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Tuesday, May 31, 2005
If you wanna commit suicide, I've got a recommendation. It's much fun and exciting than jumping down from don't-know-how-many-stories 'cause this method is pretty much unpredictable. It keeps your adrenalin rush flowing like the the waters in white water rafting. It's "safer" than popping pills 'cause you don't need to read the instructions and therefore scare yourself beofre you die. Okay, enough of the introduction. Just take bus 74 from AMK to Clementi and if you get yourself killed within 365 days, prepare your own celebrations albeit being in heaven or hell! Sickening bus. Damn the bus drivers. Fuck the routes.
Fortunately, or rather unfortunately, the bus drivers of service 74 seem to be those fresh out of IMH. They will drive at crazy speeds, okay still under the speed limits, and brake suddenly to avoid the red lights. They'll jerk the bus in traffic jams as if the bus has good suspensions. And if your face don't turn green by then and die of giddiness, perhaps you'll face death by being squashed in between the doors which the drivers will open and close the doors at very, very short intervals, even 10m before reaching the bustop. So, commuters will be half-way alighting the bus and "TROMP!" the door will close even before both legs can safely touch the ground. So depending on the angle that you're alighting the bus, you may have to reclaim your missing body parts at the final destination that the bus goes to, provided you're still alive. Or you can simply purchase them at THE BODY SHOPS islandwide.
So, you're a mentally strong person huh? Able to withstand frequent changes of the speed of the bus, not to mention being alive out of the umpteenth time the bus jerks in a yet another traffic jam. So you think you can prove me wrong? Try surviving the freezing temperature of the bus which is undoubtfully, lower than the freezer temperature of the COLD STORAGE.
But that applies only to the later stages of the ride whereby the number of passengers would have decreased tremendously. For the earlier parts of the ride, you'll take part in an immunity challenge with the other commuters by which the winner will get the ultimate prize, OXYGEN. for the packed-like-sardines condition of the bus will definitely cut off your oxygen supply and give access to more unwanted gases like carbon dioxide, perfumes, colognes and not to mention German gases.
When you passed that test, try the "I Can Survive The Blaring Air-Con" competition. Without any long sleeve shirt and sweaters and windbreakers please. You've got to be fair to those ah peks who took the bus too. Well, i don't seem to spot any winners till today, or rather any casualties. But half-way through the journey i can see people struggling to keep their eyes open and worse still, some trying their best to keep their body still after being tranquilised. Nodding of heads and resting on other people's shoulders are a common sight in bus 74.
I think they died a silent death. No foam coming out of the mouth, no bloodshed and the autopsy certified that they died a natural death. What can I say? Before you believe my thesis as above, do note that most of the dead wake up to live whenever the bus reaches Ngee Ann Polytechnic and I'm not able to comment on the condition of the rest of the passengers as my furtherest stop will be Singapore Polytechnic. I suppose the only person able to judge my statments are the bus drivers alone, for they are able to assess the whole situation from the beginning to the end of the journey. So if you have any queries, don't hesitate to take the bus ride to experience the whole thing and be a good companion to the bus driver.
I just hope that when you tap your EZ-Link card when you first board the bus, you'll be able to tap it again when you alight. Good luck.
Fortunately, or rather unfortunately, the bus drivers of service 74 seem to be those fresh out of IMH. They will drive at crazy speeds, okay still under the speed limits, and brake suddenly to avoid the red lights. They'll jerk the bus in traffic jams as if the bus has good suspensions. And if your face don't turn green by then and die of giddiness, perhaps you'll face death by being squashed in between the doors which the drivers will open and close the doors at very, very short intervals, even 10m before reaching the bustop. So, commuters will be half-way alighting the bus and "TROMP!" the door will close even before both legs can safely touch the ground. So depending on the angle that you're alighting the bus, you may have to reclaim your missing body parts at the final destination that the bus goes to, provided you're still alive. Or you can simply purchase them at THE BODY SHOPS islandwide.
So, you're a mentally strong person huh? Able to withstand frequent changes of the speed of the bus, not to mention being alive out of the umpteenth time the bus jerks in a yet another traffic jam. So you think you can prove me wrong? Try surviving the freezing temperature of the bus which is undoubtfully, lower than the freezer temperature of the COLD STORAGE.
But that applies only to the later stages of the ride whereby the number of passengers would have decreased tremendously. For the earlier parts of the ride, you'll take part in an immunity challenge with the other commuters by which the winner will get the ultimate prize, OXYGEN. for the packed-like-sardines condition of the bus will definitely cut off your oxygen supply and give access to more unwanted gases like carbon dioxide, perfumes, colognes and not to mention German gases.
When you passed that test, try the "I Can Survive The Blaring Air-Con" competition. Without any long sleeve shirt and sweaters and windbreakers please. You've got to be fair to those ah peks who took the bus too. Well, i don't seem to spot any winners till today, or rather any casualties. But half-way through the journey i can see people struggling to keep their eyes open and worse still, some trying their best to keep their body still after being tranquilised. Nodding of heads and resting on other people's shoulders are a common sight in bus 74.
I think they died a silent death. No foam coming out of the mouth, no bloodshed and the autopsy certified that they died a natural death. What can I say? Before you believe my thesis as above, do note that most of the dead wake up to live whenever the bus reaches Ngee Ann Polytechnic and I'm not able to comment on the condition of the rest of the passengers as my furtherest stop will be Singapore Polytechnic. I suppose the only person able to judge my statments are the bus drivers alone, for they are able to assess the whole situation from the beginning to the end of the journey. So if you have any queries, don't hesitate to take the bus ride to experience the whole thing and be a good companion to the bus driver.
I just hope that when you tap your EZ-Link card when you first board the bus, you'll be able to tap it again when you alight. Good luck.
Monday, May 30, 2005
My first class was supposed to be "Oral Communication" but it turned out to be "Psychology 101". And instead of learning more about the former, we were taught breathing techniques, how to meditate and the beauty of relaxation. A bit too off you say? I initially thought so too. but when the lecturer "confirmed" that the Oral Comm module had been replaced by the Psychology 101 and that we're the first batch to do so, i was like "alright, maybe it's a good thing. lets look at the bright side of it." we go on to do a survey which is supposedly a joint effort of all the polytechnics in Singapore in their effort to matchmake all poly students in each polytechnic. On top of that, we even tried out SpeedDating and had to give our earnest feedback to the lecturer for the Language and Communication's Department's assessment. To top it off, each of us had to have a say on what we would like to achieve at the end of this module.
but when the lecturer confessed that her favourite TV show was "Punk'd" and that she likes the phrase "You've been punk'd", we know that we've been made the butt of her jokes. damn it! she must have been smiling widely in her heart at that time. the whole class was fooled, including a student who is 2 years older whom i suppose is repeating the "Oral Comm" module.
shucks! you've even managed to trick a student who has loads of experience! i take off my hat to you Ms Fairuz! what a way to start of the day and shake off the Monday blues. indeed there's is a module called Oral Comm after all and no such thing as Psychology 101. And her main motive: teaching us how to capture the audience's attention. now that's what i'm looking for in poly. something different, something out of the box. not dead and expected. Cowabunga!
