tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123152042012-02-16T23:43:44.328+08:00Just a place to put all my rantings of life.Comagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679015421311349168noreply@blogger.comBlogger2581100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-11836355796346931822011-11-10T23:38:00.001+08:002011-11-10T23:42:55.498+08:00

I have been spending quite a significant portion of my time doing the household chores, even to the extent of being lashed out at for always wanting to do housework (Who in the right mind thinks about housework all the time?). And today, I was told that it was time well-spent. The bittersweet irony of life. I finally have learned how to appreciate all that my parents have done for me...

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Sometimes it's hard to sit down and enjoy life's little pleasures when things around you are moving so fast. Sometimes it's hard to relax and enjoy life's little pleasures when things call out to your attention. Sometimes it's hard to slow down and take a breather when life refuses to stop for you for a moment. Sometimes, it's tough to stop and stare at things and have time to wonder why when

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It's been quite some time since I last wrote anything around here, and although I had been contemplating to revive this blog, time was unfortunately not on my side. Not until tonight. Life has changed pretty much for me since the last post that I made (Dec 2010). For the better, for worse, for tough times, and for relaxing times. Singapore has changed a lot as well. The streets are more

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I wouldn't call the neighbourhood I live in as having the best living conditions. Neither would I call it the slums, as there are still certain things I like about my estate that wouldn't really justify it as a "slum" per se. Things are really going to change for the year of 2011, and as much as I admit that I am looking forward to it, there will always be a sense of nostalgia that I will think

Comagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679015421311349168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-19856589453601620752010-04-25T01:33:00.001+08:002010-04-25T01:35:15.112+08:00

So we was at Swensens Plaza Singapura. Ordered a Pesto Salmon Saute, and it arrived with a strand of hair as the "sides" on the plate. Manager is summoned, and hair is swiftly pointed out. The manager stares at the hair, and whisks the plate away back to the kitchen. While waiting for the food again, the manager comes out of the kitchen with a bowl of cream soup. "Here, please have the soup

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So I went for a run today. On the way back, a middle-aged woman stopped me and asked me: "Do you know where is Block xx?" I pointed out where the building was, and turned to walk away. "Sorry, do you know how to get to Potong Pasir from here? I heard you can walk to xxx and take Bus xxx." I told her it was too far to walk to take Bus xxx, and directed her to take Bus yyy and transfer to Bus

Comagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679015421311349168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-85278469922125426212010-01-31T20:28:00.000+08:002010-01-31T20:28:35.982+08:00

I am trying to make a list of the things I will do if I ever get to go to the United States of America. Here's my list: 1. Buy a box of Twinkies and gorge myself on it. 2. Visit Jamba Juice and purchase a drink from there. [Here's a funny video related to Jamba Juice by the way...] 3. [Still deciding.. to be appended in future]

Comagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679015421311349168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-64420443256229991722010-01-05T22:35:00.000+08:002010-01-05T22:35:23.014+08:00

The year 2009 was a very busy year. So busy that I didn't have time to continue my posts of nitpicks, rants and complaints. Hopefully, the year 2010 will be much better. A high-level overview of what will be up for 2010: - Adidas Sundown Marathon (Half) - Singapore Standard Chartered Marathon (Full) - Anything else that may come in my way is tentative and TBD.

Comagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679015421311349168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-67390447210274000652009-10-05T22:21:00.002+08:002009-10-05T22:31:38.068+08:00

So I was in a queue to use a cash deposit machine at a bank lobby. There were 2 machines. 1 was spoilt; the other still working. Needless to say, the crowd was lined up behind the working machine. The spoilt machine accepted passbook updates only.One non-local Indian holding a stash of money in the middle of the queue (in front of me), looks at the spoilt machine and wonders why nobody is using

Comagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679015421311349168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-20059593478247537012009-08-20T22:38:00.003+08:002009-08-20T22:52:48.163+08:00

