not a very typical saturday...
today was the first time in a long, long time that i got the chance to sleep in. and i took the opportunity with great aplomb, and while i fell asleep initially at the com from about 2 to 6, i got back to sleep at 7 and slept till 12. 'tis a great feeling that.
after some slacking, i helped out with the moving of some of the boxes off to the storage warehouse. not exactly very exciting, especially since i had to pass by ibm. speaking about ibm, my first paycheque's on the way in. tho it'll only be cashed in on monday which means the moolahs come in tuesday. but ah, it's a nice feeling, even though i start with a bit of a deficit since i went crazy buying t-shirts over ebay. i blame mingwei for introducing me to threadless for this. hahaha.
after that, i rode on the tailgate of the pickup, which dad borrowed to ferry our stuff, out to the bus stop to get a hair cut. now, this is where i started ranting at ollie about some stuff. anyway, these 2 caucasion tourists came on board around the siglap area. they were about in their 50s, and the lady sat in the seat in front of me. however, her really big (i'm trying to be politically correct here... *trying*.) husband decided to remain ON the stairs. at this point i'm opening my eyes in disbelief and i overhear the lady asking another lady about the shophouses in the katong district. the fat oaf says they're on the left, and continues to stand there like chris columbus on the helm of his ship looking for china. seriously wtf-inducing. you'd think he'd had gotten a really big hint when people tried to squeeze pass his "svelte" frame to get to the upper deck, but no. our hero decides to stand there and is content to let people somehow execute some tight manoeuvres in an extremely tight space. pardon my french, but i couldn't help but start calling him a ****ing hippo in my head at this point of time, with him acting like he owned the bloody stairwell. even when the lady told him someone wanted to come up when his fat-clogged ears couldn't pick up an "excuse me" he still shifted his bulky mass to one side and only moved up the stair case to allow an old man to alight - but alas only to move once more to re-assume the position. now seriously. if the bloody shop houses are on the bloody left hand side, why the hell do you need to stand on the friggin' stairs that are on the opposite side of the bus??!! ok, the seat his wife sat in was taken up by the above mentioned old man, but he got off eventually. yet, the fat oaf still stood there. i was incredulous that someone could actually be so *thick* and *dense* (puns DEFINITELY intended) and above all, so BLOODY INCONSIDERATE. while i didn't tell him off as i got off, i couldn't help but let an inaudible cuss escape my lips as i waited for my bus to reach the berth. even ugly singaporeans aren't that stupid. i think.
anyway, second sms to ollie was shot out while i was waiting for my hair cut. while i was waiting for my usual guy to finish up the other fellas in the queue in front of me, i noticed this 30 plus, 40 year old fella SQUATTING next to the pay phone outside the shop. wearing shorts, and scratching away at his leg while his wife was browsing the catalogue outside the store next door. it was somewhat amusing to see something like this in real life. i know PCK isn't exactly young, but to see someone so... beng... at such an age really came about as quite an eyebrow raiser. eventually, the poor wife had to squat next to him and talk to him, while he propped his head up with his arm, elbow resting on his knee, like an overgrown kid. really amusing. he took my seat after i disappeared for a moment to get some food since i didn't eat anything all day.
after my haircut began the next phase of the day: bumping into people. but before that came the 3rd sms to ollie. this one was about nostalgia while i was making my way to parkway to kill some time before heading to olps for mass and commentating. as i passed by the hawker centre opposite parkway, i saw a sight i hadn't seen in ages. tucked away amidst the push cart stalls was this guy surrounded by buyers, in front of him a small table. atop it was a table cloth with dvds. pirated ones. you might feeling a little cheated about such an anti-climatic revelation, but think back and try to recall the last time you saw a pirated dvd stall. the kind where the vendors have an escape plan by grabbing the table cloth to wrap up their wares and bail the minute they sensed police. it kinda brought a smile to my face, and the temptation to pick up transformers to placate myself for the time between now and the imax release as well as the official dvd release. yeah, i'd buy the real one afterward, i kid you not. especially for the extras.
as i crossed the road to parkway, i heard a rumbling voice behind me. i immediately recognised it and turned around to find none other than peter, who hadn't noticed me while talking to smu fides's nick (if memory serves me right). talk about coincidence. chatting about csa among other things like dvd elitism and football while walking around parkway, we eventually parted ways as they headed for holy fam and i to ol. on the bus, as i passed by seow lao shi's (my primary school chinese tuition teacher, who stays next to st pat's.), sam had to board the bus at the same time. when i finally reached the choir loft and the commentator pc, i met edmond, who i had no idea was in the 6.30 choir at all, even after one year of commentating. and before mass began, i spotted goose in her usual mass pew from the little crevice between the wall and video swtiching equipment. after mass, i went to say hi, and also found janet in the back pew. and to top it all off, i met becks, who was at ol for ym, while she was on the way to the adoration room, at the same time i was trying to find the car with sam trying to call me with my phone dead.
and now, after getting a paper cut and this long, long post, i shall go grab dinner, and hopefully witness another 3 points in the bag as keano brings the black cats to old trafford. if not, it's gonna be another very frustrating football match. and a very frustrated me. heh.