Lunch was eventually decided at Pizza Hut after much debate between it and FC 4. by then we've already wasted like around 20 mins or so? yeah, but the worse was yet to come. the clock soon ticks to 12.59 pm and our order still have not arrived at our table. table by table soon received their respective dishes including those who came much more later than us. so we were like dumb asses sitting at the tables, laughing at nonsensical jokes that made the temperature of our surroundings even lower. we waited and waited and waited till we were late for our class by more than 10 minutes.
eventually, we found out that their system had cocked up and the queue numbers were jumping around liek mad. we were so unfortunate to have been missed by the system and even more suey to have the staff not realising that we have been stoning at their restaurant for more than 45 mins. argh! so we gobbled down our pizzas and drumlets when they made the grand entrance to our table before dashing for class. the poor lady who served us was so pressurised and stressed up that she broke down. i feel for her. anyway, luckily for us, the lecturer was patient and not cranky. first day la, maybe give chance. maybe she just passed her menopause too!Haha! mind you we were already around 45 mins late for the tutorial! she looked like my neighbour, a high class auntie who looked overage to be allowed to enter a pub. yeah,
so, one day. two different lectureres with two different personalities. so many different emotions playing in my heart. things have only begun. i still gotta endure for three more years. so what's the wait for? let the journey begin!
but when the lecturer confessed that her favourite TV show was "Punk'd" and that she likes the phrase "You've been punk'd", we know that we've been made the butt of her jokes. damn it! she must have been smiling widely in her heart at that time. the whole class was fooled, including a student who is 2 years older whom i suppose is repeating the "Oral Comm" module.
shucks! you've even managed to trick a student who has loads of experience! i take off my hat to you Ms Fairuz! what a way to start of the day and shake off the Monday blues. indeed there's is a module called Oral Comm after all and no such thing as Psychology 101. And her main motive: teaching us how to capture the audience's attention. now that's what i'm looking for in poly. something different, something out of the box. not dead and expected. Cowabunga!
Lunch was eventually decided at Pizza Hut after much debate between it and FC 4. by then we've already wasted like around 20 mins or so? yeah, but the worse was yet to come. the clock soon ticks to 12.59 pm and our order still have not arrived at our table. table by table soon received their respective dishes including those who came much more later than us. so we were like dumb asses sitting at the tables, laughing at nonsensical jokes that made the temperature of our surroundings even lower. we waited and waited and waited till we were late for our class by more than 10 minutes.
eventually, we found out that their system had cocked up and the queue numbers were jumping around liek mad. we were so unfortunate to have been missed by the system and even more suey to have the staff not realising that we have been stoning at their restaurant for more than 45 mins. argh! so we gobbled down our pizzas and drumlets when they made the grand entrance to our table before dashing for class. the poor lady who served us was so pressurised and stressed up that she broke down. i feel for her. anyway, luckily for us, the lecturer was patient and not cranky. first day la, maybe give chance. maybe she just passed her menopause too!Haha! mind you we were already around 45 mins late for the tutorial! she looked like my neighbour, a high class auntie who looked overage to be allowed to enter a pub. yeah,
so, one day. two different lectureres with two different personalities. so many different emotions playing in my heart. things have only begun. i still gotta endure for three more years. so what's the wait for? let the journey begin!
Sunday, May 29, 2005
How much drier can my pockets be? I think it'll still be as dry as the Sahara Desert even though i pour a gazillion litres of water. Am i too greedy to want as many things as what child wants on the first day of Christmas? Am i too immature to note that some of them are really not a necessity but more to fulfilling my hearts desire? perhaps the influence of the outside world is proving too strong for me to withstand.
my eyes are constantly being presented the sight of techies with their latest gadgets. it makes me wonder how many of them qualifies to have the title "Gadget Boy". no i'm not being a sexist here, just quoting the infamous movie title, "Gadget Boy". i wonder if money really comes down from heaven. people are splurging money like there's no tomorrow. yeah i understand the GSS is here but students spending on, no not clothes or anything related to the word "necessity", but more to stuffs like handphones and mp3s. and chances of tumbling into someone who spent their parents' money are ridiculously high. sad case. but that's reality. call it jealousy but for me, it's a growing trend that is making my eye bleed profusely. what's the point of showing off something that's not yours?
we should have more "bugis villages" and "pasar malams". spare a thought for people like me. i depend on discount coupons from McDonalds and KFCs and the sight of "SALE!" makes my heart skip a beat. so while i treasure quality more than quantity, the time will arise when quantity mean more than anything else. especially now, when i'm already into the poly life. argh. i'm beginning to adore uniforms more than ever before. other than getting my fantasies running wild, uniforms makes me forget about my fashion bloopers and money matters. but i guess i have to change my perspective now.
so lesson number one in poly: money management. soon lesson number two will appear: time management. given the long schedules i have for every week, i guess lesson number three will be in sight in no time: eye management. for all those droopy eyes from the lack of sleep, by far lesson number three will be the most important one.
if power plants give you power, why doesn't the money plants give you money? sigh, can you feel my desperation breathing under your skin?
my eyes are constantly being presented the sight of techies with their latest gadgets. it makes me wonder how many of them qualifies to have the title "Gadget Boy". no i'm not being a sexist here, just quoting the infamous movie title, "Gadget Boy". i wonder if money really comes down from heaven. people are splurging money like there's no tomorrow. yeah i understand the GSS is here but students spending on, no not clothes or anything related to the word "necessity", but more to stuffs like handphones and mp3s. and chances of tumbling into someone who spent their parents' money are ridiculously high. sad case. but that's reality. call it jealousy but for me, it's a growing trend that is making my eye bleed profusely. what's the point of showing off something that's not yours?
we should have more "bugis villages" and "pasar malams". spare a thought for people like me. i depend on discount coupons from McDonalds and KFCs and the sight of "SALE!" makes my heart skip a beat. so while i treasure quality more than quantity, the time will arise when quantity mean more than anything else. especially now, when i'm already into the poly life. argh. i'm beginning to adore uniforms more than ever before. other than getting my fantasies running wild, uniforms makes me forget about my fashion bloopers and money matters. but i guess i have to change my perspective now.
so lesson number one in poly: money management. soon lesson number two will appear: time management. given the long schedules i have for every week, i guess lesson number three will be in sight in no time: eye management. for all those droopy eyes from the lack of sleep, by far lesson number three will be the most important one.
if power plants give you power, why doesn't the money plants give you money? sigh, can you feel my desperation breathing under your skin?
