no easy money

as mom's worried that my old mattress may do more harm than good to my spine, she tagged me along last week to Harvey Norman to pick a new piece; the salesman was called kumar, it seems lotsa people's sharing that name, first it's the drag queen(or king? i kinda disorientated by his appearence), then it's my HFE professor, now it's the salesman; as he told me, 50 bucks for delivery and assured me the movers will dispose the old mattress for us, the deal was closed, happily...

delivery was made yesterday, it turned foul when the malay mover told me that they were not gonna get the old mattress out of my house, unless mom and me were willing to pay him extra 15 bucks; hell no we would, i m strong enough to move that mattress out, but we had paid the money and adequate service of disposing shall be provided, so i protested and told him i would not sign the paper if the mattress was not out, with him...then he lowered the bargain to 10, and i had to repeat myself that kumar had assured me that it was the mover's duty to get that old mattress out of my house..

the malay was smart enough to tell me that it was the issue between kumar and me, so i was given the "advise" from him to resolve the dispute with kumar first by dropping him a call. i m not that dumb, i made a call of course, not to kumar i wouldnt know his number anyway, but the number on the delivery slip, duniopillo mattress company...the lady answered my call showed more politeness than the malay mover that stuck in my house, i described the situation and i told her i'd better be impressed by her explaination why the employee of the company refused to dispose the mattress for us, depsite we had been assured the scopes of service with that 50 bucks; she asked me to give the malay my phone, and transferred him to some higher ranking personnel, apparently he was shocked that i made the "wrong" call; in the end, he backed out and got out of my house with the old mattress; he shall thank me i didnt make things ugly for him, by telling how he bargained with us and would him had been more polite from the moment he entered the house, he would be spared...

make an extortion out of me? get lost before you disgrace yourself

the violinist

not just she's married, she's got a baby boy...

bullet in my head

odor of rotten fish and petrol, wooden floor, fabricated Self-portrait of van gogh was hanging on the wall, lifelessly; it's funny how the modern arts is worshipping the master pieces of someone who committed suicide, yet he was highly regarded as a lunatic during his time 200 years back, things do change, hur?

rusty dentist's chair, where i was bound to, damn it i couldnt move, no matter how hard i struggled...he came in, without a word, pulled my hair and for once i thought my head's gonna detach from my neck, i cant see his face; if i did, things would have been easier

he was speaking something apparently that i couldnt understand, beyond my linguistic capability; his body language was rather clear: frustrated and furious; he gave me two hooks on my face, broke my nose, the blood mess'd up everything; another jab landed on my chest, forcing the air out of my lung, coughing was the aftermath...i tried to cross my arms to attempt defiant defence, but they were just far apart, bounded to the arms of the rusty dentist's chair, helplessly; adrenaline rush in the body probably was the only explaination that i could tell myself why i couldnt feel that much of the pain..

he drew out his combat knife, chopped off my index finger; futility of struggle was proven again, by more blood and a dismembered index finger; i was covered in sweat, i couldnt figure out what made my skin sticky, blood or sweat..he then bended over and whispered at my ear, in the tone resembles the president giving his inaugural speech; i didnt give a damn of what he said, my attention was at the index finger that used to be mine, and wondered loudly who the hell was he...

by the time i recovered from the shock, i saw the .45 caliber in his hand, pointing at me and he finally said something that i could respond to, "last words?"; "beg for my mercy", so i said and he pulled the trigger...

2 months ago, this was the content of my perversive dream, thereafter i used the term for my nick, as somehow i do think something is in my head...or perhaps, i shall quit reading spy novels, and drown myself in hug-and-kiss romance, not exactly a good idea anyway...

just a sidenote, HMV stands for His Master's Voice, it's ridiculously true, just for your infomation..

 

 

 

 

 

accidental-college-day-crashers

sam summoned dan, me and loong for basketball session back in AJ, we didnt know it's the 22nd college day of anderson junior college, now the tight security in the morning seems logical...loong didnt show up at all, bet he totally ignored sam's message, or rather travelling from tampines to AJ on a saturday morning is insane...

so the plan went on, the security stopped sam and me when we entered the barricaded front gate, i told the security that we were from aj alumni and came for basketball "pratice" and he gave the green light; until then, sam looked at me puzzled, asking "since when we are alumni?"
well, sam, i thought all graduates from the college are considered part of alumni? somebody please kindly enlighten me though i m not exactly concerned with this...