after some slacking, i helped out with the moving of some of the boxes off to the storage warehouse. not exactly very exciting, especially since i had to pass by ibm. speaking about ibm, my first paycheque's on the way in. tho it'll only be cashed in on monday which means the moolahs come in tuesday. but ah, it's a nice feeling, even though i start with a bit of a deficit since i went crazy buying t-shirts over ebay. i blame mingwei for introducing me to threadless for this. hahaha.
after that, i rode on the tailgate of the pickup, which dad borrowed to ferry our stuff, out to the bus stop to get a hair cut. now, this is where i started ranting at ollie about some stuff. anyway, these 2 caucasion tourists came on board around the siglap area. they were about in their 50s, and the lady sat in the seat in front of me. however, her really big (i'm trying to be politically correct here... *trying*.) husband decided to remain ON the stairs. at this point i'm opening my eyes in disbelief and i overhear the lady asking another lady about the shophouses in the katong district. the fat oaf says they're on the left, and continues to stand there like chris columbus on the helm of his ship looking for china. seriously wtf-inducing. you'd think he'd had gotten a really big hint when people tried to squeeze pass his "svelte" frame to get to the upper deck, but no. our hero decides to stand there and is content to let people somehow execute some tight manoeuvres in an extremely tight space. pardon my french, but i couldn't help but start calling him a ****ing hippo in my head at this point of time, with him acting like he owned the bloody stairwell. even when the lady told him someone wanted to come up when his fat-clogged ears couldn't pick up an "excuse me" he still shifted his bulky mass to one side and only moved up the stair case to allow an old man to alight - but alas only to move once more to re-assume the position. now seriously. if the bloody shop houses are on the bloody left hand side, why the hell do you need to stand on the friggin' stairs that are on the opposite side of the bus??!! ok, the seat his wife sat in was taken up by the above mentioned old man, but he got off eventually. yet, the fat oaf still stood there. i was incredulous that someone could actually be so *thick* and *dense* (puns DEFINITELY intended) and above all, so BLOODY INCONSIDERATE. while i didn't tell him off as i got off, i couldn't help but let an inaudible cuss escape my lips as i waited for my bus to reach the berth. even ugly singaporeans aren't that stupid. i think.
anyway, second sms to ollie was shot out while i was waiting for my hair cut. while i was waiting for my usual guy to finish up the other fellas in the queue in front of me, i noticed this 30 plus, 40 year old fella SQUATTING next to the pay phone outside the shop. wearing shorts, and scratching away at his leg while his wife was browsing the catalogue outside the store next door. it was somewhat amusing to see something like this in real life. i know PCK isn't exactly young, but to see someone so... beng... at such an age really came about as quite an eyebrow raiser. eventually, the poor wife had to squat next to him and talk to him, while he propped his head up with his arm, elbow resting on his knee, like an overgrown kid. really amusing. he took my seat after i disappeared for a moment to get some food since i didn't eat anything all day.
after my haircut began the next phase of the day: bumping into people. but before that came the 3rd sms to ollie. this one was about nostalgia while i was making my way to parkway to kill some time before heading to olps for mass and commentating. as i passed by the hawker centre opposite parkway, i saw a sight i hadn't seen in ages. tucked away amidst the push cart stalls was this guy surrounded by buyers, in front of him a small table. atop it was a table cloth with dvds. pirated ones. you might feeling a little cheated about such an anti-climatic revelation, but think back and try to recall the last time you saw a pirated dvd stall. the kind where the vendors have an escape plan by grabbing the table cloth to wrap up their wares and bail the minute they sensed police. it kinda brought a smile to my face, and the temptation to pick up transformers to placate myself for the time between now and the imax release as well as the official dvd release. yeah, i'd buy the real one afterward, i kid you not. especially for the extras.
as i crossed the road to parkway, i heard a rumbling voice behind me. i immediately recognised it and turned around to find none other than peter, who hadn't noticed me while talking to smu fides's nick (if memory serves me right). talk about coincidence. chatting about csa among other things like dvd elitism and football while walking around parkway, we eventually parted ways as they headed for holy fam and i to ol. on the bus, as i passed by seow lao shi's (my primary school chinese tuition teacher, who stays next to st pat's.), sam had to board the bus at the same time. when i finally reached the choir loft and the commentator pc, i met edmond, who i had no idea was in the 6.30 choir at all, even after one year of commentating. and before mass began, i spotted goose in her usual mass pew from the little crevice between the wall and video swtiching equipment. after mass, i went to say hi, and also found janet in the back pew. and to top it all off, i met becks, who was at ol for ym, while she was on the way to the adoration room, at the same time i was trying to find the car with sam trying to call me with my phone dead.
and now, after getting a paper cut and this long, long post, i shall go grab dinner, and hopefully witness another 3 points in the bag as keano brings the black cats to old trafford. if not, it's gonna be another very frustrating football match. and a very frustrated me. heh.
greg last trudged in on 9/01/2007 09:22:00 pm
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Haha.. Who says you havent seen an old ah beng..look at Lau's dad. Hahahaaha
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