Digi’s radio duck ads

I keep hearing Digi’s radio duck ads and I find it very hilarious! I tried looking for them online but can’t seem to find them anywhere. Perhaps I didn’t try hard enough.

Anyway, not sure if any of you paid attention to the ads but one version has this guy narrating that he’s a duck noodles seller. Will put in his narration below but there may be some changes to it compared to the original version as I can’t remember the whole ad word for word!

My name is *** and I’m a duck noodles seller. One day, I went to the Digi counter to top up my phone and saw the poster there with cute, cute ducks smilinig at me. So friendly! Then when I go home to sell duck noodles, I keep thinking of the ducks. They are so cute, like my friend only. Because Digi helps me save money, I can take time off, go think think. In the end, I think I sell prawn noodles cause prawn got no feelings ma.

Obviously, reading it will not be as funny as listening to it over the radio because the narrator used a really Chinese taukeh accent to make it sound more hilarious. I keep chuckling to myself whenever I hear the ad on the radio.

Keep a lookout (or an ear) for it whenever you listen to the radio because I’m sure you’ll enjoy it as much as I do.

First visit to the gym

After all that talk and planning to go to the gym for the past several months, my work out buddy (WOB) and I finally hauled our asses to the gym for the very first time this morning. The classes available in the Yoga studio of the gym are for advance level and I’d much prefer to start out with the basic yoga classes first to make sure that I stretch my body right and that my yoga poses are in the correct positions.

It was difficult getting up in the morning since I’m not a morning person. It didn’t help that my sleep quality has not been good for the past week or two, which adds up my feeling fatigue and demotivated most of the time. I kept telling myself in my half asleep mode that the body I want – the lean, flabby-less, toned, slimmed body – cannot be obtain by staying in bed. A thousand miles begins with a single step (or something like that, for the love of God, I can’t remember the exact phrase!)

So, somewhere between 7.30am and 8.00am, WOB and I started our regime slow by going on the treadmill for a brisk walk. Did around 10 minutes on the treadmill before we go off and tried some arm and leg presses and abdominal workouts on the machines. Considering that it’s our very first visit to the gym after signing up, I was just trying out most of the machines to find out the difficulty of each machine and also identify, which I like best. Love the abdominal rotations, hip something and the leg presses. The rest? So-so but I know I must not avoid them in order to get a good overall workout for the whole body.

I didn’t sweat as much as I like. It’s probably due to us going around, trying various machines and familiarising ourselves with the gym. Also, it’s due to the time constraint as we need to shower and change to get to work early.

I think it’s been a fruitful time spent in the gym today. At least WOB and I will be able to better plan our next gym visit – timewise and work out plan-wise. And I love how the human traffic in the gym is bearable in the morning. I was half expecting it to be packed since many people tend to go to the gym before and after work.

Now, the discipline of getting up earlier than today to visit the gym for that idealised and targeted dream body of mine! Wish me luck, people!

What’s wrong with me?

I am such a self-destructive person. Always lingering in negative thoughts, always thinking about the past, always feeling melancholic and lonely which all leads to depression.

Even when I have a good thing going on, my actions and my words end up ripping apart the good thing I have. Or, I may be thinking what the future will hold for me, and how I really want things to turn out well. I’ll be up in the air with glimmers of all the best that could ever happen to me and boom! The negativity just descends on me without my realising it. Before long, I start brooding. All happy and positive thoughts just disippates and I’m back to being unhappy again.

Though I tried so hard to change myself for the better, I can’t help but always fall into bad habits. I get people angry and frustrated with me. I end up hating myself even more. Why can’t I just shut my mouth for once? Why do I always have to harp on the past and the bad? Why can’t I learn to love myself more? Why can’t I just take happiness at face value? Why do I have to be so self-destructive?

What’s wrong with me?