The Big Showdown

An insider episode of The Contender on AXN over the weekend has certainly sparked an interest in me watching on for the final showdown @ Caesars Palace, Las Vegas. Unfortunately, I happened to receive the latest update that Sergio Alfonso has just walked away with the sweet one million bucks. Check out contender.tv.yahoo.com for the latest news. My blogmate, I hope you're not reading this - it was a fair match. A loss was inevitable for Peter. Haha...
Singaporeans are really uncaring b******s I realised, especially the men. No offence but seriously, this morning's train ride marked the second time I ain't seeing anyone giving up their seat for a pregnant lady. To all the men out there (if you still regard yourselves as one), for Christ's sake, lift that extra-heavy ass of yours and stand instead, although a majority of you have chicken, joss-stick like legs, but that doesn't excuse you from playing the blind. Seriously, are we really THAT hard up for a seat? Do we actually weigh more than a mother-to-be with a kid in her? In addition, in the mornings, the train tends to get really queeshy and uncomfortable, however the instability of the train's motion can even cause a normal human being to lose balance, let alone a pregnant lady. She was just standing in front of TWO men, yes not one, but TWO. The most maddening thing - one was asleep and the other just stared right into space. OMG! Arrrrrgggggghhhhhh!
GO LIVERPOOL! SHOW THEM WHAT THE ENGLISHMEN ARE MADE OF!

ROBBIE!!!

ahhh! shouldn't have watched the epl highlights show... then i wouldn't know wat a blunder u made... i really felt as though i was a fan in the crowd... my head was in my hands when i watched it on tv... missing the penalty??? ahhhh... u cud have sent man city to the uefa cup!!! the timing couldn't be better... the ground was right... the setting was perfect... but the hero... wasn't you...
*nobody understands*

Just To Say Hi... 

It all happened in a week...

i'm not juz any ordinary cat 

Been rather busy this past week... but hey... no week is without its outstanding characters yeah?
*nobody understands*

The little girl...
Was at a bedok interchange during the week to have my breakfast after a long day at work... was already zonked out like a zombie makin my way to the coffeeshop when i walked past a bunch of school girls... there these girls were calling out loudly to this little other plump scool girl who was like abt a few metres away from them to hurry up... suddenly... the girl shouted back to her frenz... chee bye lah u... u chee bye cannot wait ah chee bye... wah seh... it really broke the silent atmosphere of the neighbourhood... uncles n aunties juz cud not believe their ears... mind u... i was stunned too... the girl was like so young... still in primary school... wow... dun they start young these days...
*nobody understands*

The rash...
Seems like my skin problem has come back to haunt me... i was fine for a while after i had seen the skin doctor and so i stopped wif the medication... turns out... it was juz an illusion... now its back... tried to continue wif the medication again... but seems like the desirable effects i crave for did not materialise... my old sores have reopened again... well... partly due to my excessive scratching... but tats not the point... the point is... tiny marks have appeared on my face... juz hope it wun be full blown... otherwise i'd have to be a masked man... n then... i'll surely be the real phantom of the opera...
*nobody understands*

On the train...
Was rather tired on the train back from novena 1 particular morning... was lookin round for a seat which did not materialise as the train was quite crowded... but hey... it's usually crowded at this early in the morning anyway... no worries... i'll juz stand... in on the next stop came this woman who was pushin a stroller wif a baby in it and holdin a child in her arms... she motioned her way towards the part of the carriage where they link up... juz abt where i was standin... there at the two-seater sat this girl who was reading a book and a rather aged woman... the girl looked up at the mum... and then looked back down at her book... i must have guessed tat the book she was readin was too exhilarating coz she like juz pretended she wasn't there... the aged woman then stood up... and offered her seat to the mother... of course the mum was embarrased... but the woman juz coaxed her into the seat... at the moment... i was juz curious to know wat the girl was reading... it was the Bible...
*nobody understands*

Nitin...
this guy is a real asshole... if u take the words needless... pointless... redundant and unnecessary... mash them up real good... the outcome wud probably be the things i wud have to do during my shift from this joke of a guy... already as it is... i have to do quite a number of things to do in limited time when i'm on shift... apart from cleaning the bar... stockin up and doin the sales... this idiot comes along... and tells me to do a stock take... wat? in the middle of the month? are u joking? okok... wat am i to say? i'm juz a part-timer man... then the fool tells me to polish the fridge... scrub the floor to make sure there isn't any ash residue on the brick flooring... when i'm back at the main bar... he tells me to clean the air-con... change light-bulbs... dust the lights... farkz... and wat the hell does he do? do wat he does best... supervise... kan ni na... most of the time i see him work he only know how to do the unnecessary things... he nv helps any of the night shift pple wif the workload... he does wat he feels like doing... which is basically nothing... clean office lah... shift things in the office from one shelf to another shelf... throwin empty boxes and rubbish onto the floor expectin us to clean it up for him... he's juz a fuckin prick... i shud really juz tell him...
harlo mistarrr-rrrrr-rrrrr.... we cannot be seen doing nothing issit yar-rrrr-rrrrrr?
*nobody understands*