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Recently, I had some problems with my eyes so much to an extent that i decided to go to the optometry to get them thoroughly checked. in spite of all the money that i paid in cash, all i get from the specialist was that my eyes are absolutely fine, albeit my short-sightedness. Strangely, when i stepped out into the outside world, i still saw things that are not going easy on my eyes. While butches and mats are a common sight nowadays, it was only just that a new group of people started to itch my eyes once more: POSERS
Take for instance today when I went to PS's LJS, the staff who took my order was one of the managers there. I don't really mind a normal worker anyway but what made me change my facial expressions dramatically was his "accent" and "slang". He was going, "Yes sir, can I take your order? So I'll repeat your order..... and that'll be..." It's difficult for me to point out how DISGUSTING his slang here 'cause i'm typing it. but trust me, it was the most unnatural, pukable and heartbreaking slang I've ever heard. it made my eyes filled up with tears almost immediately. worse still, he's a Malay and he's in his late 30s. not that i'm a racist to my own race but i admit, malays will not even make it to the passing grade if they try to be an ang moh. furthermore, his fellow workers are malay ladies so i suppose he's trying to "sell his arse" to them, which i undoubtfully believe they aren't attracted to him a little bit even.
so that's how sucky posers are. i went back to my table scolding vulgarities, literally in front of him 'cause i'm facing the counter where i sat down at. "What fucking attitude was that? He tried to act young when he's old, trendy when he's not and ang moh when he's local! What's the world coming to? can't they just be themselves? argh..." i think my saliva pitter-pattering out is enough to drown to already-dead fish sitting peacefully in front of me.
while that's not my first encounter, i believe it's one of the worst case i've ever seen. get a life people! how many more Nellys, 50 Cents and Jay Chous must my eyes see before it's condition comes to a stage that it's incurable? it's already deteriorating fast enough being contaminated with all those filthy stuffs occupying this world. sigh, i just hope it doesn't come down to the terminal stage. i still wanna see much more beautiful things that life has layed down for me!
Take for instance today when I went to PS's LJS, the staff who took my order was one of the managers there. I don't really mind a normal worker anyway but what made me change my facial expressions dramatically was his "accent" and "slang". He was going, "Yes sir, can I take your order? So I'll repeat your order..... and that'll be..." It's difficult for me to point out how DISGUSTING his slang here 'cause i'm typing it. but trust me, it was the most unnatural, pukable and heartbreaking slang I've ever heard. it made my eyes filled up with tears almost immediately. worse still, he's a Malay and he's in his late 30s. not that i'm a racist to my own race but i admit, malays will not even make it to the passing grade if they try to be an ang moh. furthermore, his fellow workers are malay ladies so i suppose he's trying to "sell his arse" to them, which i undoubtfully believe they aren't attracted to him a little bit even.
so that's how sucky posers are. i went back to my table scolding vulgarities, literally in front of him 'cause i'm facing the counter where i sat down at. "What fucking attitude was that? He tried to act young when he's old, trendy when he's not and ang moh when he's local! What's the world coming to? can't they just be themselves? argh..." i think my saliva pitter-pattering out is enough to drown to already-dead fish sitting peacefully in front of me.
while that's not my first encounter, i believe it's one of the worst case i've ever seen. get a life people! how many more Nellys, 50 Cents and Jay Chous must my eyes see before it's condition comes to a stage that it's incurable? it's already deteriorating fast enough being contaminated with all those filthy stuffs occupying this world. sigh, i just hope it doesn't come down to the terminal stage. i still wanna see much more beautiful things that life has layed down for me!
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
OH MY GOD !!! There're only three pathetic guys in my class out of around 20 I think? Yeah, that magical number '3' is gonna be my next lucky number at least for the next 3 years! Argh!!! the number 3 again! Oh c'mon, give me a break! I like the number of people in the class, maybe it's much more possible to bond closer together. You don't change classes throughout poly unlike in secondary school years. But my course intake ain't much big either. It's roughly around 100, so I suppose in one way or another, we will know each other by the time we graduate.
Speaking of graduation, I wonder the competition to get to the top 5%, to be able to go to university, is going to be tough. 'cause generally speaking, if you take out the girls, you'll only be left with the guys. why take them out? 'cause they spend more time on make-up and stuff rather than their studies! Thus, we guys get the upper hand in the studies! No lah, that's complete bull shit. But I mean it for the second part only. The first part of my confession, it seems rather true. Judging by the ladies in my class alone, you can see that almost all of them wear make-up to school, not to mention having medicures and pedicures. They seem to be hip adn trendy. But it really makes me wonder where they get all the money to strut their new stuff each and every day. I mean my wadrobe can only last me around one week before i start repeating them once more? yeah, but then again, they have the luxury of "THIS FASHION". so, i can't complain too much. only that i hope they don't be like xiaxue. she's pretty, no wait, with make-up. but without it, i really can only mutter my comments to myself. that's where real and true inner beauty will come in handy. and you girls will regret relying too much on make-up and fake beauty. it's like I might as well know two different people, one is "YOU" with make-up and the other is "YOU" without make-up. at least it widens my social circle and doesn't make me feel like I'm to another person that's camouflaging the real you, ladies.
so guys, the next time you say "eh chio bu, chio bu", better open your eyes wider so that you won't be easily tricked into this old trap of theirs. looks can really be deceiving sometimes.
Speaking of graduation, I wonder the competition to get to the top 5%, to be able to go to university, is going to be tough. 'cause generally speaking, if you take out the girls, you'll only be left with the guys. why take them out? 'cause they spend more time on make-up and stuff rather than their studies! Thus, we guys get the upper hand in the studies! No lah, that's complete bull shit. But I mean it for the second part only. The first part of my confession, it seems rather true. Judging by the ladies in my class alone, you can see that almost all of them wear make-up to school, not to mention having medicures and pedicures. They seem to be hip adn trendy. But it really makes me wonder where they get all the money to strut their new stuff each and every day. I mean my wadrobe can only last me around one week before i start repeating them once more? yeah, but then again, they have the luxury of "THIS FASHION". so, i can't complain too much. only that i hope they don't be like xiaxue. she's pretty, no wait, with make-up. but without it, i really can only mutter my comments to myself. that's where real and true inner beauty will come in handy. and you girls will regret relying too much on make-up and fake beauty. it's like I might as well know two different people, one is "YOU" with make-up and the other is "YOU" without make-up. at least it widens my social circle and doesn't make me feel like I'm to another person that's camouflaging the real you, ladies.
so guys, the next time you say "eh chio bu, chio bu", better open your eyes wider so that you won't be easily tricked into this old trap of theirs. looks can really be deceiving sometimes.
Sunday, May 22, 2005
Today, as I write this post, I risk being in the front page of the national newspaper. Did I just say 'risk'? Yeah, being on the front page isn't always a good thing for all you should know. In this case, you can be popular for all the wrong reasons.