Another workday, another weekend. Cometh thou rest, begone is thy youth.Whence shalt this race slow down or stop, to let me take a breather?I am entwined and grasped in a vise, falling from the heavens in a downward spiral.This is a fucking evil vicious cycle.----------------------------------------I should be happy - I am not.I should be contented - I am not.I should be broken - I am not.I

Comagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679015421311349168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-31524294980620028622009-07-08T19:33:00.002+08:002009-07-08T19:35:13.674+08:00

One morning on the way to work, I passed by a rubbish bin.There was a hamster cage beside the rubbish bin. It was probably discarded by someone, and it still had sawdust and all the accessories inside the cage.The top of the cage had been taken off and was beside the cage on the floor.There were 2 cats sitting left and right of the cage. They were licking their lips.

Comagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679015421311349168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-89270526306190049862009-07-05T00:55:00.003+08:002009-07-05T00:59:08.223+08:00

One morning while walking out to catch the bus to work, I passed by an elderly couple sitting by the roadside ("Elderly" in this post is defined to be having a head of white hair already).The man was standing and shouting at his wife. The man shouted sentences of which snippets I caught were "...I already am doing my best to earn money...", and "...what do you want...".Although the story behind

Comagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679015421311349168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-48447707199211742062009-06-12T07:43:00.002+08:002009-06-12T08:01:08.450+08:00

Somebody once told me that this song that I listen to, by Chris Rea, is simply a song that "I am too young to listen to".Is it? I do not know. You be the judge.Chris Rea - Fool (If You Think It's Over)A dying flame, you're free againWho could love and do that to youAll dressed in black, he won't be coming backSave your tears, you've got years and yearsThe pains of seventeen'sUnreal they're only

Comagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679015421311349168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-46606544978987490492009-05-25T22:49:00.002+08:002009-05-25T22:57:27.845+08:00

I went running in the evening.I saw my neighbour's cat lazing along the corridor on the way out.I petted the cat's head and it grinned at me.I ran past some Gurkhas doing their daily runs.I heard the wind in my ear.I saw some kids playing at the fitness corner.I saw kingfishers standing in the bed of a canel, hunting for fish in the fast-flowing waters.I saw people getting off a bus, going home.I

Comagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679015421311349168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-53698458251988103012009-05-18T21:35:00.002+08:002009-05-18T21:40:51.688+08:00

Over the past few months, I have been training up my skills in the art of "bomb disarmament".And I am getting good at it.

Comagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679015421311349168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-40873373802726009412009-03-29T00:08:00.005+08:002009-03-29T00:54:44.140+08:00

Here's a roundup of notable events that occurred during the past week:1) I was waiting for the lift one fine morning to go to work. The lift doors opened and a pile of barf on the floor greeted me.Oddly enough, the barf didn't stink as bad as I had expected it to.2) I saw a mynah hunting for food beside a drain. It hopped onto the grille to cross the drain. One foot (sic: claw) disappeared

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So it was one fine weekday morning at the bus stop.A little boy (who often comes to the bus stop with his Father) ran off to catch his school bus. He left his watch on the seat. His father was not around; presumably he had left already.I pretended not to notice the lone watch on the seat, but there was no one else around at the bus stop. So I picked up the watch and kept it.********************

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Again, this is an interesting letter which was written to the Straits Times Forum on 23rd February 2009. The letter is reproduced as-is, with comments from me in bold letters:I APPEAL to SMRT and SBS Transit to extend student concession rates to those who have been given places in polytechnics but have not enrolled yet.OK.Under the present system, they are not eligible for student rates until

Comagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679015421311349168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-83819804312295684292009-02-09T19:52:00.002+08:002009-02-09T20:14:26.548+08:00

5th January 2009. That was the day when Mediacock.. oops, I mean, MediaCORP, ended its run of the drama series The Little Nyonya.Today's date? 9th February 2009. Even 1 month later, you still can see commercials on TV featuring themes from The Little Nyonya.When the show has ended, it has ended. What the fuck are you guys thinking?I cannot fathom the hypothetical situation if a series like Prison

Comagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679015421311349168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-7636109853725986932009-01-29T12:27:00.002+08:002009-01-29T12:33:00.586+08:00

Talk about feeling alienated in your own home country...--------------------------------------------------------------------------------HE can see only vague outlines. When he travels on buses, he needs bus drivers to alert him when his stop approaches. UNHAPPY: Visually-impaired, Mr Nair is disconcerted that not all bus drivers understand simple English.

Comagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679015421311349168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-13089181379310811012009-01-29T11:14:00.002+08:002009-01-29T11:23:08.683+08:00

While many people start to take the chance to make new year resolutions, I suppose I won't follow suit by making such things on this blog, since that wasn't meant to be the original purpose of this blog.While there are still many oddity and weird scenes I am seeing on the streets lately, I have become very forgetful as of late due to my new job.However, a few notable things worth mentioning (this

Comagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679015421311349168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-26869214675142660742009-01-13T21:40:00.009+08:002009-02-09T20:15:20.888+08:00

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This was a very interesting letter somebody wrote to the Straits Times on the 6th December, 2008. The letter is reproduced as-is, with comments from me in bold letters:IT HAS been more than a week since the terrorists launched a senseless and audacious attack in Mumbai, the financial capital of India, last Wednesday.Err... OK.The targets of attack included two luxury hotels and other sites. Such

Comagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679015421311349168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-54034220444177590842008-12-02T23:04:00.002+08:002008-12-02T23:11:58.751+08:00

People don't want to hear about problems that you had which you are able to overcome and resolve.People want to hear about problems that made you fuck up and screw you over in life.To them, that can be a bit of humour in a sense.Nobody wants to hear about your problems in life.

Comagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679015421311349168noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-1680520363413255142008-12-01T21:57:00.003+08:002008-12-01T22:02:07.588+08:00

Comagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679015421311349168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-46822053762641634782008-11-12T19:00:00.000+08:002008-11-12T18:59:57.158+08:00

Again, let the pictures do the talking. This was taken from the papers from 15 October 2008 (don't let the date at the top bother you; the guy maintaining the website is sleeping as usual):The next time I accidentally set my ez-link card alight and it burns to kingdom-come, I shall bring that small pile of ashes (or what's remaining of my ez-link card) out to the bus/MRT/LRT, tell the bus driver/

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When it comes to a barbecue, there are some interesting observations one can make:1) Nobody likes/wants to be the one helping to start the fire. They think it's a shit and dirty job.2) Nobody likes to eat fruits after a barbecue. It just isn't right.3) Nobody likes to eat barbecued vegetables. It's just too weird to be eating that shit when you're supposed to be cooking and grilling meat.4)

Comagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679015421311349168noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-20998224390727001942008-10-12T22:49:00.004+08:002008-10-12T22:51:42.995+08:00

When you go for a BBQ with your friends, the girls who go for manicures want nothing to do with helping out at the fire pit.The ones who do help out at the fire pit are the ones who don't go for manicures.

Comagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679015421311349168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-80328886461426361262008-10-01T10:12:00.003+08:002008-10-01T10:17:18.936+08:00

I seriously have no idea WTF these people are thinking. Let the pictures tell the story:'Nuff said about it. Piece of shit.

Comagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679015421311349168noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-32136973099009942512008-10-01T10:00:00.001+08:002008-10-01T10:10:43.329+08:00

1) You complain that the weather is so damned !#$%^&* hot... and then you go home to take a hot water shower.2) You go up to a snack shop to buy some food and drinks, and the lady behind the counter shouts at you "COME! HELLO!", which... doesn't... really... make... sense..., but you don't bother about why anyway.3) Your destination is only one or two bus stops away, but you still take a bus

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Comagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679015421311349168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-35602548276173882532008-09-07T09:18:00.006+08:002008-09-07T12:09:02.174+08:00

Nearly Half of the birthday greetings you received on your birthday are automated messages generated by the public online forums you subscribe to.What a day to start your birthday.*Edit*: 12:05PM, 7th Sept 2008

Comagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679015421311349168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-62408675940056823842008-08-22T22:49:00.002+08:002008-08-22T22:50:58.986+08:00

With recent news being focused on the Beijing Olympics, I have learnt the following important thing from local television channels:The Olympics is primarily made up of the 2 events:1) Table Tennis, and2) Swimming

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While waiting to cross a road to get to work, I saw an old man crossing the road.He held a 4-legged cane in one hand, and strapped to his waist was a pee-bag that was half-full. I walked past him, but was in no position to help him.----------------------------------------While on the train, when the crowd cleared after a busy stop, I saw this woman in a wheelchair in the middle of the train at

Comagenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-2594943070416254042008-08-16T10:42:00.005+08:002008-08-16T11:08:27.852+08:00

It is not uncommon to see arguments in local forums, termed "flame wars".Usually, when such arguments start. There is always at least one person who has the below logic running through his/her fucked up brains:[START LOGIC]x = 100 (or some number large enough for the fucked up brain)IF MORE THAN x PEOPLE LIKE PRODUCT AANDALONG COMES 1 PERSON WHO DISLIKES PRODUCT ATHEREFORE, CONCLUDE THAT THE 1

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So I was at this bubble tea shop, having ordered a drink and standing there waiting to be served (no pun intended).Along comes two kids, and they squeezed in front of me, trying to get served as well. I stepped aside to get some breathing space for myself, slightly peeved at having my comfort zone intruded upon.While still waiting, the two kids were chattering between themselves, and suddenly one

Comagenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-542723270122018962008-07-28T19:52:00.004+08:002008-07-28T20:09:18.501+08:00

So every morning, at a certain bus stop, there is this Grandpa with a girl, presumably his grandchild. The girl seems to be around 12-14 years of age, donning the uniform of a familiar neighbourhood secondary school. They would be there every morning, waiting for the school bus to come pick the girl up.School bus arrives, Grandpa runs up to the school bus (minibus) to open the door for his little

Comagenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-52203848160419699702008-07-10T19:18:00.001+08:002008-07-10T19:21:30.557+08:00

And so it began.A new stage in my life from the start of this month.From now on, there possibly will be less nitpicks, because I will not have much chance to take public transport. Nor will I have the chance to interact with self-centered people anymore. Neither will I be seeing people with weird behavior around me.However, I will still do my best to bring all of you fans out there as many

Comagenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-14217145987916417822008-06-16T07:37:00.005+08:002008-06-16T22:08:13.328+08:00

OK, so we see a report in TODAY newspaper dated 16th June reporting on the PC Show that was held at Suntec from 12-15 June 2008."...the cash registers had chalked up some $51.7 million in sales, nearly double...""...welcomed more than 1.1 million visitors this year..."Is it all that impressive? Let us do the math:Sales = $51.7 millionNumber of visitors (we aren't even going to use the term "

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I know this comes a little late, but better late than never, like they always say...So recently, we have seen a spate of tv commercials by a local mobile phone service provider, with 3 funky men bobbing their heads to music. Here are the commercials, which some may say are "funny" and "hilarious":Video #1:Video #2:Video #3:Video #4:Video #5:Funny? Hilarious? Really?Here's the Real McCoy, posted

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Here's another typical Singaporean-attitude complaint letter. This can be found on TODAYOnline, 17th May 2008.Let us do the maths:Example of a typical situation,Number of seats available: 100Number of people balloting for a seat: 1000Probability of each person getting a seat = 100/1000 or 0.1 or 10% chanceSo here we are, this moron suggesting that he be given a chance to ballot for TWO SEATS in

Comagenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-2002428108133553982008-04-26T10:08:00.003+08:002008-04-26T11:55:12.570+08:00

First off, let me just say that I have received emails from 2 friends who were using hotmail accounts.Their hotmail accounts had been hacked into, and spam sent out to their contacts.Here's what the email looks like:If you go to the website as listed, you will not find a single physical address listed there. The phone numbers are listed as +86, which originates from China. Here are the details of

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Sometimes there are common behavior exhibited by the two.For example, when a person dies, it is not uncommon to see the one closest to the deceased crying out loud and still clinging to the dead body of the deceased, hoping for a miracle to happen.The same goes for hamsters: You may see the other hamster(s) (if you have more than 1 kept together in the same cage), trying to nuzzle up to the dead

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Passed by a maid walking back home with a boy, presumably the maid's employer's child.The maid was carrying the boy's schoolbag.The boy was larger in build than the maid.

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OK, as you can see, I've given this old blog a refreshing new look.And to add to the joys of reading, I've begun to implement tagging of my old posts for your convenience.So go ahead, spoil yourself.

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1.) Mooncake2.) Watermelon3.) Lotus Paste Bun4.) Salted hamDon't ask me why I know that they don't eat these stuff.Update: Added item 4) on 15th Apr, 2008. Original date of post was 3rd Nov, 2006.

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You're eating dinner on the way while walking back home from the bus stop.To add insult to injury, the heavens then decide to literally "shower" you with love.

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There are two ways to make heads turn on the road:Method #1Create an accident.Drivers will slow down and turn their heads. Some may even roll down their windows to have a better look.Method #2This only works if you are a woman.Grow some long hair and perm it with long curls.Wear a red blouse, preferably made of silk or satin. Pair it off with a black skirt that hugs the ass so that the end result

Comagenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-73446522977027333252008-03-18T08:52:00.003+08:002008-03-18T08:58:29.812+08:00

First we have self-help motivational speakers telling you how to get-rich-quick.Then we have self-help nutritionists telling you how to slim down fast.Now, I present the ultimate self-help product that's one-of-a-kind (at least, for now)...

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There are 5 scenarios presented below:Scenario AYou treat your friend to a meal.Your friend doesn't finish even half of the food ordered, saying that the food is disgusting.Scenario BYou offer to pay for some stuff together with your stuff when you two go out buying some stuff. The money's not a lot - maybe less than $10 or so.You think that (on good faith) your friend will return you the money

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Boarded a bus; the driver was a woman in her mid-40s.Bus pulls into a bus stop a few stops down the road. Two women board the bus, asking for directions to go to Location X.The bus driver gives the two women the directions to their destination. They were on the wrong side of the road (they should've boarded a bus from the bus stop opposite the road).The two women gets off the bus, intending to

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This was taken from some other place, so I decided to replicate this here in it's full content because the other site is no longer available:1. The "Where shall I sit? Will it be here? Or maybe that seat over there? Or actually, wait... I think I better sit in that empty seat I just passed by..." PassengerThis category of passenger gets onto the bus, and shuffles their feet along the bus slowly,

Comagenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-50228091766334421362008-02-06T15:53:00.002+08:002008-04-20T19:37:10.750+08:00

Another morning run. It was 7am or so, maybe before 8am.Walking back home, there was an old man with a stack of cardboard boxes. On top of that was a trash bag full of empty aluminium cans. The cans fell over from the stack of cardboards, both of which added up to his height. I thought of going over to help him out, but he picked the trash bag up while holding onto the stack of cardboard all by

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So there was this non-Chinese guy who looked to be in his late 20s who boarded the bus. He held a plastic bag in one hand, and both his arms were tattooed all the way up to the sleeves of his shirt.So he sat two seats away from me on the bus.He took out two sandwiches from his plastic bag (now empty), and began munching away at one on the bus. He held the other one in his other hand with the