At the bank...
was rather short on cash and i had 5 australian dollars and 10 US dollars on me... it was close to 9 in the morning and i was at bedok interchange to have my breakfast... the money changer wasn't open so had to go to a bank to change it... although the rates were lower there... it was only a small amount i tot... i mean how big cud the difference be? i soon found out... i gave the teller my money... she asked for my IC... din think much as tot this was juz customary procedures at outside banks... she then asked me to wait... she then went to get a book on how each bank note shud look like... nv got this sort of treatment at the airport counters b4... i stood there waitin for at least 20 mins while she checked to make sure each note was real... i was quite insulted to tell u the truth... juz coz my face look like a crook doesn't mean i am one ok ma'am...
*nobody understands*

Man Utd...
and to top it all off... man utd had to lose their last home game of the season...
*nobody understands*


Looks like a nice place eh? 

its a long one today...

Oh simple thing
where have u gone
i'm getting old and i need something to rely on
so tell me when
you gonna let me in
i'm getting tired i need somewhere to begin
( Keane - Somewhere Only We Know )
*nobody understands*

Went down to bakerz last sunday to return my uniform... as soon as i reached the door... one of the staff approached me... "Table for you sir?"... i was shocked in 2 ways... number 1... usually the staff at bakerz wud need to be approached instead... and number 2... the fact tat nobody recognises me anymore makes me feel like a stranger in this place... everybody was unrecognisable once i stepped into the restaurant... i mean desert place... the only person who cud gif me salvation was none other than candice... saw alan too... but who cares abt him... both of us were nv bread n butter... jon wud know wat i meant... gave back my uniform and signed the release forms... there u go... severe all ties wif this establishment... sadness? i left tat wif the uniform...
*nobody understands*

a msg from Jo the counter gal made me realise something which i had totally forgotten abt...
i still have to clear out my locker in scool... damn... gonna need a trash bag...
*nobody understands*

This week startin... will effectively be my last 3 weeks at harry's... it'll almost be a half yr since i started workin there... my my... gonna miss this job... not the management... but the job... no matter wat u might have heard from me... i liked working there... well... at least the shift i'm doin now actually... i really feel like i've learned a lot of things from sahar who's my colleague at work... things would have been much more harder without him... he's cool lahz... we got same kind of mentality abt everything... although he's already 26... talkin to him is easier than i expected... after our shifts we can still hang out for breakfast... amazing considering we're both already so tired... heyz man... will treasure ur friendship n everythin u've taught me...
*nobody understands*

esplanade called me a few hours ago... it was abt a back-dated e-mail i had sent them way back in september askin abt a job vacancy there... they asked me if i was still interested... my... dun they have an efficient human resource management... told them i already had other committments... it's funny... if they did accept me back then... guess i wouldn't have known how great it is to be a bartender... the pay is fantastic at esplanade no doubt... but i dun think i wud have the same satisfaction from workin as i do now... well... everything happens for a reason eh?
*nobody understands*

i hate to say this... but episode 3: revenge of the sith looks interestin man... might even go catch it at the cinema... even though i know i wun catch watever they're talkin abt... i've nv been a star warer... dun even know if the empire is good or bad... dun even know if R2D2 is the one tat can talk or the "ti-bi-pi-tu" character... hell... i dun even know if their light saber can actually grow longer anot... all this din matter for me... coz i really din have an interest... arghs... but now... if i start watchin episode 3... and if i like it... so God help me... i'll have to watch episode 4... and 5 and 6... then i'll hafta watch episode 1... and 2... then i'll watch 3 again to understand everything... then 4... then 5... then.........
*nobody understands*

it's over for man utd... how the mighty have fallen... their season has effectively ended wif tat draw AT HOME to west brom... and wif arsenal beatin liverpool... 2nd place is now effectively out of reach for the red devils... sad? yeah... a season which showed so much promise wif the signing of rooney and ronaldo... now ends in 3rd... i hate to see this happen to the red half of manchester...
it's a new beginning for man city... under the leadership of stuart pearce... man city even have the very slim chance of makin it into europe next season... fantastic considering the season they had under kevin keegan... tat man is as inconsistant as my blood sugar levels... but of course... he managed liverpool b4... *cheap shot*... anywayz... knew there were great things in store for man city... never gave up on u guyz... told u gerald... told u to back them... hahaz...
*nobody understands*