Today, an A* scholar was 'caught' commenting on male undergrads in her blog. I mean, blogging is for expressing your inner feelings. It's an online diary. It's a medium that you vent your anger on, share your tears and joys and without knowing it, showing who you really are. For the record, all these reasons were overlooked in this context when this lady's blog's contents were exposed to the media. (You see how powerful the media can be now?) Is she labelled a sexist now? I mean if I complain that I don't like the service that the CPF Board staff gave when I was there, does that make me an anti-government? What's next? A racist for not saying a Chinese as dark as a Malay, brushing aside the fact that he's tanned? Even when I suspect backstabbing as the main culprit in this case, what attracted my already-dimmed eyes was the fact that Straits Times made a big hoo haa over the whole issue.
Ask any staff in SPH, who never commented about the opposite sex? If there's anyone who answered 'nobody', tell me. I'll come down and hack them to death for it is completely BULLSHIT. And why make a big fuss over a post that this lady wrote? Why bother her blog? Why not check forums too, some of which are really targeted for abusing the Government and some other sensitive issues? Are you lads in SPH really 'bo liao' or is it an insider paid extra bucks for a fresh story to be reported in the papers? For whatever the reasons are, I don't wish to have any feelings over the main purpose of the article other than to hate it. On top of that, I pity the lady. You people who reported the issue? Just take a trip down to Hell. I don't wish to have any connection whatsoever with you people.
So as I said just now, even if I'm posting this, commenting innocently on an issue and fulfilling the main purpose of blogging, I risk having my face being printed in the front page of the natioonal papers and my story published as the 'top story'. Well, well, well... so much for a non-democratic country. I'm being denied the freedom of speech. Sigh, Singapore... how I wish I can really feel proud of my very own country truthfully.
Today, an A* scholar was 'caught' commenting on male undergrads in her blog. I mean, blogging is for expressing your inner feelings. It's an online diary. It's a medium that you vent your anger on, share your tears and joys and without knowing it, showing who you really are. For the record, all these reasons were overlooked in this context when this lady's blog's contents were exposed to the media. (You see how powerful the media can be now?) Is she labelled a sexist now? I mean if I complain that I don't like the service that the CPF Board staff gave when I was there, does that make me an anti-government? What's next? A racist for not saying a Chinese as dark as a Malay, brushing aside the fact that he's tanned? Even when I suspect backstabbing as the main culprit in this case, what attracted my already-dimmed eyes was the fact that Straits Times made a big hoo haa over the whole issue.
Ask any staff in SPH, who never commented about the opposite sex? If there's anyone who answered 'nobody', tell me. I'll come down and hack them to death for it is completely BULLSHIT. And why make a big fuss over a post that this lady wrote? Why bother her blog? Why not check forums too, some of which are really targeted for abusing the Government and some other sensitive issues? Are you lads in SPH really 'bo liao' or is it an insider paid extra bucks for a fresh story to be reported in the papers? For whatever the reasons are, I don't wish to have any feelings over the main purpose of the article other than to hate it. On top of that, I pity the lady. You people who reported the issue? Just take a trip down to Hell. I don't wish to have any connection whatsoever with you people.
So as I said just now, even if I'm posting this, commenting innocently on an issue and fulfilling the main purpose of blogging, I risk having my face being printed in the front page of the natioonal papers and my story published as the 'top story'. Well, well, well... so much for a non-democratic country. I'm being denied the freedom of speech. Sigh, Singapore... how I wish I can really feel proud of my very own country truthfully.
Saturday, May 21, 2005
The talk of sci-fi films doesn't get me excited a little bit. So forget about talking about Star Wars, Harry Potter and LOTR with me. I'll just go "uh-huh" and "yeah". Frankly speaking, I damn hate these type of movies. I mean consider this, you wait in anticipation for the next volume of Harry Potter book to be released but can't be bothered to even read the autobiography of your very own Lee Kuan Yew that's been collecting dust in the shelves. You splurge on the ring that's supposedly be the 'one' in LOTR but to tell you the truth, I can just get a replica and any Tom, Dick or Harry won't be able to spot the difference, at least if they didn't squirm their eyes. And, the most disgusting fact ever made known to mankind. I doubt you'd at least keep something in rememberence of people who fought for their rights in the real world but would die to have a Darth Vader mask hanging in your room.
All these just leave a very strange expression on my face when I see people go goo goo gaa gaa over these sci-fi films. I admit I'm a realistic person. I dare to dream but I'm still very much a practical guy. I don't believe in seeing something that's nearly impossible to happen in at least a light year. Oh c'mon people, get a life and be real. Even I don't go to such extreme lengths in something that's not practical at all even though I have a little something for futuristic stuffs. Just remember, before you do something extraordinary for something that's useless to you, get your arse moving and do something beneficial to mankind. It's not only benefiting you but the whole of the human society.
Well, you may say I'm biased and that I'm immature to comment on one side of the issue. But hey, this is what I call an opinion. And everyone has the right to say something on an issue. So, my dear Government please don't deny us that right for it's our mouth and not yours.
All these just leave a very strange expression on my face when I see people go goo goo gaa gaa over these sci-fi films. I admit I'm a realistic person. I dare to dream but I'm still very much a practical guy. I don't believe in seeing something that's nearly impossible to happen in at least a light year. Oh c'mon people, get a life and be real. Even I don't go to such extreme lengths in something that's not practical at all even though I have a little something for futuristic stuffs. Just remember, before you do something extraordinary for something that's useless to you, get your arse moving and do something beneficial to mankind. It's not only benefiting you but the whole of the human society.
Well, you may say I'm biased and that I'm immature to comment on one side of the issue. But hey, this is what I call an opinion. And everyone has the right to say something on an issue. So, my dear Government please don't deny us that right for it's our mouth and not yours.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Okay, let me first admit that I was shocked and disappointed that only 6 people went to watch movie today. I expected more actually, especially those who had lame reasons for not going. Some I forgive for really can't make it but others are simply unsympathetic. And thus, the final number. What more have I got to say? Que sera sera...
Anyway, 'Kingdom Of Heaven' was lengthy and if you're not into it from the very beginning, you'll tend to feel bored and get tired of the never-ending words coming out from the characters' mouth. How much more obvious can it be when a person a few seats in front of me was already taking a nap when the show is only half an hour old. Maybe he knew that it's gonna last for another 2 hours so he took the opprtunity to take forty winks. But even so, to pay $8.50 just to enjoy 2 hours of sleep is really dumb I should say. Furthremore, it's GV. What's wrong I hear? Didn't you know that GV, Eng Wah and i-don't-know-what's-the-other-one raised their ticket prices? So if you're suffering from insomia and want to sleep in a cinema, please at least go to Cathay.You will feel better that way. Obviously I'm not gonna elaborate on the movie, you can check it out yourself to know more about it. Heh! Instead, I wanna tell you guys out there that my ticket price is really worth it. Why? Let me start with this...
