Donuts is crazy. Like in "People" he says:
People! People the time has come.... my people! Hooold on!
Or in "Glazed" the sample says:
WAKE UP WORLD! WAKE UP WORLD! WAKE UP WORLD! YOU PIECE OF S**T I'M AFRAID! TIME'S RUNNING OUT!
Or in "Don't Cry"
Lemme tell how my voice created an unbelievable baby! I can't stand to see you cry! Bay-Bay! (His daughters?)
"Stop" claims that:
Hmmmmmmm you're gonna wan't me back, in your arms. You're gonna need me! Is death real?
"Airworks" cries:
Owwwwwwwwwwwww. Oh No! Owwwwwwwwwwwww Together is where we Arrrrrrrrrrrre I don't really care.
"Walkinonit" says
Broken into, broken endiiiing! Walking down the strip! Baby I won't come back!
"Time: The Donut of the Heart" says
Okay okay, there comes a time. I looove you. The meaning of... me.
"Anti-Amercan Graffiti" tells you
My family my family is my historyyy. Crazy like the end end of the world all over again! Who's gonna take the responsibility man? Just like the doctor said! Too much too soon!
And in the middle of "Workinonit" a vocal stab says:
Why me? Why me? Save me!!!
The "Donuts (Intro)" sample is called "When I Die"

Did you also notice metaphoars not in the samples?
Like "Donuts" is a full circle, the circle of life, the intro and outro blend perfectly well together.
The Donuts Outro is the first song and the intro is the last song, is this the intro to the afterlife? Or an introduction to a new age in hip-hop in general?

When I first heard this I didn't listen carefully, but this morning I thought I'd revisit it. These aren't coincidences. Rest In Peace to J Dilla, a true genius.

LOUDER!

LJMIII

Usually when I pick her up from school, one of the other children calls out, "Ione, your daddy is here." Today it was, "Donut! Your daddy's here!" Followed by a moan of "awww, DOnut!" Apparently, she didn't want to leave. One of her "classmates" ran up to me and shoved his hand in my face - "I got the mark of the donut!" Sure enough, he had an orange, donut shaped mark scrawled across the back of his hand. A second later, two other kids were showing me their donut marks. I started feeling a little dizzy as more began crowding around me. I looked over to the craft table and all the kids there held up pink pieces of construction paper, cut into an "O" shape - "look at our donuts!!!!"

Suddenly, Donut (that's my daughter, Donut, not the other Donuts) called out, "Who here is named Donut?!?!" One at a time, every single child raised their hand and began jumping in place, "I'm Donut! I'm Donut! Me! Me!" There was a quick flash when I swore I saw Brad Pitt standing in the hallway for a millisecond, reminding me I am not a unique and beautiful snowflake.

The next thing I knew - and this is neither a lie nor an exaggeration - 15 preschoolers were surrounding me, hands in the air, jumping in place, chanting "donut! donut! donut!" And, I thought, "she's gonna make one hell of a revolutionary someday."

I'm not a point card person, but I do have a Mister Donut card.

I'd been saving up points to get a free pencil case, or maybe a cushion the size of my hand (maybe it's a hand cushion?), when disaster struck.

I lost all my points.

They are only good for one year. Happy anniversary loser. What a rip-off!

I'll have to increase my doughnut consumption this year.

I love doughnuts.

Honey dips are my favourite: simple yet sugary. I don't understand people who like those dry "old fashion" ones. They should just stick to pound cake.

But I'm not a total doughnut totalitarian.

When I bring doughnuts to work for my co-workers, I include a few old fashion ones.

I'm nice like that....

and my boss likes those crappy doughnuts as well.

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Remember a few weeks back we discovered that the old run down lounge on the corner of 145th and St. Nicholas was going to be changed into a Dunkin Donuts? Well, here they are jolting this tired corner back to life with a shots caffine and sugar.

I stumbled watching a news report yesterday when one lady who worked for Tim Hortons got fired for giving away a timbit to a customer - a baby-in-arms with a mother. Nicole Lilliman, a 27-year-old single mother of four children was working at a London, Ontario-area Tim Hortons the other day and she served a baby who was with her mother a timbit. Nicole did not realized that her actions was caught on video surveillance . It wasn't a day after until the manager of the Tim Horton's franchise ask her to see what she had done. As a result, she was fired.