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Walking along the streets, there was this little mynah standing by the side of the drain. It was alone; it's partner nowhere in sight.It looked sad; it kept looking down, but not down into the drain for food.So I approached it to get a better look. The lil' bird hopped away in a funny manner, then stopped and looked down again in a sad and depressed manner.It was looking at its feet.One of its

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So there's this beatboxing competition recently on Channel U that's showing. And here's a clip from one of the TV footages:Note to Self: To be a beatbox wannabe, you MUST wave your hands and move it around like you're a punk rapper, even if it adds nothing to your "coolness" factor.----------------------------------------If you think that was COOL and L33T and all, watch this next video:The Real

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So there were these 3 folks that I'm single-ing out for this story:1) The Old Woman in her 50s, because she's still using a blue ez-link card (OW)2) The Woman with the Baby (WwBB)3) The Bangla Foreign Worker (BFW)So I board Bus 57 at Sim Lim Square. OW is behind me, BFW is seated at the seat right behind the exit (Yes, the one just under the TV, so it's a single seat). WwBB, I don't know. She was

Comagenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12315204.post-28372892008964273212007-09-28T14:23:00.000+08:002007-09-28T14:55:42.281+08:00

Sometimes when you walk around "the" canteen for lunch, you see Medicine undergraduates having lunch with their stethoscopes. They would wear it around their necks, and have lunch just like that.What the f*** is wrong with them? Do they really have no lockers or a place to put their stuffs? Hell, they weren't even carrying their school bags with them (which means their bags are left/locked up

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You know your life starts to stink when you have to have your meals while walking around getting to places.

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This September has got to be the worst one of all the 24 years in my life.I look forward to a better life for this 25th year of my life.

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I suppose this site will be down unconditionally until I find time to update it, or if I see a sudden surge in the support from folks like you (YES, YOU!) reading this. :pI won't be putting down the reasons why I'm busy, because this blog isn't about what's happening in my life (like some other blogs), nor is it about how many fishballs were in the noodle soup I had for lunch, where I went to

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YES! It's my first nitpick on a national event!Just 3 little rants:1. WTF was wrong with the bloody kids who were performing? They were all out of sync, with many of them dancing in a half-f**ked manner as if they didn't really didn't want to be in it.They sure found the wrong kids this year.2. Many shots show the kids dancing, and upon seeing the camera coming, they'd turn around deliberately

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What the hell is wrong with the world nowadays?Worldwide sensation over the new Harry Potter book? Tight international embargo on the books that are shipped out? Selling in Singapore at 7:01am sharp this coming Saturday, 21st July?What the f*** is this all about? What's the big deal with this book?OK, so children get to read a book. And what do they achieve at the end of the day? Do they:Save the

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Personally, I have NO grudge against Big Macs, but when you encounter a situation like the one that happened to me below, you will understand what I mean:++=In Mandarin, a Big Mac is known as a 巨无霸. That means "Super Big", when translated back into English.This is as bad as the time when I saw a Big Mac come down from a bus, wearing a mini-skirt. I caught a glimpse of the butt cheeks of the Big

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A very interesting read indeed, as computer games are required to have auto-shutdown systems in place, otherwise they will be banned:No surprises as to the country of origin of this piece of news.First Google, now games. Not to mention the list of nonsensical counterfeit items that originated there, in alphabetical order (WOW! We can organise the list in alphabetical order now!):Chewing gum (

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your double chin can be seen even from across the street.

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1. You ask yourself or your friends, "How many movie they got already har?" or "This one is the fourth movie already issit?"2. You forgot what the sorcerer's stone does. Uh... is the Sorceres's Stone the 1st movie ar?3. You forgot what was inside the chamber of secrets.4. You forgot what the goblet of fire does.5. Azka-WHAT?6. You have never read a single Harry Potter book at all.7. You exclaim "

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Once again, I have a list of MSN contacts, ready to be moved into the "Friends-Who-Have-Graduated-And-Will-Never-Reply-My-Messages-Ever-Again" group.Do you have such a group in your list?

