Chillout - my style

I have got a feeling this blog is boring. I barely talk about the interesting things in life, preferring to focus on the more mundane going ons in my part of the world. I guess if you do want to read something interesting, theres always The Sun to read. Or, if you hate Europe and think the French, Germans and the Spanish are after you, you can read the Daily Mail. Daryl and Ben told me they preferred the Guardian. I dont blame them, since their new "Berliner" layout and full colour pages, I was kinda drawn towards them. But then I discovered their anti-war stance and that cheesed me off.

Don't get me wrong, I dont really like wars. Despite my persistent support for pre-emptive strikes, draconian security measures and increased surveillance, I'm a nice kinda guy. But if I want to read the news, I'll buy a newspaper. That's why I like the Times, they're balanced, and they just report the news without giving much support to any side. If i want to read opinions, I'll read the Economist. And if I want to see Keely Hazel give an opinion about something, I'd read the Sun, probably the most pathetic newspaper ever published, after the New Straits Times.

You must wonder why I despise the New Straits Times so much, after all, theyre the only newspaper in Malaysia to syndicate Jeremy Clarkson's article on the Times every Sunday. They're also the biggest newspaper in circulation in Malaysia. Well, where do I start? First of all, the headlines. The headlines are important for a newspaper because for "swing-buyers" i.e, buyers who dont have a particular brand preference, the headline will catch their attention and they want to know more about it.

The Sun will usually have something about some popstar, or footballer "Roo the Hero!", while the Daily Star will have a half naked picture of a woman on the front page with a stupid headline like "Becks with New Bird!". The Times will have the most dour and boring headline - "Blair under pressure", The Daily Mail will have something along the same lines every day "Europe out to get us!" and the Guardian will have something to satisfy its generally liberal left wing readers "Blair spends money ought to be used for baby incubators". The New Straits Times however discards all this and does the unthinkable. It has more pictures to attract the headline, and sometimes they put in exclamation marks. Which is a cardinal sin if you want to be considered as a "serious newspaper". I cant remember what the headlines exactly are, probably theres too much to mention! But I remembered when I came back for summer, I just wanted to read a different newspaper, it was just silly.

The quality of the articles are dissapointing, for all I know they could've been written by a one legged bear, the argument is one sided and dont really have much in depth knowledge about what theyre writing about. Take their coverage on the run up to the Iraq war, for example. If they actually knew something about international law, they would probably cut down on the use of the word "illegal" and actually discuss on the actual legality of the war. Because, if you do some research, its actually more complex than that. There was a whole article covering the sensational discovery that two siblings won a colouring contest. I could probably get my cat chocoboy into the news by asking him to jump through a ring of fire.

Hmm...

Actually thats a good idea. May have to think about that.


Anyhoos, i am knackered today. Woke up fairly early and went to the gym. Got back, and for some weird reason found myself buying stuff to make fajitas. Turned out alrite, though I need to learn how to wrap the perfect fajita, and I need more guacamole. Unfortunately its only 8.30pm and I am struggling to stay awake. I am just too knackered, I'll probably fall asleep pretty soon.

Oh yea, I rented some DVD's from Blockbuster. I took the lame-ass dvd collection, 3 DVD's - 5pounds for 7 nights, so I managed to get "The Life Aquatic", one ive not seen before, "Hitch" one I think was pretty good, and "State and Main" an intellectually stimulating comedy (yea, i know i dont watch much of it). I borrowed "State and Main" in my third year, through Lovefilm.com, but I couldnt see the ending because the DVD was scratched. Suprise suprise, this dvd was scratched too and I gave up. Maybe I'm not destined to see what happens in the end. Who cares.

Righty ho. Im off. Good night ya'll. Will rant more as the week progresses.

