During grocery shopping at Coles Supermarket at the payment counter/queue, i have this habit of looking at the cashier's name tag. Its because they always greet you "hello how are you?" and you can't help but wonder at his/her name. So you look at the name tag. Another way of knowing your cashier's name is by looking at the machine screen, u know the small screen showing your items cashing out..and it shows "HELLO MY NAME IS XXX"

" ah...Jenny looks tired"
" how old is this Henry?? 12?"
"!XOBILE"

SOMETIMES if you're lucky, you get to see some unique names.
For example, PHUCK.
I was like..Hmmmm...
"You know i was in the bathroom with my towel and my brother came in and i was like OWW PHUUUCK..."

But one fateful week, it got interesting. I met a DOGOL. You know he looked African and all, maybe Australian-Native race. I got back home and told my mate "heymanyouknowwatisawthisguynamedDOGOLmanwasthatfunnyorwhat"

A few days later, i was queueing up with a fren and i saw DOGOL at the cashier.

OR WAS IT?????

I looked at the tag and it says GOLGOL. And the fella looked EXACTLY like DOGOL, curly hair and height and all.

I couldn't take the suspense anymore. So i asked him " hey man do you have like a twin brother working here?"
GOLGOL: yeah that's my ELDER brother
Me: that what i thought mate you both looked exactly like each other.

So my friend and i ...went on to to wonder if he had any other siblings and what their names would be. SMEAGOL. SAMDOL. WAKDOL. Any ideas?

Yes.

i am back.

i am back to write abt emo crap, pamela anderson's old playboy bunny career, NASDAQ stock prices, SHIN RAM YUM noodles being the best next to Singapore's Maggi Curry, Sesame Street 's Ernie and Bert's supposed gay relationship, PETA's campaigns, debates on whether Ghana's goalie's surname is Kingson or Kingston, cigarettes and nicorettes, sambal tumis udang, nasi goreng kangkang, kopishop urban legends, mat-rep and minahs, ahbengs and ahlians, anjedis and anjechis, Megan Martinez's nipples,the scientific breakdown of why laxatives make u shit, the Dupont chemical giant, porn bloopers, crackwhores, cheech and chong, chopsuey and kungfu.

hmmm..

then again, maybe some other time.

Since there is a certain relief on my part i shall start life anew.

FRom the Blast Door!

i was having a viceroy menthol under the block when an 50 yr old gaunt uncle came to me and asked for the time.

' 4 oclock uncle'

' cheebye now i got nothing to do cannot find job.'

what the fuck?

' this garment ah do nothing for us people here. When ''SOMEBODY became a certain political position'',EVERYTHING INCREASE!"

ok. I knew where this was heading. Anti government sentiments. He was looking around lest there were people listening to his remarks. It started with him not getting jobs because he was old, bad things about ministers and picked by foreign workers to fight in kopitiam.

It may seem all bullshitty and uncle-uncle talk cock to some, but there was turh behind it all. Being old and not getting jobs, getting retrenched ( he was from the airport SAT), SIngapore facing a bad time now...all is reality in our small island we call home.

I had to cut short his discussion as i had to fix the fluorescent light in the room.

augh! I missed THE TUXEDO last night. i spent two weeks chuckling on the trailers on tv just to NOT WATCH it. Anyways, i think my mum has the dvd straying somewhere around the house. Yes me and my mum are Jackie Chan fans. Yeah and a lil of JAMES BROWN.

"fellas i'm ready to get up and do mah thing. I wanna get into it u know..like a like a sex machine man..MOVINn..doin it cha know? I'm gonna count it all..ONE TWO THREE..GET UP-AH! GET ON UP-PAH! GET UP-PAH GET ON UP-PAH! GEt on the scene lika sex machine! YEEAOW!!! HEEYRRR!!"

I outta put his picture out but he ain't a good looking fella.

ok here i am at 735 in the morning, tinkering on my laptop because suddenly i can't sleep no more.

The headache is still there and the sudden binging of ciggies resulted in my nasal system shutting down. so yes i asked my domestic helper to make me coffee. AS i have been trying to cut down on the tobacco these days due to the some sort of epiphany during my wake-up-at-2pm-meet-gf-at-6pm-and-sleep-by-4am-timetable, sudden insurgence of nicotine n tar into my system apparently activated my mucus membranes, hence giving me a runny nose early on this Sunday morning. Plus, it comes with another headache not somewhat different from the one i had after a hefty continous flow of drinks n a closing shot of something really burning during the last weekend of a fren's birthday at LOOF/MOMO, all from 10pm t0 4am.

Last night me and couple of buddies went to an old fren's birthday themed Angels and Devils at Tanjong Pagar. Couples which went up the lift to the floor was either girl-girl or boy-boy.

Hmmm...this is weird.

And to top it up i met an old jc gal friend who was driving on the OTHER side of the road.

HMM..

Not to mention that the 4th floor lift lobby was open to a sight of the MEN'S TOILET of the pub on that floor and has a FULL PANORAMIC VIEW of MEN peeing. SURELY this is the ultimate men's voyeurism. I can imagine these queer people masturbating while watching others peeing.

i was like what the fuck? did we go the correct party !?

Apparently, that floor had a gay club on it. And apparently a close friend and girl pal of ours( he is a guy and a dear friend of mine) became like...totally excited and pulled Kyraa to the door of the gay club exclaiming
"HEY COME ON I WANNA PARTY WITH THE BOYS!" Man. THe party was jumping when we left for FUllerton. A couple of my buddies came when we were leaving and in the end i got HATE-SMSES because i left when they came. I actually didn't wanna leave just yet but i guess my fren's liason was waiting for us at midnight.



After that at ONE at Fullerton, we were in view of lesbians kissing. So M was pissed off that he saw guys kissing at the lift lobby of the tanjong pagar building and girls kissing at ONE, so he begged me and Kyraa to kiss to give balance to the universe again. i gladly obliged.

Hmm...thats it. 5 months on Brissy gone. Just i looked back at the clock or calendar, time just flew past. I packed my bags, and i'm going home for the summer. =))) Back ot Orchard Road, Cheese prata, Ikan Pari, nasi lemak and good old pals back home and those i made in Brissy.

Checked my flight status, checked my bag, checked my attire for tomm..all good. Suddenly nobody's online anymore like last time. "eh go to Milton/ 3 monkeys for coffee?" Everyone's gone home.

hmmm

adopt your own virtual pet!

Use your mouse to play with the kitty. Click on the MORE tab to use the toy to play with the kitty!

Here is my adopted virtual pet called Nanuk. I got her because of a new scheme by World Wildlife Foundation concerning the preservation of wild possums. However, kittys eat possums. The contract states that when Nanuk gets bigger, i will have to eat her and every cat eaten is a possum saved from its natural habitat. Therefore,

SAVE A POSSUM. EAT A PUSSY.