Sunday, February 06, 2005

Chinese new yr is near.. can feel the festive mood in the air already.. n ps is makin it more obvious by playin cny songs all day.. festivals dun mean alot to me.. its juz another holiday tt i dun have to go sch n goin work means a higher pay.. rooster yr.. gorilla yr.. dinosaur yr.. its all the same.. there will be lotsa recycled decos from xmas n lotsa ppl EVERYWHERE.. ya have to q when ya want to buy smth and ya cant walk fast coz there seems to be someone infront of ya all the time..


but typical ppl includin me still wanna go to chinatown where everyone else also flocked to... aiya there got sell muah chee mahz.. but dun pray pray horz.. jacky wu's signature is on their signboard k.. hahaa but there seems to be a overwhelmin amt of muah chee this yr.. den theres uncles tt sell his ang baos.. bian bian bian! *pullin the angbao (or is it juz a cny deco) open* bian bian bian! *closin it again* n he continues.. then theres these china ladies sell tt device to take hot stuff out of the pot.. speakin loudly into their mics..
"妈妈的手!厨房的好帮手!" repeatin it over n over again...
n theres this innovative uncle.. at somewhere behind outram mrt.. he wore the mic as usual n show his stuff.. some knife tt is as shiny as new (but i tot its suppose to be new?).. but suddenly ya will notice tt his mouth aint movin.. a part-time ventriloquist ah... hahaa he record down so wun need to sae so many times.. but quite funny la.. "catchy" slogans tt imprint into ya mind n interestin ideas tt ppl tot of..


n yea.. cant men be abit more discreet in the public....... didn they realise some female counterparts may find it disgustin??? they ought to be more circumspect mahz... while i was on the bus on my way home.. i was busy fixin my mini pokeball machine (see below) when i suddenly realise the gal infront of me is starin at smth.. so i turn to tt direction n saw the man on the seat opp mine had taken his shoes off.. his thick white socks are tinted with light yellowish n some black stains on his sole.. n he is scratchin the sole of his feet.. i could nearly imagine the stench tt it could produce if he take his socks off.. cant he scratch when he gets home??? or the itch is too much for him to bear... yucks... shld stick his feet into 70% ethanol n flame it.. totally disgustin....


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