Post Exam Blues

its typical isnt it. during your exams, you have so much things to do, so much places to see, and when you do have the time for it, you cant be bothered. i guess the lure of going to galleries in the run up to your exams is much more greater than doing it after the exams.

and in typical briths weather fashion, the day i went for a bbq, was the day it suddenly decided to rain endlessly. and now im feeling a lil bit ill.

im actually suprised with this, i dont really fall ill often. i get the ocassional headaches two or three times a year but thats because im too busy to drink water and get dehydrated. heh, yeah i know, everytime i say ive got a headache, theres a 90% chance i actually couldnt be bothered to go out. but that 10% is true though!

so i do what i always do when im feeling a bit ill, i went out. a good walk with some (relatively) fresh air would do you a lot of good. So i walked around this shithole you call Manor Park. Its not bad, really, if you love Jalan Masjid India, then you'll love this place. I dont, so figure out. Got myself some juices, some cereal and chicken. Now, is it just me or when you buy chicken from the Halal shops, the chicken breasts are like huge. Its like they get mutant chicken breasts. it really is weird. And to defy economic theory, theyre actually cheaper! I still cant figure out an explanation for this. Its like Tesco's are Keira Knightley, and the halal shop down the road is Scarlett Johannson.

Got myself a calling card, and I called up Matpah, as I always do. I bet you hes sick and tired of me calling him up and asking whats new. So yes, there really isnt much else I can write here.. let me think..

I got myself an iTrip, but im not too impressed with it. I tried it with my small radio and it worked fine, but the stereo clarity isnt as good as i hoped it would be. But still, it is the only way of getting 7000 songs onto your car stereo, unless of course, you've got an ipod enabled stereo, or some sort of 2000cd changer in your car.

im currently enjoying having all this time in the world, and not doing anything. tommorow is a bank holiday, but the gym is open, so i will be there early in the morning and spend some time there guilt free in the knowledge that there really isnt anything better to do. I could sit in front of the tv and get fat, but even that gets a bit bored after a while.

my parents are going to be around end of this week, so thats nice. any of you lot who are interested in coming down to london do let me know and we can arrange something, im free until the 3rd when I'm going off. you do have to put up with my weird routine though. ive been told by some that its suprising how im so different these days, but thats what happens when you spend 3 months literally on your own. i promise ill be nice.

so yeah, the offer is open. come one, come all.


Yesterday was Ben's birthday celebrations, but his birthday was actually today. His housemate Sam's birthday was yesterday and he had a huge party. It was a bbq and i stuffed myself (as I always do). But since Ben didnt really know anyone at the party, me, daryl, ben and ben's mate chris (i think) drove off to watch X-Men3. I think the movie was a little bit dissapointing. I dont really know what storyline they follow.

Heres another little tidbit about me that you probably dont know. Besides being well versed in Star Trek (with this announcement, within the next 2 weeks my dates will suddenly feign illness or just ignore me totally), I do read the X-Men comics too. Not every week, but sufficient enough to know what's going on. I read the Uncanny X-Men, because their storylines are simple without too many alternate universes and dead people coming back from life. Its also set before the Sentinels era (but of course, they do go to the future and back, unfortunately), and the cast is more stable (i.e, they dont all suddenly find themselves in a different time area/alternate universe). In the movie, i wont spoil it for you, but the ending is rather consistent with the current situation in the Uncanny X-Men. Well, there is one area that isnt so consistent but I think somewhere along the lines "it happened" and everythings fine and dandy.

Ok, I'm just talking crap now. Am going off to watch Jeremy Clarkson shout "powerr..." and making fun of Richard Hammonds teeth. Bless the BBC. Well worth my TV License, maybe..


to all, take care.

What A Difference A Year Makes

my exams are over. see, even when i wrote that, i didnt exactly feel over the top. i didnt feel much. maybe its because Ive already got thru uni, hence it kinda takes the bite off from finishing the exams. finishing your final uni exams must be the best feeling in the world. and guess when did I finish my final year uni exams. Yeap, you guessed it, exactly 1 year, to this date, 25th May, ago. funny how time flies.

a year ago, after the exams, me, daryl, n robbie went over to sully's place to watch the champs league final. and we all know what a game that was.

the very next day, I took the train to london to view flats and apartments for my course in london.


i guess a lot of things happen in a year. but hey, as they say, every second is a chance to change a whole lifetime.


im going to enjoy my summer, so this blog will be quiet for a bit. till then.. stay classy!



lan.

