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星期六, 10月 22, 2005

s cue me, wat u like 2 dweenk

Another embarrassing encounter.

Pretty-20-something: s cue me sir, wat u like 2 dweenk?

souplad: huh.

(couldn't decipher what she is asking coz my friends are yelling; attempting to scale the high notes of heaven knows; sounded like someone has given their balls a tight squeeze; makes me cringe so hard as if I heard some unbearable long-finger-nails-scratching-chalk-board screeches... Fuck. How I wish I can hoot my friends with the beer bottles left on the table. tsk tsk)

Pretty-20-something (patiently bend over and ask): s cue me sir, wat u like to dweenk?

souplad: Or....what do u have?

Pretty-20-something: we hap or-leng-joo, air-per-joo, ban-la-la-joo, wa-wa-joo

souplad whispering to seow-kia : eh...seow-kia.....what is wa-wa-joo?

Seow-kia hollered: Kan-ne-na, Guava juice lar what wa-wa-joo?

I think my face had never turned so red without boozing....

Pretty-20-something: Sir, wat u wan?

Souplad: do u have beer?

Pretty-20-something: wat beer, we hap ...

Souplad: Orh....it's ok......Tiger ..... thanks.

星期五, 10月 21, 2005

Cock balance

The inevitable trap, ephemeral estacsy of youth – rash, hot-blooded, cocky, confident, believing in nothing except me. Surrounded by insolent fools who relentlessly believe I am invincible with an attitude. I defied laws of gravity, embraced chaos and hated relativity. Almost as predictable as my rising morning manhood, my cockiness and intelligence never seemed to translate into any forms of cool confidence around people, especially……….This shall be some tale that is best left drowning during some numbskull- heavy-intoxication and chilled hallucination.

星期四, 10月 20, 2005

X

Mr AngMo-Ala-Ba-Ba showed me his Ezlink card and it was starting to peel at the corners. I showed him X……

Good old peel-off, beat-up X. It was among the pioneer batch produced……probably 3 years old …..Though it seemed to look much older.

The good old peel-off, beat-up X.

Although, it looks so tired and so rotten but there is some kinda humor in X. X has got a character …a memory. I have been told many times by my friends to replace X. Nah....No going to do dat...

I think I can regard that as a personality or a character which I think is a collective sum of everything I know and feel about X. This personality changes perpetually, usually from good to less good to bad and for the worse, but sometimes surprisingly for the better.

Inevitably, every new cards always start out as good-looking strangers and, depending on how one treat them, either they degenerate very quickly and become hideous or they turn into one’s good and long-lasted friends. This one…. I hope despite my reckless and murderous (spinning it in washing machine couple of times) treatment will emerge as a strong resilient survivor standing by me as time advances.

Tough riddles cures boredom

With compliments from johnny.

Tough riddles.. I'm now at level 6.

Yes.... there are 72 levels. Good Grief.

Salsa

One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight.

No... No... just a small step at three..so tiny that you wouldn't have notice it.

Souplad: WTF!! What tiny step.....duh.

One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight.

Feet together. That gentleman overthere, please keep ya feet together at the count of eight.

One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight

Feet together. Please! I know its big down there....

Souplad: Hmm.....

OK gentlemen ....centre of the room please... and ladies grab ya partner.

This is the first time, I experience at least 4 to 5 ladies rushing towards ya direction wanting to grab ya hand and say u are mine.....

My first salsa class, truly embarrassing and thrilling.

3 weeks ago, I was still hesitating despite Princess-of-Power plea's to join her for salsa.

I realise that I am not a good dancer after all. (I know it is kinda hard to believe, coz most of friends said I can boogie woogie very well). Guys are not borned dancers. I have validated that.... 3 weeks later.

I count myself lucky for the ladies whom I have danced with, are very accomodating and forgiving. There aren't many guys in the class anyway.

I must admit that I have had a good time. Princess-of-Power and I have not mocked and laughed so much at each other's expenses for so long.




"Come on ladies, there is an indian gentlemen at the back waiting. Why? cannot see colour is it?"

My Salsa instructor is a very sexy indian lady. Yes.. she has a wicked sense of humor.

Souplad wonder he has attended the wrong salsa class.

星期三, 10月 19, 2005

curse-came-true

I dunno about u guys, I had a curse-came-true experience some 7 or 8 years back.

Here's my stories(response to Micheol Ooi's post)


I have somewhat similar curse-came-true experience, but less hazardous....
I was walking my date home when we saw this 40- something uncle from far, running across the field heading down slope towards the bus stop, attempting to catch a bus. I was kidding with my date that, "skali he run and roll down the slope, old uncle should not run like dat.." just a few seconds later, we saw him tumbling down the slope. We were both surprised and found it quite farni. (sick!!). I added on "skali roll down slope, run also cannot catch the bus". The embarrassed uncle (it think if I were him, I will be damned paiseh lor), picked himself up and started to limp and attempted to run towards the bus. The bus kinda started to move, the uncle run faster ....the bus stopped....the uncle slowed down...thinking the bus driver had stopped for him....but he was very wrong...."vvvroooom....." the bus left! Poor uncle...... My date and I laughed for quite a while... but we realised it was very bad for us to laugh at people's mishap.... Till now, sometimes, when we passed by that particular spot, it reminded us of that poor uncle.... we did not find that farni anymore... we kinda felt remorseful and spooky.... so chey.... my date didn't curse as much now.......me...I'm hopeless...

星期一, 10月 17, 2005

Engrish Speeling

Got this email excerpt from my angmoh collegue.

ROFL!!!!

The comment as follow:

- Appendix 1 page 4 - section 1.3.1.1 Password Login 1. Display and logging of the Inline IPC weight value --> check to confirm wording/speeling is correct or is it can be delete


Ok it's bad to laugh at other's expense.. but damn farni mah......hahahahahaha.....