I was disgusted at first with all the hidden fats and oil…
But after the wicked smell of coney topping invades your nerves…
Hooochimama!! PUT MORE FATS IN THIS SHIT MAN!!!
Ah MuNna Eat Choo!!
Rainy Days….
It was once gloomy dark clouds….
It was once jus plain grey…
There was once a time for nothing but aimless wanders….
There was a time the world around just seems that the rain never stops.
There was…………………….
Its not so difficult to swallow anymore…. after an afternoon.
Cheap and Cheerful
My eyes were opened to cheap and cheerful…
Others are just too superficial…
I don’t need your expensive and depressed things…
I want it cheap and cheerful!
Check your blind spot!!
i was minding my own business doing my work in office, i realised that the lighting became slightly darker. suddenly there was a wave of stale air floating around, it didn’t take too long before i realised that the stale air i was inhaling was all so familiar.
“German Gas!!”….
I turned around and i saw…..
This huge ass set of buns was facing my doorway. My door way was only 1 metre in width and this arse covered 9/10 of it. Yea…its a ENORMOUS! She didn’t realise that there is people inside this little cubicle of mine. “ME!” She conveniently let go a “silent killer”.
For goodness sake… ” Check yourblind spot!!! people!!” before you do anything catastrophic! I am turning purple here!!! FUCK!!
A new beginning has slowly creep into life….
Gives me warmth all round.
i wana just be surrounded in it and indulge every moment…
Tho not certain it bears the same returns….
Its 2am and we feel like crab…
Sometimes we cannot explain the things we do, say, feel or eat. A innocent jamming session with 2 buds became a fried rice and black pepper feast. Its 2.15am in the morning, i have to work the next day… but fuck it. My tummy comes 1st. Thanks Zen master for the treat! Next one will be one me ok!
So once the cravings had been satisfied, the snooze master is about to attack.
Methods to cook crab,
1) Black pepper 2) Chilli 3) Garlic 4) white pepper 5) Steam 6) Water egg steaming 7) Salted egg 
cold crab…..too many… but still Shiok to eat!!!
Next round we have prawns… tho our photographer cannot eat!!! He can eat other things when we eat prawns!!
Kopi shop Talk
Many times I wonder what are the lingos or jargens means behind a hawker stall… Eg,
Me: “Mee pok dry soup!” Take away please”
Hawker : “pok zhao!”
What I say in 7 words can be summarize in 2 words. Man… Am i wasting my breathe or what!!
I went to buy lunch earlier and intend to buy some coffee. There was quite a queue and was moving quite fast, partly due to people are like blabber thru their order and everyone was fast… if you are slow, people behind u will start to make noises ” tsk!! Tsk! tsk!”. Ordering a cup of coffee was never this stressful. Lucky I know what i wanted and i know what to say when my turn comes…
… I got into the queue, there was a pretty office lady in front of me. When her turn came…..
OL : “Erm… Cold Ice Tea…no condense milk…less sugar…not too thick… Can i have it packet??”
Drink shop owner : ” TEH O PeNG PO BAO!!” issit?
OL : ” huh??..Uurmm..Heh heh… ya.. teh o peng po bao” (akward face)
Drink shop owner : ” TEH O PENG PO BAO!!”
Drink maker: ” TEH o PENG PO BAo!!’
The whole ordering process sounds like singing with back ground vocals.
16 words to order a tea was greatly discounted to just 5 words.
Why bothering talk so muc? Learn their lingo, maybe ur order will be faster by 1 mins or so. HAHAHA!!
SingFreakinFest
Actually when i heard about this singfest thing, I wanted to go. I really wanted to go because of Jason Mraz. But when i heard about the price… i held back. $300 for 2 days and $180 for just sunday and happen to be the day when Jason was playing.
After much hesitation, a friend who told me ” Do you want to go? I feel the itch to go” and after a “What the Fuck!! Let’s do it” impulse thought… I bought the tickets. A whopping $183 for a ticket. Surprisingly that when I went to collect the tickets at sistic… the counter officer said : ” Lucky you bought early… Sunday tickets sold out already. “ Hmmm… is this a sign?
We walked 5mins to reached the end of the queue, waited in line for 35-40mins before we see the main entrance. Its fuckin HOT too.
After the long queue outside… there is another massive unruly, smelly, sticky crowd waiting….this time i can’t see the end of the queue. Not really a queue… more like a big squeeze. I always thot singaporeans are kiasu lot… but surprisingly once the door was opened. Those ang moh kids n adult are actually shouting ” GO!! GO!! GO!! They pushed thru the crowd like their pants are on fire.
Highly anticipated people…
Overly excited people….
Chill people…
Shiny happy people….
Did i mention that it was bloody HOT! My t-shirt was already drench when i went in. After we settle down… my shirt was off. People around me have theirs off too… lucky…my fats dun seem aot compare to others… *phew…
JASON MRAZ!!!!! AAAAaaahhhh!!!! (stupid camera phone)….%$#$$^%@#
Tired after jumping and dancing around…. Mraz took my breathe away.
Worth every fuckin cent…..
As hard as 1234.
Thank you guys for readin my blog…..
Jus happened to see the readership at 1,234.
Many thanks.
Will be updating about Singfest. woooooHhhooo!!