It really saddens me that her ex-manager has gone her too far. She was crying and many bloggers - including myself looked into a second opinion of that (one user wrote one, while the other one wrote another in their own perspectives). The incident was spreading like wildfire, giving a broad media attention. The craze goes as far as Texas, New York State, California and so on....even China! As a result of the case, she was later rehired by the company.

Nicole Lilliman stated in an interview: "It was just out of my heart, she (the toddler) was pointing and going 'ah, ah...' I should have gone to my purse and got the change, but it was busy,"

For those foreigners out there who don't know what a timbit is, they are tiny donut holes and they come in a wide range of flavours including chocolate, dutchie cream, strawberry filled and so on. A single lousy timbit cost about $0.16CDN (sixteen cents) and many customers opt in to buy in boxes of 10, 20 or even 40 timbits.

Tim Hortons later issued a statement and apologizes to Nicole Lilliman for her ordeal:

"Unfortunately the action of the manager of this location was not appropriate, nor grounds for dismissal," a statement from Tim Hortons said Thursday. "With an apology from management, Ms. Lilliman has been rehired by the franchisee."

As one song shows, "There's a class for this" (in reference to a song by a band called Cute is What We Aim For).

Back to Nicole now and this is what she also state: "I just wasn't happy with the whole thing, They said that I graciously took my job back, but I just took my job back. I need that paycheque in two weeks."

With her ordreal over, she still works with Tim Hortons - but at another location in the London area - she took her duties working at the Drive Thru.

Good thing that Phreak615 wasn't witnessing the action as it unfolded! To finish this blog off, I'm leaving you two music videos by my favourite band, Simple Plan. These music videos are "Your Love is a Lie" and "When I'm Gone". The reason that I choosed "When I'm Gone" and this is especially dedicated to Nicole Lilliman and her ex-manager of the Tim Hortons (the place that where she formerly worked at) because the video is asking them, "You're gonna miss me when i'm gone?" Enjoy the music videos.

Simple Plan - "When I'm Gone":

Simple Plan - "Your Love is a Lie":

References:

"Woman fired for giving 16-cent treat to toddler." Thomson Reuters. 8 May 2008. 9 May 2008 <http://ca.reuters.com/article/domesticNews/idCAN0836799020080508>.

" Fast food woman fired, excused for giving free doghnut." Xinhua News Agency. 9 May 2008. 9 May 2008 <http://news.xinhuanet.com/english/2008-05/09/content_8134948.htm>

"Tim Hortons apologizes, rehires mom who gave away Timbit." Canwest News Service. 8 May 2008. 9 May 2008 <http://www.canada.com/topics/news/story.html?id=aaf9eba6-3bf3-4aff-a5af-2720d6c92dec>

"Woman fired, rehired for giving baby free Timbit." Toronto Sun. 8 May 2008. 9 May 2008 <http://www.torontosun.com/News/TorontoAndGTA/2008/05/08/5506961.html>

"Rehired Timbit mom needs the dough." Toronto Star. 9 May 2008. 9 May 2008 <http://www.thestar.com/News/Canada/article/423225>

"Mom gets job back." London Free Press. 9 May 2008. 9 May 2008 <http://lfpress.ca/newsstand/News/Local/2008/05/09/5515571-sun.html>

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But the single mother of four, who's been employed by the donut chain for three years, was reinstated today, after Tim Hortons' head office intervened. However, she'll now be working at a different location.

"I have been fired for giving a baby a Timbit," she said. "It was just out of my heart—she was pointing and going 'ah, ah. . .' I should have gone to my purse and got the change, but it was busy."

Apparently, "Timbits [sometimes called donut holes in the US] are often doled out to dogs and children," and Ms. Lilliman had completely forgotten about the incident, until she was called into the manager's office two days later.

Unbelievably, she was ambushed by THREE managers who said she'd been caught on video, giving free food to a child. (According to some reports, Timbits sell for about 16 cents each.)

Then they fired her for THEFT!

Anyway... glad to see she got her job back.

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You see, because of him and his planned attack on Robert, a fellow Canadian, I very nearly lost some of my fraccy bits and pieces.

I know.