my shooting today was utterly off target and accuracy rate was probably less than 20%, i dont know why, but sam said my ball was cursed, ya, very funny...not until the three juniors from choir came to challenge us, then my sixth sense of the ball came back in hand...we played well, yes we did; the collabration was superb, imagine it was sam, dan and me, the passing, faking, taking zone and even shooting were just great, i like the passing today alot: right time, right place, right person with little fancy move, we torn their defence apart...one of the guys fell down and sprained his ankle, then the game stopped, so as we sat down and talked rubbish with our juniors from choir, we learnt that today is actually aj's 22nd college day; i was trying hard to recall what were we doing on the college day years back, sam reminded me that we basically skipped the compulsory attendence half way through, and left for lan game...those were the crazy days..

and i m really impressed by the aj's human resource management...three of us were sitting down at the canteen having our drinks, Mr sim, the operation manager came to us and requested us to move the pot of plant!! that's fine, since we thought we've done some havoc during our school days, perhaps we shall compensate for it; but as we moved the heavy dirty pot to the place he desired, he changed his mind and wanted us to move it back to where it was!!
sam cant help it but started cursing...haha

and we met ms tan, orh no, now it is madam tan; she is still very much the...same, but i dont know what she's thinking now, the first thing she asked sam and dan was something like "what are you doing now?", but when it came to me, it was " do you have a girlfriend now?" that totally caught me off guard, and the two of them never failed to put some words in my mouth, but thank goodness, somebody was not there to make things worse...

shall i say happy college day?

今天我很不爽

很久没有看到这么糟糕的客户了，表面上跟你很客气，但是说翻脸就翻脸的，川剧变脸都没这么快。干他...什么鬼东西。

公司外面的地皮租出去办活动，卖的是一只3000块的手表，可是这位daniel作为租方的代表人却让我看不出和手表价值相呼应的风度； 这位先生，你以为贵公司用premium price租下来这个地方，我们就要随时分担你的困挠吗？我们只是在履行和约给予我们所能行使的权限，超越权限的问题我们只是一个管道用于沟通，和气生财阿daniel先生，没读过书啊？

最看不起用premium price来压人的； 想他对于人脉的经营是拿了个 F.

见他的大头鬼

subjectless version 1.1

it seems i m losing inspiration to even name my entries, it's the second consecutive subjectless entry; just to differentiate with the previous one, i added version 1.1..

the media is frenzy over the da vinci code as the screening day is getting closer and closer; mom asked me to bring her to cinema to catch the heat, i gave her a short introduction to what dan brown theorized in his book 'cause apparently her interest for the film came from church; so after i talked to her regarding how controversial the plots could be, she was a little bit disturbed, so i dont know if she still wants to watch it; but anyway, i gonna bring her to the theater on friday and watch whatever film she picks

dd said she's not going to watch it, 'cause it's just bogus; so here's my plan: remember the magazine that was circulating in campus sometimes back? "beneath that smile" it's called, by Singapore Campus Crusade for Christ, i collected a number of copies( basically i reached out to those guys who were distributing them at engine, arts, science..) provided i m watching it, i m gonna give those magazines to the people around me, or at least leave some copies in the theater when credit is flying on the screen

in short, two more stubs are coming to my collection on friday, what ever it is

dd asked me something i considered funny when i was about to leave, "are you going home or what?", my face was like do-i-look-like-i-got-a-bash-to-attend? she wasnt quite convinced that i will decently squeeze myself into train and hit the road home, fine...my visual is overdosed with heavy make up ladies dressing in tube(is that how girls call it?); so as the beauty with ponytail in black tube and quater-jeans walking past me, and before the scent of her perfume faded, i said to myself:" good night, gentlemen; good morning, ladies"

subjectless

the feeling is great, the feeling of having a mild crush on someone you completely dont know about is great; i had this mild crush on the violinist for the church choir, the first time i saw her was like 2 weeks back, and before that i didnt really notice her at all; she was wearing blue top with jeans, she just caught my eyes and all that sparked off, i like the way she playing violin, not for the sake of playing it on sunday service but for God...she's at least 10 years older than me, however, haha, my mom's gonna kill me if ever she knows about it, anyway it was just a subtle feeling that wont last long, i m still rationale afterall, no worry

zid's getting married next month!!!!! whahaha, congrulations man, the fiancée is really really pretty, looks like 林心如, i m serious; he's a lucky man, but that also means his free-and-easy night life is numbered, cant afford to be a P.I.M.P anymore, haha; i just wondering , with such a beauty by ya side, why would you even let her out of ya sight for a single moment, YOU CANT AFFORD THAT, and dont tell me how good you are with hot chicks, i will turn u in if i need to, haha; and final thing, stop asking me when i gonna have a girl by my side, i will try my best to make it before ya first baby calls you daddy, haha

anyway, happy marrying

NC @ fullerton hotel

i smell good now, half an hour ago, i was a stinky bum...not sure if it's the effect of that mac coffee, my brain is on its high tone now, but my kneecap is crazy aching, maybe shouldnt have raced with theng poay but that was fun.