What the fuck!Halfway through the movie, the back door was rattled by someone kicking it as hard as his dick.WTF! it nearly displace the 'exit' sign. WTF! if that wasn't enough, three men got up and took centre stage by blaring their voices , breaking the silence of the cinema. WTF! i came to see the movie, not you three little dicks! WTF! when the 'exciting' part of the movie came, i had to turn my head from the screen to see a fight going on. WTF! when i turn back, the scenery changed. WTF! A slipper flew in front of me out of the blue. WTF! it's one of those guys'. WTF! he still say 'thank you' to me when i returnerd him the slipper. WTF! no gentleman ah? then why not gentleman enough to let others enjoy the movie? WTF! even when they're leaving, they must leave a trail behind-their fucking vulgar language that echos down the stairways. WTF! want to act ah beng but england bely the broken de.
You think my next line is still a 'WTF!' ah? WTF! still dare to read my mind and predict the future. WTF! luckily i get to see the remaining of the movie in one piece. If not, I'll be greeted by a mum that goes 'WTF!' when i get home.
Yeah, what an experience. You can only find that in heartland places. So if you're wondering where I went to, it's Yishun. But I recommend you Ang Mo Kio, Sembawang... you get the idea. So next time you see anything strange happening in the cinemas, good or bad, take it in your stride. For it'll just be a pinch of salt in your already-very sweet kopi-o. Cheerios!
Anyway, 'Kingdom Of Heaven' was lengthy and if you're not into it from the very beginning, you'll tend to feel bored and get tired of the never-ending words coming out from the characters' mouth. How much more obvious can it be when a person a few seats in front of me was already taking a nap when the show is only half an hour old. Maybe he knew that it's gonna last for another 2 hours so he took the opprtunity to take forty winks. But even so, to pay $8.50 just to enjoy 2 hours of sleep is really dumb I should say. Furthremore, it's GV. What's wrong I hear? Didn't you know that GV, Eng Wah and i-don't-know-what's-the-other-one raised their ticket prices? So if you're suffering from insomia and want to sleep in a cinema, please at least go to Cathay.You will feel better that way. Obviously I'm not gonna elaborate on the movie, you can check it out yourself to know more about it. Heh! Instead, I wanna tell you guys out there that my ticket price is really worth it. Why? Let me start with this...
What the fuck!Halfway through the movie, the back door was rattled by someone kicking it as hard as his dick.WTF! it nearly displace the 'exit' sign. WTF! if that wasn't enough, three men got up and took centre stage by blaring their voices , breaking the silence of the cinema. WTF! i came to see the movie, not you three little dicks! WTF! when the 'exciting' part of the movie came, i had to turn my head from the screen to see a fight going on. WTF! when i turn back, the scenery changed. WTF! A slipper flew in front of me out of the blue. WTF! it's one of those guys'. WTF! he still say 'thank you' to me when i returnerd him the slipper. WTF! no gentleman ah? then why not gentleman enough to let others enjoy the movie? WTF! even when they're leaving, they must leave a trail behind-their fucking vulgar language that echos down the stairways. WTF! want to act ah beng but england bely the broken de.
You think my next line is still a 'WTF!' ah? WTF! still dare to read my mind and predict the future. WTF! luckily i get to see the remaining of the movie in one piece. If not, I'll be greeted by a mum that goes 'WTF!' when i get home.
Yeah, what an experience. You can only find that in heartland places. So if you're wondering where I went to, it's Yishun. But I recommend you Ang Mo Kio, Sembawang... you get the idea. So next time you see anything strange happening in the cinemas, good or bad, take it in your stride. For it'll just be a pinch of salt in your already-very sweet kopi-o. Cheerios!
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Actually, I don't know which one of my emotions come first when i first heard this piece of news. but no matter what it is, this is my first reaction.
"Damn you Kang Ling!!! You si beh lucky! How i wish i can just have a little bit of your luck!"
No la, i'm not on bad terms with her or am jealous of her. it's just that the whole thing is very coincedental and damn lucky. just when poly is about to start, someone pulled out of a particular course and out of maybe hundreds who appealed for the course, my friend Kang Ling got it. if that's not lucky enough, being the first one the appeal list is even more luckier! i'm like cursing my luck now...
I'm happy for her. luckily again she needn't spend so much money in a private institution that she's heading to after her appeal was rejected. Now she has the company of Andrew, which i don't know will be of a good thing to her or not. Haha! crappy guy. i go out with him also my face become like this, |||-_- but, he's a guy who can chase your blues away with his crappy mind.
now Kang Ling, Edwin, Andrew, Mah Ser at NP. Jia Hong, Vincent, Joanne Ling and Cat at SP, plus Ahmad and Disheng. I think we can call Jurong Point our next meeting place already. Aaron is like on the other side of the island and Chew is still pursuing his dreams to be a lawyer; he wants to sue us all for suan-ing him too much during the hey days. Good luck bro, i think i'll escape far away from your world first.
I'm wishing that time can pass a little faster now. I'm like waiting anxiously and patiently for my new PC. The bad thing is that it hasn't been finalised yet ah, what more assembled. but my mum promised me that it'll be "ready" before i start school, so i kinda trust her. Haha, what a son she has. can't even trust his own mum. till then i think i'll just rely on my playstation 1 for entertainment as well as the songs belted out from my neighbours that are singing from their bathtubs.
Sometimes, the best things are those you get for free.
"Damn you Kang Ling!!! You si beh lucky! How i wish i can just have a little bit of your luck!"
No la, i'm not on bad terms with her or am jealous of her. it's just that the whole thing is very coincedental and damn lucky. just when poly is about to start, someone pulled out of a particular course and out of maybe hundreds who appealed for the course, my friend Kang Ling got it. if that's not lucky enough, being the first one the appeal list is even more luckier! i'm like cursing my luck now...
I'm happy for her. luckily again she needn't spend so much money in a private institution that she's heading to after her appeal was rejected. Now she has the company of Andrew, which i don't know will be of a good thing to her or not. Haha! crappy guy. i go out with him also my face become like this, |||-_- but, he's a guy who can chase your blues away with his crappy mind.
now Kang Ling, Edwin, Andrew, Mah Ser at NP. Jia Hong, Vincent, Joanne Ling and Cat at SP, plus Ahmad and Disheng. I think we can call Jurong Point our next meeting place already. Aaron is like on the other side of the island and Chew is still pursuing his dreams to be a lawyer; he wants to sue us all for suan-ing him too much during the hey days. Good luck bro, i think i'll escape far away from your world first.
I'm wishing that time can pass a little faster now. I'm like waiting anxiously and patiently for my new PC. The bad thing is that it hasn't been finalised yet ah, what more assembled. but my mum promised me that it'll be "ready" before i start school, so i kinda trust her. Haha, what a son she has. can't even trust his own mum. till then i think i'll just rely on my playstation 1 for entertainment as well as the songs belted out from my neighbours that are singing from their bathtubs.