You're as outraged as I am now, aren't you?

It seems that Olga the Traveling Bra went to spend some time with Speedcat, and (as if any of us are surprised) as a true member of the male gender, how do you think Speedcat is entertaining Olga?

Going to the movies? A nightclub? A friendly backyard barbecue gathering with all his friends (to which I'm quite certain Frank, the Sedentary Jockstrap would've made the trip to attend), or even a day spent at local museums and art galleries?

Noooooooooo.

No, Speedcat chose to entertain Olga by using her as a catapult to launch messy, sticky jelly donuts into the sky in hopes that they would come down on poor Robert. Though he launched two donuts, only one came down on Robert... and that my friends is where the fracas enters the picture.

It seems one of the donuts went astray and there was fallout. The story (from here on) gets a bit graphic though. Please only continue reading if you think you can handle talk of nudity and violence.

I, like another of Hollydale's aquaintances, had heard about Nekkid Gardening Day, and like Wendy, reasoned that I could in fact, get more accomplished in the garden without the burden of clothes. After all, don't swimmers shave their bodies to make better time? I have a large yard. Gardening without clothes seemed to be the perfect solution for how to get more of this nasty spring cleanup done in less time. Being on a corner, I have only one neighbour to worry about and I knew for sure they were gone.

There I was, in solidarity with Wendy, when I heard that ominous whistling sound a gal like me only knows from watching old WWII movies. A bomb? Couldn't be. Not only am I Canadian, but I live in Saskatchewan! No one is interested in bombing Saskatchewan! I mean, according to everything everyone knows... we're just flat land here and a bomb wouldn't even do any real damage anyway. In fact, a crater or two placed correctly, with a few good rains afterwards, might even be a good thing. We do like our lakes up here. Gives us all somewhere to go for summer holidays, since everyone knows there's nothing else exciting here!

I looked up and couldn't believe my eyes. Heading towards me with the fury of a teenage boy after his first dirty magazine, was none other than a battery of sprinkles.

Donut sprinkles.

I, like a character from a Mission Impossible movie, dove, rolled and narrowly escaped being peppered with shrapnel-like bits of candy.

It was then that I remembered I was gardening nekkid, and while the fraccy bits and pieces are still intact, I have suffered a bit of lawn-burn in some very inconvenient places.

I have recorded (for evidence) the sprinkles in the fraccy lawn. You'll just have to take my word on the lawn-burn. Well... unless there happens to arrive in my paypal, some substantial "donations" at which point I may post photos of the fraccy burns.

This, my dear fraccers, is why I am terribly upset with Hollydale. I've been thinking about what he could possibly do to make up for all of my pain and suffering and I think I've found the answer. Of course, there's always this too.

If not... I suppose I could add his name to the cauldron's "to do" list. If he's not sure which is his better option, he might want to ask someone with experience... or even Shinade (though I've never used the cauldron on her, she may be able to attest to such things since she is a regular fraccer). In fact, if it wasn't for her making Hollydale's crime known to fracas, I may never have known who was to blame for my suffering.

Although this incident was no laughing matter, perhaps you'll find something funny over at Humor-Blogs. If you, like me, think Hollydale owes me a pair of shoes an apology for my pain and suffering... share this post with others. Perhaps we'll convince him with some good old peer pressure!

 

Donuts to me are like lollipop, I like them occasionally, not on a regular basis but once a while. There is sort of a fatigue feeling whenever I eat them, as a result of the 'air' inside the donuts. I don't actually like my donut to be too 'creative', I like them simple, the classics - chocolate donuts, strawberry with candy sprinkles, etc... The fancy donuts usually taste 'different' in a bad sense, just not the perfect match.