talked to my sis for a couple of mins on MSN... she told me abt how she's gonna catch the man utd vs chelsea game... a ticket cost abt 25 pounds... it's things like this sis... which make me wanna juz live there...
*nobody understands*

been a long time since i last went out wif u jon... meet up soon b4 i go in yeah?
*nobody understands*

u owe me a fortune... i see u on MSN all the time... yet it's amazing... how u can juz act as if i'm not there... screw u... shows wat kind of person u are...
*nobody understands*

Red and yellow and blue and green,
Purple and orange and pink,
I can sing a rainbow,
Sing a rainbow,
Sing a rainbow too!
*nobody understands*

Let's make things better... 

Service In Singapore - Not even 5 cents worth

That's what I like about blogging. To literally vent out my anger and unhappiness. This week's topic shall be "What IS good service?" Define the following. A piece of slender meat managed to ruin my entire Saturday. Step into the Nokia Care Centre @ Wheelock Place and you're bound to understand why. There's this peculiar look on this bimbo's face that's totally unacceptable (to me). She fits the bill of: A woman regarded as vacuous or as having an exaggerated interest in her sexual appeal, in other words a bimbo. Can't believe this, I'm helplessly repeatedly saying that word. It's hard to get me pissed - but that bimbo did it. Damn!
10 Things I Hate About You:
1. Your smugness and arrogance that's super irritating
2. Your out-of-this-world, one-of-a-kind attitude
3. How your boobs walk before your body does (Young lady, for god's sake, opt for a push-up)
4. Your worst attempt at how to spell the word 'repeat'
5. Your totally bitchified voice - exactly how a bimbo would sound
6. The way you unnervingly flirt in front of a customer with your muhd colleague
7. The speed you take to type a word on the keyboard as if you are afraid they might ruin your manicure - at the rate you're going, you're never gonna make it.
8. How you simply ignore the Caps Lock button - precisely why Community Centres should offer basic typing lessons for computer illiterates like you
9. You ruined those few minutes of my beautiful Saturday
10. You got me writing about you - that's brilliant!

Strictly for Passengers' Use.

All that noise, all that sound
All those places that i have found
And birds go flying at the speed of sound
To show how it all began
Birds came flying from the underground
If you could see it then you'd understand
( Coldplay - Speed of Sound )

This song's growing on me...
*nobody understands*

This has been the 1st time i've been using a computer in the last 2 weeks... for real... the longest i've not touched a computer... my goodness... the digital age has truely(did i spell it rite?) taken over... juz din see the need to go online... nobody e-mails me anymore... dun have to go online for research either... if i got nothin to do... i usually juz sleep the day away... and when i get home from work... tats wat i usaully do... so out of touch wif society my mum wud say... aren't they out of touch wif me?
*nobody understands*

Been religously watching The Contender... quite an exciting show to be honest... goes to show tat i not only enjoy brainless shows k... hahaz... moving on... the idea of the competition is... 16 boxers... 2 pple fight each other in a sanctioned match each show... final 2 will fight in front of a live crowd at Caesar's Palace which is like considered every boxer's ultimate dream... oh... and of course... the winner takes home a million dollars... wow... do u feel it? i feel it...
wait a min... i hear ivan in the background... WAT ABT THE OC MANNNNNN?
yeah... wat abt it?
*nobody understands*

Gonna be enlisting soon... slightly a mth more before i go in... not say looking forward to it... but also not detesting it... i guess every straight guy's time will come yeah? MAKE ME A MAN DAMMIT!
*nobody understands*

It's happened again... 2 weeks ago i was dasri bin mohammed... last week i was datuk bin mohammed... now... i'm juz mohammed...
*nobody understands*

Re: i'm not angry lahz... why wud i be? she din go do a diploma in tat course for nothing did she? it's juz personal preference tat i steer away from her writing... becoz... some way or the other... i can juz imagine her voice saying all tat she's writing and... well... it juz isn't really tat pleasant listening to it ya know... she is entertaining no doubt... how can she not be when almost everything in her world is juz super exaggerated? damn... i've said too much... her fans will be leaving unenviable(did i get it rite again?) commments here now...

alamak... ah beng... die lahz...

Lastly,
I believe u... pls... listen to me now... for all our sakes... take the damn bus...
*nobody understands*