Sometimes, the best things are those you get for free.
Sunday, May 15, 2005
I should give two thumbs up to CSCC for organizing such a great camp, man. It was really way above my expectations. Maybe I'm too used to secondary school life. If that's so, thanks a lot for introducing me to the poly life! But before i crap about the fun and exciting part of the camp, I'd like to start with the bad. boo hoo hoo....
i know i'm quiet and maybe 4 days isn't enough for me to open up my hard shell but even if i don't others in my group sure do. btw, my group name was 'ashura' which means ship in japanese. i was fine with it since the theme of the camp was about pirates and stuff but i got a friend name ashyura. so, the feeling was quite wierd for me everytime i got to cheer for the group and stuff. it's like i'm bowing down and looking up on to that friend of mine! no offence to her. she's a good friend of mine. moving on people, there are quite a few characters in my group, especiallt the guys la. there's one name alvin who acted big, though he's small in size and wanna act gentleman. he irritates me la, can't stand him. he thinks he's such a big shot that girls are impressed with his charisma. dream on! if i was a girl, i won't! then there's this dave who is more crappier than jia hong and louder than joanne ling. he's not lame but his actions really speakes louder than words. no doubt he's the joker of my group. but i don't really tune in to the same frequency as him. but he was really funny when he was dressed as a 'shim', with those big and fake boobs made of balloons. worse still, they burst when he was playing with them on stage, presenting himself as a transvestite from thailand. there's this 'psycho' whom the whole group avoided too.not being bad la but he's...yeah a psycho in short.
as for the girls, the one who stood out was grace. always seem to scream everytime. and i find irritating too. so high-pitched. scream for the tiniest reasons like when being pushed around while trying to pick a ball in a game. sigh. nothing more to say. there's two more outstanding characters. xin yi's a very very tall girl. some say she's pretty but i don't, only among my group members la. but xueli is cute and tanned. can't be blamed. beach girl.
my 'mummy' was like a dynamo. small and active. her voice doesn't seem to break though. high-pitched and loud despite her petite size. she's cute la though likes to pose like being 'act cute' for pictures. 'daddy' was a sentimental guy. like kenneth, he listens to songs like 'country road'. oh my gosh. but being the 'toilet paper', he's always needed. and i can never forget him being the 2004 shim beauty pageant winner, dressed like a prostitute like those seen in the red light district. doing pole dance some more! oh man, how much worse can it get... but thanks anyway for taking care of ashura!
one thing i've never experienced before in my life is a night walk. though i've got company, but it's a her so like you know, where got male version of ghosts?!?! anyway, she was human all the way to the end. we had to go through corridors after corridors guided by just the light sticks. expected was like dustbins being thrown, loud screams and occasional banging of doors. but there's this tall black figure standing at the last section of the whole night walk which we had to walk thorugh a long corridor. taller than me. coincedence or not, there's a light stick placed strategically at near the figure la. but i don't dare to pick it up and shine it to the figure. scared la then what! who knows it's not part of the night walk. die. i saw a japanese doll also, those type that come in pairs la and suppose to 'cry' when seperated from the partner but i didn't know about this tale until the group leaders told me. so, yeah.. another lucky break. we only shouted/screamed once thoughout and i think the girl screamed because i shouted la. heh. that was in the long tunnel, when a shout and scream was let out together by two group leaders unexpectedly. but somehow, i believe sp is 'dirty'. being 50 years old now and having survived the WWII, sure have la. there are blocks from t1 to t22 but you'd never find a t13, instead there's a t12a. if you happen to find a t13, please don't tell me ah.
i broke my virginity in this stuff that i thought i'd never ever do in my life. clubbing. yeah, it's inside sp, in one of the rooms whereby they set up all those disco stuff up and play club hits. no boozing allowed though, only the water cooler outside. i did danced, but very stiff ah. haha! only to songs like rnb and pop, not techno. i damn hate it. the thought of it can make my eye bleed. furthermore, you can't sing to techno songs, no kick. can't feel the atmosphere. hey, actually, clubbing is quite nice! haha. what an experience. after around 2 hours in a room filled with grape-flavoured smoke, i felt i had enough ah. they started to play techno songs too, so out i went. dizzy man. and damn the camp leaders lor. it was the last night and they say we all are not supposed to sleep or we will have drawings all over our body. after all those clubbing till 5 ah, i had enough. i tried to take cat naps but the camp leaders camp once every five minutes! make me so fed up that i just slept till the next morning and had their 'signatures' on my legs and hands. what the....
if you think that's bad enough, this is worse. the freshies had to walk blindfolded though 'obstacles' at the campsite, eating stuff like longan filled with wasabe along the way. and as if rolling though a pit filled with cold water and mud wasn't bad enough, i was bombarded with milo powder, flour and poured a pail of cold water right from the top of my head to the tip of my toe. song bo! and my hair was like hardening up with all those flour. yikes. i can sleep halfway through lor. the game lasted around 2-3 hours until when i wanna sleep, i realised it was 2.15 am. sian. i was deprived of my precious sleep throughout the whole camp.
personally, i feel the whole camp was fun and memorable. only if i had the chance to have better mates like those whom i got to know from other groups, the whole thing would be perfect. maybe next time. i'm like so damn 'black' right now, almost camouflaged when night falls. wohoo! poly life i see is like so much interesting. you balance up work and play. maybe i join floorball as my cca. it really caught my eye. perhaps i'll leave that later. i wanna stuff my stomach with food right now. damn hungry....
i know i'm quiet and maybe 4 days isn't enough for me to open up my hard shell but even if i don't others in my group sure do. btw, my group name was 'ashura' which means ship in japanese. i was fine with it since the theme of the camp was about pirates and stuff but i got a friend name ashyura. so, the feeling was quite wierd for me everytime i got to cheer for the group and stuff. it's like i'm bowing down and looking up on to that friend of mine! no offence to her. she's a good friend of mine. moving on people, there are quite a few characters in my group, especiallt the guys la. there's one name alvin who acted big, though he's small in size and wanna act gentleman. he irritates me la, can't stand him. he thinks he's such a big shot that girls are impressed with his charisma. dream on! if i was a girl, i won't! then there's this dave who is more crappier than jia hong and louder than joanne ling. he's not lame but his actions really speakes louder than words. no doubt he's the joker of my group. but i don't really tune in to the same frequency as him. but he was really funny when he was dressed as a 'shim', with those big and fake boobs made of balloons. worse still, they burst when he was playing with them on stage, presenting himself as a transvestite from thailand. there's this 'psycho' whom the whole group avoided too.not being bad la but he's...yeah a psycho in short.
as for the girls, the one who stood out was grace. always seem to scream everytime. and i find irritating too. so high-pitched. scream for the tiniest reasons like when being pushed around while trying to pick a ball in a game. sigh. nothing more to say. there's two more outstanding characters. xin yi's a very very tall girl. some say she's pretty but i don't, only among my group members la. but xueli is cute and tanned. can't be blamed. beach girl.
