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Friday, January 16, 2009
I got it, i really got it, this time..
After i was born, my parents decided to have another child, who happens to be my sister. They wanted a girl, for obvious reasons cause im a boy. So when my mom was pregnant, she asked my dad whether he preferred it to be a girl or boy, he said that whether he prefers which doesn't matter cause its probably decided by now and he gives my mom's tummy a light tap. But if you really want to know(ok this is what he said) :" Nevermind la, doesn't matter whether its a boy or girl, as long as its a girl." LOL, and my mom 0.o". Okay so when my mom went for the pregnancy check up at kk hospital, initial tests determined it to be a boy(partly cause last time machine so lao ya). Only until the actually birth date did my mom realise that it was a girl, so she was damm happy and excited and ran downstairs to the public phone to call my dad. On the phone she sounded really excited and described everything to my dad in english. Seated right beside the phone was an elderly woman, clearly very conservative and traditional, seeing my mom so happy, she asked: "Di Yi tai ar?"(first child?) my mom says no second, then the lady asked :" Nan de ar" (baby boy?) my mom says no girl, the lady says :" tsk so happy for what..."
One of the things i hate most in the world is when hawkers give me the wrong food, especially SPECIFIC orders. That day, i went downstairs to buy my usual char siew fan from the best stall i know, oh man before i continue....they use chicken rice for char siew fan, their sauce is sweet and tasty yum yum and their charsiew is thick, juicy and soft...goes perfect with the chicken rice i tell you. Okay back to topic, i always buy from this auntie one and always buy wan ton mee from this auntie also and i ALWAYS tell her no chilli, because i can't eat chilli, don't get me wrong i love chilli and spice but cause of acne i must avoid all spicy stuff. So i paid 4 dollars and took the da paoed food up. Went home, put everything down sat at the table and ahhhh relax...time for lunch. I took metal fork and spoon from the kitchen drawer, opened the styrofoam box and mentally prepared myself and my hungry tummy to eat delicious char siew rice. But to my disspointment...i saw chilli.....not only chilli, i saw RED chilli, GREEN chilli, chilli SAUCE, chilli POWDER, and soy sauce with chilli SEEDs. auntie ar...i said i don't want chilli, i nvr say i want ALL the chilli........
Speaking of aunties, there was a hilarious scene i saw at toapayoh the other day. I was at the junction, i saw another elderly woman who seemed lost and don't know how to cross the road. ( i know this sounds like a typical pri sch Xiao Ming composition but its true.) A gentleman, seeing the woman in distress, offered to help the elderly woman cross the road, he took her hand gently and the woman just nodded, okay STOP. This woman did not nod IN APPROVAL she nodded to adjust her head to see who it was, so the gentleman thinking she accepted his help, started to lead her(or rather pull her) onto the road to cross in the direction he believes she is traveling to. Now this is what i heard in dialect: " AHHH!! COME AR!! HELP ME!! DON'T MOLEST ME!!! DON' RAPE ME!!! AHHH HELP HELP!"*(lai ren ar! you se lang!) okok, lets assess the situation...to me, a gentleman in proper office attire is standing in the middle of the road holding the arm of a woman i guess looks 80, dressed in traditional flowered clothing, and of course..the woman is screaming... i look away...i decided that i should not get involved...after that i just AM CHIO for the next 15 minutes.
I love the kids where im working, they're cute, and innocent. Uh oh, looks like im wrong...LOL initially the boys and girls are shy and attentive, until i got friendly with them. Well they actually love me lol, during recess and all that they see me will come and say hi to me, aww. But i made one FATAL MISTAKEN, one mistake which could destroy our relationship, which could undermine my auothority and place the fate of the WORLD IN JEOPARDY. This is my sin : I told a group of p3 girls that i watch "Dora the explorer", and i played "Club penguin". Now my question to you guys is, wth are those in the first place? The kids got all so excited after i told them that and they started asking me if i played with barbie dolls. After that, my name became Mr Childish lol. Now i hear this every corner of the school i turn. "MR CHILDISH!!"
Newspaper said that even when you are sick, you should continue exercising and keeping fit, so i did. Now ive had this flu since Prom night, ive no idea why it didn't go away but i'll live with it. Going to the gym with flu isn't really a problem, but its the running 2.4 on threadmill that gives me the problem, well not me actually it gives other people problems. I will elaborate. Here i am running on the threadmill, ive completed 2 rounds and there are people around me running as well, they are exhausted from running many many laps. Strangely, everyone's sub concious starts to coordinate and everyone runs at the same step interval so you start hearing all the footsteps in SYNC. Now heres the weird part, a runner(me) takes one hand and reaches into his pocket while running, fishes out a tissue paper and blows his nose while running, blowing loud with alot ALOT of mucus coming out. Because he is running, he is unable to clear is fully so he rubs and makes disgusting sounds and finally clears his nose. When he returns to his original run, a quick look around tells me that everyone is staring at me...written on their faces: who in the world blows their nose on a threadmill in the middle of 2.4km run?
Many of my friends have started to learn to drive. They're telling me about highway code and all that stuff. Now when it comes to practical, all practices involve cars with the L-plate right? L stands for learner right? I would like to change the acronym, L should stand for lame. Because, L-plated cars are really damm lame, they drive slower than people walk, closer to the left lanes than any other cars, and always don't move even when they are no cars and turning junctions.
I went to see the Chinese doctor the other day and she took my pulse(da mai), she says i have alot of xin shi and troubles/stress emotional wounds that prevent my flu from healing, she says that there is no medicine she cna give to cure that, i should start taking things easy. WOW i thought to myself, i didn't even know that.
Lame comment of the day: Whats the difference between a quater pounder and a double cheese burger with no cheese?