My family have been buying quite a few boxes of these donuts back recently and I just love opening these boxes and see all the different designs on these circle shaped food. Interestingly, before I have ever had a chance to eat any of them, I see two or three donuts left in the box of dozen. Seriously, my family are 'dozillanuts' eater, they manage to finish a lot of donuts within a few hours. So I normally left a few bad donuts to eat.

it's been SIX days since i last blogged. and much has happened within this short period of time! HAHA :)

on labour day, all teachers and army boys took a break! so wonderful to see everyone again, yes even those two TK boys. hahahaha. unfortunately as with ALL gatherings where army guys are involved, half the time the conversation is steered towards their sadistic sirs, the crazy [and some pretty] girls who are in bloody OCS and ghost stories of camp.  hmmmmmm. is it any wonder the girls do get really bored? i guess we're better off having an all-girls' thingymajig. or maybe we can duct-tape the guys' mouths when we meet up in future. muahahaha! anyway, the food at hanabi is really good. in my opinion of better standard than sakae's offerings. HEHEH!

it's difficult playing guitar AND singing at the same time can??!?

on saturday i went to send mayo off. back to indo la! i'm thinking if we go overseas we can go indo and let her bring us around. haha :) and i went to metro expo sale before church. SURPRISINGLY there were very little people there, not even a queue at the cashier area. i bought my mum her mother's day gift alr! (HAVE YOU GOT YOURS YET? o.0)

yeah and i got called up for NTU Linguistics interview on thurs night. zomg, they sure work overtime there man. anyway, the interview was on monday. it went alright. i was like 10 minutes late, but because it's writing test first i didnt lose out. topic: singlish has no grammar. GO FIGURE. haha. 30 mins test on a single-side of a foolscap, then we proceeded to the professors' offices and waited. i didnt wait for long cuz they called me up FIRST. i dont know whether it's a good thing or bad thing that i was first. but anyway, i got a nice lady professor who introduced herself as yingying [like, does she expect me to call her that?!?] bascially, she only touched on my essay for 5 mins. to think i prepared so hard for it -.- then she asked me if i was sad that sociology didnt want me [of course she didnt phrase it like that, but that WAS the question], which one would i choose if both NTU and NUS offer me a place, whether i'd be comfortable with learning a new language, what career options i had in mind [which honestly i dont know when it comes to this] bla bla.. and then when she asked if i had any questions and i asked how many people they'd alr accepted (obviously it's confidential but i just asked) she said...

"let's put it this way. we have over 1,000 applications for 50 spaces."

FIFTY?!? IT'S JUST NUTS MAN, HOW TO FIGHT FOR A PLACE LIKE THAT!
but anyway, overall i thought the interview went okay, she said a lot of 'interesting's, so maybe i have a high chance. muahahaha.

then yesterday morning i got woken up by a call from NUS. going for FASS interview on friday. must bring certs and portfolio.. as if i have alot like that. anyway i'm getting this chance because i filled up the discretionary admission portion lor. imagine if i didnt! anyway i wonder if anyone i know will be going.. i dont wanna go alone leh =/ at least the NTU one jasmine was there for her business interview. it's be nice to have a companion at those kinda things. HAHA.

i met up with adele after i got the call. before that i went to excelsior to get my guitar picks. then we lunched at taka and talked nonsense.. we didnt SHOP la. must save money man! saving money is good. oh i bought donut factory spicy cheese for her special treat! then the rest of the donuts were shared equally among joshua joan jun and me in the evening at whitesands. we had a very fun fellowship/discipleship.

and so we come to today.. nothing much has happened yet. it's only twelve noon la. but anyway life's looking up! for me at least.

and to all my friends who are anxious and sick of waiting.. DONT FRET! there's surely surely surely a destination you will end up at. just be patient okay :D

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Just got some work back from a new copyeditor hired by my publisher. She did a flawless job. She also wrecked my work. Totally wrecked it.

By sanding off every edge, removing every idiom, making each and every fact literally correct, she made it boring and dry and mechanical.

As fiction writers, we are supposed to know the rules, and also when to break them. Editing (for ourselves and others) is an art, too. When we edit our own (or other people's work), the desire may be to make the copy "clean," but the goal should be to "first, do no harm." (Since the phrase "first, do no harm" was never actually in the Hippocratic Oath, I vote we writers and editors take it. At least it will finally belong to something.)