my 'mummy' was like a dynamo. small and active. her voice doesn't seem to break though. high-pitched and loud despite her petite size. she's cute la though likes to pose like being 'act cute' for pictures. 'daddy' was a sentimental guy. like kenneth, he listens to songs like 'country road'. oh my gosh. but being the 'toilet paper', he's always needed. and i can never forget him being the 2004 shim beauty pageant winner, dressed like a prostitute like those seen in the red light district. doing pole dance some more! oh man, how much worse can it get... but thanks anyway for taking care of ashura!
one thing i've never experienced before in my life is a night walk. though i've got company, but it's a her so like you know, where got male version of ghosts?!?! anyway, she was human all the way to the end. we had to go through corridors after corridors guided by just the light sticks. expected was like dustbins being thrown, loud screams and occasional banging of doors. but there's this tall black figure standing at the last section of the whole night walk which we had to walk thorugh a long corridor. taller than me. coincedence or not, there's a light stick placed strategically at near the figure la. but i don't dare to pick it up and shine it to the figure. scared la then what! who knows it's not part of the night walk. die. i saw a japanese doll also, those type that come in pairs la and suppose to 'cry' when seperated from the partner but i didn't know about this tale until the group leaders told me. so, yeah.. another lucky break. we only shouted/screamed once thoughout and i think the girl screamed because i shouted la. heh. that was in the long tunnel, when a shout and scream was let out together by two group leaders unexpectedly. but somehow, i believe sp is 'dirty'. being 50 years old now and having survived the WWII, sure have la. there are blocks from t1 to t22 but you'd never find a t13, instead there's a t12a. if you happen to find a t13, please don't tell me ah.
i broke my virginity in this stuff that i thought i'd never ever do in my life. clubbing. yeah, it's inside sp, in one of the rooms whereby they set up all those disco stuff up and play club hits. no boozing allowed though, only the water cooler outside. i did danced, but very stiff ah. haha! only to songs like rnb and pop, not techno. i damn hate it. the thought of it can make my eye bleed. furthermore, you can't sing to techno songs, no kick. can't feel the atmosphere. hey, actually, clubbing is quite nice! haha. what an experience. after around 2 hours in a room filled with grape-flavoured smoke, i felt i had enough ah. they started to play techno songs too, so out i went. dizzy man. and damn the camp leaders lor. it was the last night and they say we all are not supposed to sleep or we will have drawings all over our body. after all those clubbing till 5 ah, i had enough. i tried to take cat naps but the camp leaders camp once every five minutes! make me so fed up that i just slept till the next morning and had their 'signatures' on my legs and hands. what the....
if you think that's bad enough, this is worse. the freshies had to walk blindfolded though 'obstacles' at the campsite, eating stuff like longan filled with wasabe along the way. and as if rolling though a pit filled with cold water and mud wasn't bad enough, i was bombarded with milo powder, flour and poured a pail of cold water right from the top of my head to the tip of my toe. song bo! and my hair was like hardening up with all those flour. yikes. i can sleep halfway through lor. the game lasted around 2-3 hours until when i wanna sleep, i realised it was 2.15 am. sian. i was deprived of my precious sleep throughout the whole camp.
personally, i feel the whole camp was fun and memorable. only if i had the chance to have better mates like those whom i got to know from other groups, the whole thing would be perfect. maybe next time. i'm like so damn 'black' right now, almost camouflaged when night falls. wohoo! poly life i see is like so much interesting. you balance up work and play. maybe i join floorball as my cca. it really caught my eye. perhaps i'll leave that later. i wanna stuff my stomach with food right now. damn hungry....
Sunday, May 08, 2005
It has been pouring since 8 in the morning. Some find it a good thing while others don't. Those who cherish Sundays due to their heavy workloads in during he week will certainly appreciate this fine wheather as an excuse to extend their dozing hours. What more if they don't have an air-conditioner at home. The cool weather is a perfect substitute for that machine which many worship like a god or goddess. It's a pity I had to wake up early, my time for sleeping is up! I slept at 9.30 pm yesterday, what do you expect me to do? Sleep for more hours? I might as well hibernate...
I plan to get a haircut tomorrow but, I'm still undecided, still doubtful. Not that I love my hair so much, it holds no significance other than keeping me youthful anyway, it's just that I don't know what style to cut.Maybe i'll just trim it. Yeah, it's just too thick. If not for the cool weather nowadays, my hair may just be catching the attention of the fire department sooner or later. Conservative? Spiky? Neat? Messy? Smooth? Rugged? Please show me the guiding light to this dark tunnel that I'm in right now...
F.O. camp is just days away and I'm still dilly-dallying about it. I still got to get a few things that I don't have with me at the moment. And guess what... I have to bring a water gun. Yeah!!! I'll shoot those who "cool me" down with my super-soaker! Nah, I don't wanna look like a commando when I step out of Dover MRT station, not even when I step out of the house. I'll just stick to my 007 gun that fits nicely into my pocket. As long as I don't catch the attention of the staff on duty in the MRT stations on that day, everything should be fine. I joined the camp just to kill time, well..actually, I quite like camps. Not that I wanna broaden my social circle, that's pretty secondary. This time around I'm really alone. Just like what camps are meant to be, starting from scratch and making new friends from there. So, from the 11th to the 14th, I'd be AWOL from my blog. I'll leave the security of my computer to my personal secretary, just in case there's any hackers who wanna take this opportunity to harrass me.
Till then, I'll just continue to admire the skies which can't seem to stop pouring. Why? What are you so upset about? Is it because of the death of Dr Wee Kim Wee? Seems like he's not only nice to human beings and animals but nature too. Bless him man.
I plan to get a haircut tomorrow but, I'm still undecided, still doubtful. Not that I love my hair so much, it holds no significance other than keeping me youthful anyway, it's just that I don't know what style to cut.Maybe i'll just trim it. Yeah, it's just too thick. If not for the cool weather nowadays, my hair may just be catching the attention of the fire department sooner or later. Conservative? Spiky? Neat? Messy? Smooth? Rugged? Please show me the guiding light to this dark tunnel that I'm in right now...
F.O. camp is just days away and I'm still dilly-dallying about it. I still got to get a few things that I don't have with me at the moment. And guess what... I have to bring a water gun. Yeah!!! I'll shoot those who "cool me" down with my super-soaker! Nah, I don't wanna look like a commando when I step out of Dover MRT station, not even when I step out of the house. I'll just stick to my 007 gun that fits nicely into my pocket. As long as I don't catch the attention of the staff on duty in the MRT stations on that day, everything should be fine. I joined the camp just to kill time, well..actually, I quite like camps. Not that I wanna broaden my social circle, that's pretty secondary. This time around I'm really alone. Just like what camps are meant to be, starting from scratch and making new friends from there. So, from the 11th to the 14th, I'd be AWOL from my blog. I'll leave the security of my computer to my personal secretary, just in case there's any hackers who wanna take this opportunity to harrass me.