it all started in the afternoon yesterday, met up with cw, qz and xiaobai at marine parade to have some pre-night-cycling-fun..so we got down to the beach at east coast park and played frisbee, yea, amazingly 4 of us still managed to play that flying plastic disc and got dirty pre-maturely; anyway, it didnt deter us to think of more low energy output activities such like beach golf which you use ya leg like the golf club, and a coconut shell we found at the beach unfortunately became the golf ball; 4 strokes to the hole that was the best perfomance by cw and me; after the dinner, went over to arcade, and 4 of us crowded at the photo hunt machine gluing our eyes at the screen and completed 15 levels, scored the 2nd highest in the game and labbelled us as "ise slackers"

and all above were just pre-night-cycling-fun

gathered at the rental shop at 1000pm, and placed our butts on the bicycles then started riding at 1100pm, it was a perfect 10 group size. first stop was the stadium and had some photo taking session at the cozy bay, i still dont know what that bridge is called but the view is great, the reflection of the lights at the bank of river was like a giant oil painting, blurry but looked good; and then spent quite a lot of time riding at the town region, and i m not sure if that's intelligence failure or what so ever, someone brilliantly led us towards the ECP highway and still claimed that it was a surprise for all of us, very funny, zc i m talking about you, haha...

and young guys and ladies got hungry easily, so outa town we headed gelang for supper. the supper was just in time to rescue all the stomaches, and had a good walk( impossible to ride, the traffic there at 3am was like the 6pm traffic at orchard ) and saw all those "specialists", i dont know how you wanna call them exactly, "sex workers" seems abit..you know, so "specialists" shall be a fine title..and holy shit, we saw the ladies simply pulling a passerby male over, despite he was with his girlfriend, that's an eye opener, liberal hur? what ever you name it...and qz felt that most of them must have gone through some boob enhancement surgery, and i agree with him 'cause we detected unusual dense concentration of fine figured "specialists" in gelang, something must be wrong...

after the supper and the beancurd, we contiuned riding back to the coast...and i raced with theng poay on siglap road at 4am, we owned the road at that time, and just padalling like lunatics, that explains why my kneecap hurts like crazy now; she's a good bicycle racer, i m serious, for the whole night she was on hyperactive mode, that nobody could stop her, and she simply gone wild...and when we finally touched down at bedok jetty, we were exhausted, so just sat in circles talking a little bit of nonsense mixed with some sensitive issues, gazing at the lights on the ships, they just looked like christmas trees, and looking for stars in the cloudy sky, we just need rest, my butt was going to split after hours of ride, i think the rest felt what i felt...

so now, i shall go and catch some sleep...

that's not a light house

NC @ bedok jetty, resting + stoning

NC @ nicole highway

big V

NC @ nicole highway

big grin

NC @ bedok jetty

NC @ cozy bay

tp and xiaobai

everyday's a learning day

as i was switching channels on cable for the sake of freedom i just got less than 24 hours ago, i encountered this strange name on animal planet: mugger crocodile; so i visited wiki for more information, here's what i got:

The Mugger Crocodile (Crocodylus palustris), also called the Iranian, Marsh, or Persian Crocodile (in Persian گاندو Gandu), is found throughout the Indian subcontinent and the surrounding countries (India, Pakistan, Bangladesh, and parts of Nepal and Iran).

It is a large crocodile, sometimes exceeding fifteen feet in length. In appearance, it somewhat resembles an alligator as distinct from a crocodile, because of its broader jaws. It is however a true crocodile. The name Mugger comes from its name Magar Macchh in the Hindi language.

As a large carnivorous reptile, when mature it eats fish, other reptiles and small and large mammals. In fact, most vertebrates that approach to drink are potential prey, and may suffer being seized and dragged into the water to be drowned and devoured at leisure. Attacks on humans are known, and children playing in the water are especially vulnerable.

so..it's from Magar Macchh in Hindi, not some crazy field scientist named it, i m relieved

is color a feeling?

this is probably the most philosophical and yet technically demanding phrase i saw on the HFE paper...and what the @#$%, the whole question is just like that blatantly popped up on the paper and that tiny phrase takes up less than 5% space of the two double paged papers, and yet it ridiculously consists of one fifth of the 100 marks, holy smoky...

but i think i did a good job for that question, i think only...may Dr kurmar agrees with my philosophy of colors, otherwise, shoot me

tomorrow, me and my pilot G2 gonna put the full stop of this semester on my last paper and then shall i indulge myself...i'm kinda missing this semester now, but i still have to say goodbye; i wasnt hesitant at all to discard my previous semesters from the moment that the invigulator took my paper away; this time, it's an exceptional course of event...alright, alright, i shall let my memory file it up properly before i embrace my holiday

wish me luck