I used to dread going to those little writer's critique sessions because I expected there would be at least one person who did not get this. That never actually happened, however. In fact, most of us were real newbies who wouldn't know an elliptical phrase if it tripped us and stole our donuts. I am not sure where I am going with this, but you read this far so I suppose I should be polite and wrap this up. I think the real problem is that when you pay someone to do something they went to school for years to improve, they try really hard to do it well, especially if they like their job and want to keep it. Maybe the weirdest thing about this is that I can't imagine a human actually changing, "I got a baker's dozen of donuts and a cup of Joe then hit the streets," to "I bought exactly 13 donuts and a coffee and left through the door because the window would be silly." And, actually, that's an elliptical phrase there, so it would have been changed to, "because leaving through the window would be silly," since the copyeditor in question apparently copyedited all that human stuff out. Does that mean his copyeditor's office is hiring grammar robots instead of people? Are they admitting robots into colleges now? And most importantly, I wish I had some donuts to go with this coffee, but I think that elliptical phrase took them. And that's not a question. Didn't it seem like I was going to end with another question? Maybe I should. Have. Crap.

Cafe Masko is just to the left of the centre palm...

Today, in tandem with the sketches and dialogues Miki brings you in her Portraits site, I'm posting a few shots of the birds that frequent Cafe Masko, peacefully co-existing with the customers and lending a helping hand to the waitresses. It is rare thing indeed for a half-finished donut to make it back to the garbage bin in the Cafe proper - indeed, every little crumb is painstakingly collected by these cheeky winged workers!

- Is this chair taken?

These little creatures have no fear, often perching on the very table at which you are sat, hoping for a discarded crumb, or in my case, an entire stray donut that may have dropped from the corner of my mouth.

Oi! Maurice! this one's in the Sun!

We sat and delighted in their antics, while Miki prepared herself and chose her weapons with which to capture the essence of the human visitors to Cafe Masko. With the sun warming us, I immersed myself in the latest Kathy Reichs novel, as Miki captured their souls in her inimitable way....

Miki dons her shades and prepares to wield her pen, surely mightier than any sword!

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I had to go to 44th Street to sign up at my local health clinic, Number 4. I took the subway for the fist time and I liked it. Reminded me a lot of other subways in a lot of other cities. That's a good thing, actually. I'd hate to have ridden it and said to myself, "You know, I've never seen a subway like that. There was vomit on every seat, spit covered the floor, and I was pick-pocketed." No, instead, it was clean, fast, and efficient like a lot of other places I've been. I guess since you have to pay and I didn't see anyone jumping the gate, that you only get regular, working people who need to get to work or school or whatever.

The nearest stop was 46th, I think, and it was surprisingly close to where I needed to be. I walked north up 46th, hung a right onto Haverford, and there it was, so close. Really easy to get to. I didn't know if you needed a PA driver's license to join or qualify for care, but evidently not. After I signed up, I walked out and headed right, hoping to head toward 38th and home. Haverford came out onto Lancaster around 40th, so I overshot my target, but I was glad because I want to get to know as many streets as possible. What's more, I found a place on Lancaster that makes their own donuts. You could smell it ten yards away. Looks like it's run by an Asian family. I'll have to check that place out.

Before I headed home I went to Lee's Deli. They own a deli and a laundromat on Spring Garden and 36th, I think it is. Really nice family. I don't know. I think because of my travels in Asia and being around Asian people, it just makes me proud to be an American when I see a family running their own business, working hard and living the dream. Lee's place not only inspires me in that way, but makes me hungry. You can get a great cheeseburger with the works on top for like three bucks. I was worried about eating on a budget and it looks like the problem is solved. I shouldn't forget that there are literally dozens of places like that scattered around the area.

I came home not only with a juicy cheeseburger, but with my backpack full of groceries, mostly junk food I guess.

And that's when Michael Jackson came into the picture. Perhaps I should file this under suspicious happenings, I don't know. Does my being on a unsecured network have anything to do with the fact that when I turned on my laptop, there was a shared folder showing up in iTunes that was called "Michael Jackson's limewire tunes"? I suspect I have a neighbor named Michael Jackson, because the songs were all hip-hop and trip-hop. It's a common enough name, and a quick look through the phone book will prove that, but how...? I'm no good with computers, so I can't answer my own question. I could call up a friend and ask, but people don't usually believe me when I tell such stories, and of course this only makes things worse. Either way, when I switched my wireless off, the folder disappeared. Hmm. Strange. I thought that when my laptop is in sleep mode, and the wireless light goes off, that my computer can't be accessed. I was probably wrong. Could someone be using my laptop when I'm not home? Is there a way to bypass my sign-in password?