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Friday, January 16, 2009
I got it, i really got it, this time..
After i was born, my parents decided to have another child, who happens to be my sister. They wanted a girl, for obvious reasons cause im a boy. So when my mom was pregnant, she asked my dad whether he preferred it to be a girl or boy, he said that whether he prefers which doesn't matter cause its probably decided by now and he gives my mom's tummy a light tap. But if you really want to know(ok this is what he said) :" Nevermind la, doesn't matter whether its a boy or girl, as long as its a girl." LOL, and my mom 0.o". Okay so when my mom went for the pregnancy check up at kk hospital, initial tests determined it to be a boy(partly cause last time machine so lao ya). Only until the actually birth date did my mom realise that it was a girl, so she was damm happy and excited and ran downstairs to the public phone to call my dad. On the phone she sounded really excited and described everything to my dad in english. Seated right beside the phone was an elderly woman, clearly very conservative and traditional, seeing my mom so happy, she asked: "Di Yi tai ar?"(first child?) my mom says no second, then the lady asked :" Nan de ar" (baby boy?) my mom says no girl, the lady says :" tsk so happy for what..."
One of the things i hate most in the world is when hawkers give me the wrong food, especially SPECIFIC orders. That day, i went downstairs to buy my usual char siew fan from the best stall i know, oh man before i continue....they use chicken rice for char siew fan, their sauce is sweet and tasty yum yum and their charsiew is thick, juicy and soft...goes perfect with the chicken rice i tell you. Okay back to topic, i always buy from this auntie one and always buy wan ton mee from this auntie also and i ALWAYS tell her no chilli, because i can't eat chilli, don't get me wrong i love chilli and spice but cause of acne i must avoid all spicy stuff. So i paid 4 dollars and took the da paoed food up. Went home, put everything down sat at the table and ahhhh relax...time for lunch. I took metal fork and spoon from the kitchen drawer, opened the styrofoam box and mentally prepared myself and my hungry tummy to eat delicious char siew rice. But to my disspointment...i saw chilli.....not only chilli, i saw RED chilli, GREEN chilli, chilli SAUCE, chilli POWDER, and soy sauce with chilli SEEDs. auntie ar...i said i don't want chilli, i nvr say i want ALL the chilli........
Speaking of aunties, there was a hilarious scene i saw at toapayoh the other day. I was at the junction, i saw another elderly woman who seemed lost and don't know how to cross the road. ( i know this sounds like a typical pri sch Xiao Ming composition but its true.) A gentleman, seeing the woman in distress, offered to help the elderly woman cross the road, he took her hand gently and the woman just nodded, okay STOP. This woman did not nod IN APPROVAL she nodded to adjust her head to see who it was, so the gentleman thinking she accepted his help, started to lead her(or rather pull her) onto the road to cross in the direction he believes she is traveling to. Now this is what i heard in dialect: " AHHH!! COME AR!! HELP ME!! DON'T MOLEST ME!!! DON' RAPE ME!!! AHHH HELP HELP!"*(lai ren ar! you se lang!) okok, lets assess the situation...to me, a gentleman in proper office attire is standing in the middle of the road holding the arm of a woman i guess looks 80, dressed in traditional flowered clothing, and of course..the woman is screaming... i look away...i decided that i should not get involved...after that i just AM CHIO for the next 15 minutes.
I love the kids where im working, they're cute, and innocent. Uh oh, looks like im wrong...LOL initially the boys and girls are shy and attentive, until i got friendly with them. Well they actually love me lol, during recess and all that they see me will come and say hi to me, aww. But i made one FATAL MISTAKEN, one mistake which could destroy our relationship, which could undermine my auothority and place the fate of the WORLD IN JEOPARDY. This is my sin : I told a group of p3 girls that i watch "Dora the explorer", and i played "Club penguin". Now my question to you guys is, wth are those in the first place? The kids got all so excited after i told them that and they started asking me if i played with barbie dolls. After that, my name became Mr Childish lol. Now i hear this every corner of the school i turn. "MR CHILDISH!!"
Newspaper said that even when you are sick, you should continue exercising and keeping fit, so i did. Now ive had this flu since Prom night, ive no idea why it didn't go away but i'll live with it. Going to the gym with flu isn't really a problem, but its the running 2.4 on threadmill that gives me the problem, well not me actually it gives other people problems. I will elaborate. Here i am running on the threadmill, ive completed 2 rounds and there are people around me running as well, they are exhausted from running many many laps. Strangely, everyone's sub concious starts to coordinate and everyone runs at the same step interval so you start hearing all the footsteps in SYNC. Now heres the weird part, a runner(me) takes one hand and reaches into his pocket while running, fishes out a tissue paper and blows his nose while running, blowing loud with alot ALOT of mucus coming out. Because he is running, he is unable to clear is fully so he rubs and makes disgusting sounds and finally clears his nose. When he returns to his original run, a quick look around tells me that everyone is staring at me...written on their faces: who in the world blows their nose on a threadmill in the middle of 2.4km run?
Many of my friends have started to learn to drive. They're telling me about highway code and all that stuff. Now when it comes to practical, all practices involve cars with the L-plate right? L stands for learner right? I would like to change the acronym, L should stand for lame. Because, L-plated cars are really damm lame, they drive slower than people walk, closer to the left lanes than any other cars, and always don't move even when they are no cars and turning junctions.
I went to see the Chinese doctor the other day and she took my pulse(da mai), she says i have alot of xin shi and troubles/stress emotional wounds that prevent my flu from healing, she says that there is no medicine she cna give to cure that, i should start taking things easy. WOW i thought to myself, i didn't even know that.
Lame comment of the day: Whats the difference between a quater pounder and a double cheese burger with no cheese?


missy speaks
10:35 PM