LRT-ish but being a dream, the train carriage was huge with more than enough room for everyone. I had a friend with me, but I can't remember who. What I do remember is scolding my friend for sitting so far away from me in said train.
Even in my dreams, I have abandonment issues.
I must have woken up and fell back to sleep again because the dream took a different turn and I found myself talking to a group of people who were telling me what to do in an emergency. A very specific type of emergency - what to do when your car is submerged underwater.
The instructions given seemed pretty simple and foolproof - hold your breath, wind down/kick the windows of the car and swim out. As I'm trying to analyse my dream now, I don't know if I should be worried or not that what my subsconscious tries to pass off as survival skills can be read from the back of a cereal box.
With a head full of trust and no inhibitions, I got into a car with the same group of strangers and we drove off (I definitely don't like to drive in dreams and real life). Where we were heading, no one seemed to be telling.
After getting a lesson on what to do when a car is submerged underwater, take a gamble as to what happened next.
Of course, the car suddenly swerved violently, headed straight for a low red brick wall at full speed. We crashed and tipped over the low red brick wall right in to an exceptionally deep pond. Murky pond water immediately started filling up the car and within seconds, it was completely submerged.
I'd like to take a moment to congratulate my dream self on remembering exactly what I was trained to do in such an emergency and keep a calm head. Is this an indication of my fight-or-flee tendencies?
Anyway, like it was something that happened every other day to me, I calmly held my breath, kicked out the windows of the car and swam up to the surface. I might be a little selfish too because I don't think I bothered to find out what happened to the rest of the people who were in the car with me. Gotta always look out for #1 ;)
As I made my way up to the surface, something huge swam past me. It was an elephant. What the..???
That may have made me panic a little (I don't break a sweat in a car crash but an underwater pachyderm sends my spider senses tingling. Priorities!) so I swam up faster and finally reached the water's surface.
What I thought was a random pond turned out to be a pool in an elephant enclosure in the zoo. Was that where the car was headed to? The zoo?
As I clambered out of the pool soaking wet and spitting out bits of pond weed, an elephant surfaced out of the pool right behind me and glared at me as though I'd interrupted it's morning swim.
I then nonchalantly walked over to the nearest tap and washed myself clean.
Erm.. I'm not even going to try deciphering this one.
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