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This has gotta be one of the worst sites ever set up for news.Read it only if you ABSOLUTELY have nothing else to do on your hands.Otherwise prepare yourselves for several "WTF-is-this-guy-trying-to-complain-about" moments while you look through the articles.PS: I have to ask this question: Does my blog actually look similar to the website? If there is a remote similarity to it, please let me

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If you have a driving license, and are intending to (or already have) get a car in the near future, here are some links for a good read:This one's about faulty tires, similar to the Firestone recall in 2000.And this one is about a bad design of a car which failed terribly in a German car crash test.No prizes for guessing which country these automobile/products came from.

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Ever seen a pile of human waste in the common shower area of a public swimming pool?I have.

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You can be the richest person in the world, or the smartest person in the world. You may have all the cars and houses, all the gold and jewelery. You could also be very streetwise and knowledgeable.Apart from the old saying "curiosity killed the cat", there's another one.Old age will kill you.

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So there was this kid and his mother on the bus.The mother took out a chinese assessment book from the kid's bag, presumably to check on his work from school.The kid said in Singlish, "I anyhow write one!"The mother kept quiet and flipped open the kid's book. She glared at the kid's work and replied angrily back at her kid, "Aiyoh, why liddat?" She gave a frown and put the book back into the

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Walking past a block of flats, it was the time when the postman came by to make the daily mail delivery to the mailboxes.Only this time it wasn't a postman. It was a "postwoman". Well, a part-time middle-aged lady employeed by SingPost (an auntie la!).And then there were two of them.The other "postwoman" looked to be of a smaller build than the middle-aged lady. Much younger, with a dark

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So there was this old woman who got onto the bus. She boarded the bus and attempted to pay for the fare with coins. She handed the coins to the bus driver.The bus driver looked puzzled and pointed to the coin box instead.After payment for her fare, she took a seat. The bus rolled along a a pretty decent speed.The bus whizzed past one of the bus stops along its route. The old woman shouted in

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This film will never win an Oscar's. This film will never make it to the Greatest Films of All Time. This film will never be held in high regard by the AFI. This film will not be remembered as a classic film 50 years later.Why then, are there so many locals who flock to the cinema just to watch this ordinary film, with tickets being sold out as early as 3 days before premieres?Is it because the

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Pretty cool track, with a slightly disturbing MTV. The artiste is Fergie, and the track is called Glamorous:Local radio stations are playing the version without the words "a$$" and "f***".A nice track gone bad, thanks to unecessary censorship.

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Have you ever waited 40 minutes for a bus, where the bus ride only lasted 20 minutes?

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You may be seeing plenty of old folks around town or your neighbourhood area, opening up trash bins to pick out the empty drink cans. Common sight around Singapore? Yes, indeed. These cans sell for roughly 5 cents each at the scrap metal dealers.Some folks take this up to supplement their income; others do it for a living.Amazingly, there is at least one staff who involves himself actively in

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Survivor + Battle Royale = Best Reality TV SeriesThis show is slated to be the real-est reality TV show! No rigging of votes, bets, drama and excitement!3 simple rules govern this upcoming reality TV series:1. Participants are dropped on an island, with only a knife (or some other necessity equipment).2. A helicoptor will come to pick them up in 1 month's time.3. The helicopter only has room for

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Webcams are very useful for viewing pimples that are growing on parts of your body that you can't even see with the help of a mirror.

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And so I boarded the bus and took a seat. The driver was looking in the mirror for a very long time, staring at somebody in the seat behind.He drove off after about half a minute of staring into the rear view mirror.Stopped at the next stop. He let some passengers up, and resumed staring to the mirror.Somebody pressed the bell. Three teenage girls walked up to the exit. Bus pulls into the next

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Prolonged consumption of mints carries the reverse effect that Viagra has on men.