From the time I got home, what have I accomplished? Well, I started this blog today. I think it's a great idea to just focus on simple, blow-by-blow accounts of my daily adventures. There's always a wealth of material to write about and it's great exercise for the typing fingers, and hopefully sometimes, as I'm sifting through the mud and the silt, a few little shining gems will catch my eye.

I learned two more Brazilian songs on the guitar, in the bossa nova style! Yes! It's been about a week since my "breakthrough", that is, since realizing that I can play the basic rhythm. How my heart sang out that day last week (wouldn't this be so much more poetic if I could remember the name of the day?) when I first locked into the swinging groove of "Morena do Mar" by Dorival Caymmi? It was like the first time I rode a bike without training wheels. No, this is Brazilian music we're talking about, so I need a better analogy. Okay, how about this: it's like being inside of a woman for the first time!

Today I learned "Estate" (the Bossa version) and "Para Ver as Meninas" by Paulinho da Viola. Now, the challenge is, can I sing over such a syncopated rhythm? It's just too much for a gringo to handle.

I'm writing a list and getting prepared for another day. Tomorrow that is. Sometimes you forget that there is going to be another day. At least I do. Yeah, I shouldn't speak for anyone but myself. My comparing playing a Bossa Nova rhythm on guitar for the first time to losing one's virginity? That's proof, people, that I don't speak for YOU.

Via Bicycle opens at ten tomorrow morning, thank you very much, barring some hipster emergency. I just want my bike and that's all. Oh, and I read online that they don't sell safety gear, in which case I'll have to ride over to a place that does. Need me a chain, a real, physical chain and a helmet. Will tomorrow be the day that I finally find a helmet, made for humans and by humans, that will fit this misshapen skull? (Evil laugh. Another evil laugh. Stop to take a piss break. I'm back.) No, friends, I seriously doubt it.

And whether I do or not, you'll be hearing about it regardless.

On Last.fm there are groups searching to expose these carefully selected snippets, and lists of original samples used by various beatmakers on various albums keep appearing online - to some beatsters great annoyance. Madlib, possibly one of the most exciting beatmakers at present and the man behind Quasimoto, Jaylib and Yesterdays New Quintet, recently requested the removal of a page revealing the original tracks he used on Madvillainy, claiming the post would ruin him as an artist.

I understand there might be a certain risk involved if the samples haven't been cleared, but if paperwork hasn't been dealt with prior to release, that's a risk you take.

Surely Madlib and others should be pleased about instilling a hunger for discovering new music in people, making sure that old tracks too good to be forgotten escape precisely that destiny. Thanks to compilations of the original samples from J Dilla's Donuts and MF Doom's Operation: Doomsday, I've discovered Atlantic Starr, James Ingram, The Deele, the fantastic Only One Can Win by The Sylvers, and realised that I should probably give Dionne Warwick's stuff a second chance.

Why be so protective and possessive about one's music? If you don't want people to interact and respond, maybe it's worth thinking twice before releasing it in the first place.

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three days after a daring heist at the local donut shoppe, where 500 freshly baked donuts were stolen, investigators receive tip-offs on this mysterious jacket found draped over a chair outside a cafe not too far from the crime scene. in the pockets of the jacket, the investigators found what they believe are the remnants of the thief's loot.

the donut shoppe owners who were brought in to assist in investigations confirm that these donuts, despite being rotten beyond edibility, indeed resemble flavors in the batch of donuts that were stolen.

incestigators are currently searching for the owner of the jacket. the cafe waiters on shift at the time claim that they didn't notice anyone sitting at that chair and leaving the jacket behind. also, by sheer coincidence, the cafe has begun offering donuts on their menu...

mmmm... this donut looks so droolsomely delicious we sometimes wish it was real!! it's life-sized and going for SGD 10.

this lovely neapolitan donut was inspired by my favourite childhood ice-cream.. the neapolitan bar!! this yummilicious handful of strawberry, chocolate and vanilla goes for just SGD 12.

sometmes we like our donuts big!! these giant plushy yummies make great cushions for the car or sofa or bed... or wherever you may need a cushion, basically.

the larger cheddar overload, at left, costs SGD 60 while the cute funny bean donut costs SGD 50.