Till then, I'll just continue to admire the skies which can't seem to stop pouring. Why? What are you so upset about? Is it because of the death of Dr Wee Kim Wee? Seems like he's not only nice to human beings and animals but nature too. Bless him man.
Friday, May 06, 2005
Just only recently that I got hooked to the show "One Tree Hill". I don't know how to explain it, just like you don't know what the explanations of the presence of lesbians and gays in ths world right now. Some how, I prefer OTH to The O.C. The characters matters a lot to me but not the casts. More importantly I'd rather be impressed by the storyline than the popularity of a show. This OTH has different concept for each episodes and better still, there's no "to be continued..."What begins on that episode, ends on that episode itself. Nice. No impatient waiting for another 7 long days, thus increasing the suspectibility of forgetting what happened before.
I'm a very patient guy, am I? And I don't suffer from short term memory losses, occasionally. I just hate delays, likes things to finish fast and there and then. No hassles, no messes. Get the idea?
OTH somehow reminds me of the Chicken Soup series. Sometimes there's lessons to be learnt from the episodes, others pose interesting issues of the current world. I particularly like last week's one. The cast were made to play a dare game, not knowing that each dare actually helps them to conquer their fears, except for one that used the game to his advantage, that's to "get to a lady better". Visiting graveyards, making out with someone, capturing "wild" animals... how interesting can the situation get? Yeah, I feel you. Bad values portrayed? Don't practise them! Get the idea behind what's shown. I'm sure you're matured enough to get that into your head, right?
I thoroughly remember a scenario in last night's show. This guy, obviously lacking the looks, actually portrays the humility and heart to buy back a doll house that's been the dear of a gal. Mind you, it has been sold at the gal's garage sale days before at a hefty price tag of 450 pounds sterling. It did carve a smile on my face before I realise that my mum has been frowning at my weird facial expression, obviously not knowing what had happened. Urgh...
Pardon me for not knowing the characters' name yet. As I've said, I only got hooked to it recently. A pity not earlier though. But what I know is that from the word of mouth of my gal friends, the show displays a wide array of "cute and handsome" guys...yeah, yeah. Whatever, really. I only know that Chad Michael Murray's in it. But hey, the main gal character is pretty hot too!
I'm a very patient guy, am I? And I don't suffer from short term memory losses, occasionally. I just hate delays, likes things to finish fast and there and then. No hassles, no messes. Get the idea?
OTH somehow reminds me of the Chicken Soup series. Sometimes there's lessons to be learnt from the episodes, others pose interesting issues of the current world. I particularly like last week's one. The cast were made to play a dare game, not knowing that each dare actually helps them to conquer their fears, except for one that used the game to his advantage, that's to "get to a lady better". Visiting graveyards, making out with someone, capturing "wild" animals... how interesting can the situation get? Yeah, I feel you. Bad values portrayed? Don't practise them! Get the idea behind what's shown. I'm sure you're matured enough to get that into your head, right?
I thoroughly remember a scenario in last night's show. This guy, obviously lacking the looks, actually portrays the humility and heart to buy back a doll house that's been the dear of a gal. Mind you, it has been sold at the gal's garage sale days before at a hefty price tag of 450 pounds sterling. It did carve a smile on my face before I realise that my mum has been frowning at my weird facial expression, obviously not knowing what had happened. Urgh...
Pardon me for not knowing the characters' name yet. As I've said, I only got hooked to it recently. A pity not earlier though. But what I know is that from the word of mouth of my gal friends, the show displays a wide array of "cute and handsome" guys...yeah, yeah. Whatever, really. I only know that Chad Michael Murray's in it. But hey, the main gal character is pretty hot too!
Monday, May 02, 2005
I was calling the Transitlink hotline yesterday night and it really irks me when an "answering machine" picks up my call. It goes somthing like this:
"For ......... please press 1"
"For ......... please press 2"
"For ......... please press 3"
"For other enquiries please press 4"
And so I did press 4, for what I was looking up for was not in the options given. Then came Ms "Answering Machine" once more.
ARGH!!!!!
Okay, I admitted that being a Singaporean has instilled a sense of "kiasuism" in me. I wanted to check my eligibility of my tertiary student card. I had no computer access at that point of time! But I do admit that it was way after office hours, at 2200 hours. Another trait of my kiasuism. But let's not get out of point. I presume it'll still be Ms "Answering Machine" when I call during office hours today. Ever tried scolding vulgarities or venting your anger to the person on the other side of the phone? Who knows she'll be listening...and get frustrated. After all, she's human. And human beings have feelings and emotions. HAHAHA! But seriously, I'd be labelled stupid if I do so. I mean who will wanna work full-time repeating the same things over and over again for 365 days a year? It must be recorded right?
Yet again, it's 1800... meaning, it's FREE! You shall be my next channel for me to vent my anger on. Furthermore, I haven't reach the stupidity level of telling anyone that I shouted towards the lady that answered my 1800 call. HAH!
So the next time when you call my handphone or house phone, please don't fret when it says:
"For Fitri's Sister please press 1"
"For Fitri's Mum please press 2"
"For Fitri please press 3"
"For other enquiries please press 4"
After all, to get to me, you just have to go past one pathetic "answering machine" that awaits your arrival. Does that really matter if you really wanna get through me? *winks*
"For ......... please press 1"
"For ......... please press 2"
"For ......... please press 3"
"For other enquiries please press 4"
And so I did press 4, for what I was looking up for was not in the options given. Then came Ms "Answering Machine" once more.
ARGH!!!!!
Okay, I admitted that being a Singaporean has instilled a sense of "kiasuism" in me. I wanted to check my eligibility of my tertiary student card. I had no computer access at that point of time! But I do admit that it was way after office hours, at 2200 hours. Another trait of my kiasuism. But let's not get out of point. I presume it'll still be Ms "Answering Machine" when I call during office hours today. Ever tried scolding vulgarities or venting your anger to the person on the other side of the phone? Who knows she'll be listening...and get frustrated. After all, she's human. And human beings have feelings and emotions. HAHAHA! But seriously, I'd be labelled stupid if I do so. I mean who will wanna work full-time repeating the same things over and over again for 365 days a year? It must be recorded right?
Yet again, it's 1800... meaning, it's FREE! You shall be my next channel for me to vent my anger on. Furthermore, I haven't reach the stupidity level of telling anyone that I shouted towards the lady that answered my 1800 call. HAH!
So the next time when you call my handphone or house phone, please don't fret when it says:
"For Fitri's Sister please press 1"
"For Fitri's Mum please press 2"
"For Fitri please press 3"
"For other enquiries please press 4"
After all, to get to me, you just have to go past one pathetic "answering machine" that awaits your arrival. Does that really matter if you really wanna get through me? *winks*