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The time you spend online using your favourite IM is proportional to the degree to which your friends take you for granted.To counter this, do the Houdini Act.

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This article assumes that your are using Windows Messenger (MSN).To do this, follow the following steps:1. Click Tools, followed by Options.2. Click Privacy.3. In the left box that you see, under Allow List, right-click the contacts individually.If any of the contacts has the option "Delete" available, you have been deleted off from their contact list.So there, use this to check who is still on

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And here's another fine one, from Balls of Steel:Balls of Steel? Hell yeah. He'd be arrested immediately in Singapore if he did that here.

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Here's another video from Balls of Steel. Not very particularly funny like the first two last time:

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Sometimes, if you're a guy and you're in a public toilet, you may sometimes meet strange people who stare at you as you walk into the toilet. That's still pretty OK, since some people just have a quirky habit of staring at every single person walking by.If you're really lucky, you'll may just come across an old man who's taking a leak at the urinals beside you, and furiously beating himself off

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It is hypothesized that if you have an infinite number of monkeys, each matched to a computer with a keyboard in front of it, and you let them whack away at the keyboards, there is certainly a possibility for at least one monkey who will be able to press the correct combination of keys that results in something legible, like Shakespeare's list of complete works.Or that report which you handed in

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Another evening in school before a night lecture.So there was this queue at a food stall, and there were 3 girls in front of me. It was 1755hrs on the watch, and the stall was fast running out of food. Sometimes, people would step up to look at what's left in the counter before queueing up.And that was what this Chinese national student did when he came. He took a very long look at the food, with

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WTF#$%^&!!! Number 1 (On the bus)So the bell rang when somebody pressed the bell. The bus pulled into the stop, and I was seated beside the exit. I was wondering why there was nobody making their way towards the exit.The doors opened.An Indian woman in front turned behind after the doors opened. Her Indian husband was standing in the standing area on the bus, holding onto their baby in a pram.

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A good friend is one where you are still in touch at the age of 70 (assuming both of you are still alive).A bad friend has many definitions.A bad friend is defined as one who defines you as having an expiry date.

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There was this young punk queuing up at the TransitLink Ticket Office.Punk: "Can I take out the money from this (EZ-Link) card?"Woman: "Yes sure... you mean refund it?"Punk: "Yeah."Woman: "OK."*After a few moments*Woman: "I give you all the money in the card, but I gotta take back the card, OK?"Punk: "Uh, can I take out some money from the card only, and you give me back the card?"Woman: "Sorry,

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What the hell is "tu"? I only know that it means "taking your own time" in dialect. What the hell is "re chi"? I only know it's 热吃. And what the FUCK is that? Makes no sense to me. And what's with the stereotyping of Chinese old women? "Thus, Chinese grannies...": So you're making a statement? It's a known fact? It sounds like your grand "Theory of Chinese Grannies who prepare 'cooling' herbal

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The Chinese EmbassyTrees are grown all over the perimeter of the compound, such that you see nothing at all beyond the trees.Even the gate facing the main road, is only as wide as a man's shoulder. The gate is brown (seemingly in a planked-up design). A guard stands in that open gate, filling in the gap, so that you still see nothing at all beyond him.The British High CommissionIt has barricades

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And here's another one, from the show "Balls of Steel".If only life here were that exciting like that in this show:

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I should very much like to see the first person in Singapore daring to do this...

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Let's not even go there by talking about a gunfight. Let's just say a fight breaks out, involving a cop. If the cop takes cover behind your car, is your car insured against such incidents?Got me wondering...

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And it's the time of the year where we start to fill in our feedback for the modules that we have taken. Here's a snippet that I contributed:"Term paper should have been an individual effort. 2000 words, divided across two students, seems like assigning 2 students to cook a small pot of instant noodles. Hell, even '(name of another module)' has a 5,000 word-limit term paper, done

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