Breaking Up Is Hard To Do

dont be silly. i dont write about relationships in this blog. its a "relationship-free" zone. but of course, with such a soppy romantic title, it could only mean one thing. yes, it has something to do with a phone. (as it always does).

whilst clearing up my room, i found my old blackberry, lying face down on the floor next to the drawers, near the laundry bag. I felt sad for it and decided to give it a charge, since the battery is flat. I switched it on for the first time after 3months of inactivity, it glowed to life. And now is sitting happily net to my Xda, another idle gadget. I feel some sort of attachment towards it, because despite it sucking my money dry, I loved it. I loved the way it worked, I loved the simplicity of it. I loved the ability to receive and send emails instantaneously anywhere. It used to be my life in that phone. And now I've got to go through the hassle of checking emails on my laptop (which takes forever to boot up, if, it decides to boot up) and you know when you check emails, you get distracted and what is supposed to be a 10minute look at what you need to, becomes a 1hour run through to all the websites that you want to see.

Its one of those things that if you look from the outside, you would never understand it. You could say "hey, you're just wasting your money" but trust me, once you get it, you'll be hooked. Its why they call it the "crackberry" because its so addictive. I used to say the same bout the ipod, i mean i told myself, i cant name 100 songs, so why would I need 30gb of music. And its all a flash marketing scam anyways.

And look whos life-dependent on it now. Yeap. Good things make your life better, but great things change it.

It ranks alongside the ipod, my watch, and my rice cooker as the four most important gadget/electrical/item in my life. I miss it. I miss it so much that I'm thinking of taking the blackberry subscription back in Malaysia. I can get it hooked up to the 017 number, and my blackberry handset here does the job, so no extra costs needed. Just put the simcard in and itll work. All I need now is rm 70 a month. Heh, even my slave wages can pay for that. But other than the usual email banter, I dont get much emails. Maybe I'll have to think it through.


I called up o2 to follow up on my refund. They were supposed to refund me 20pounds since February but somehow they failed to do so. When I called them, they said I owed them money. I was abit suprised and I checked my statements. It turns out to be the other way around. So my advice for you people who have problems with these mobile phone companies is, call them until you get the result you want because I've done this before. I called them three different times and they said three different things about my contract.



Ok. enough phone talk. Gotta go study. CIMA revision aint going to be done by just staring at it.




Jack Bauer quotes.



"Jack Bauer could strangle you with a cordless phone."

"Superman wears Jack Bauer pajamas"

"If everyone on "24" followed Jack Bauer's instructions, it would be called "12".

"When Google can't find something, it asks Jack Bauer for help."

"There is the right way, the wrong way, and the Jack Bauer way. It's basically the right way but faster and more deaths"


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the end.

A Solicitors Letter (Part 2)

I woke up this morning and did the usual stuff, check emails, friendster, check the news, checkout whos on msn, and i was suprised to see that I received another email from Zaid Ibrahim & Co.

It said;

Dear Adlan

Just to let you know that we have received the duly signed copy of the acceptance letter

Looking forward to you coming onboard!



now.. thats just a bit creepy. "looking forward" to have me come on board? on board what? their legal vessel? plundering the legal seas, with me as one of the lowly crewman. the partners would be the ones sitting in the cabins, charting maps, while ill be the one manning the sails, forced to eat whatever my lowly legal allowance can afford me, and maybe even be asked to walk the plank. im guessing they have some sort of a pirate theme going on.


"Aye, matey, come on board the Jolly Roger and lets plunder the seas...arrr... you are the lowly crewman... man the sails (arrr), and fix them rudders, but if you fail (arrr../waving his hook gesturing towards the plank), ye shall walk the plank!"



I bet you the lawyers there are rubbing their hands in joy as they have a new whipping boy to carry their files, do the paperwork, clean their toilets, wash their car(s) and probably even make them coffee.

"I pity the fool" one of them would say. "...who has to do all the research for our cases"

sigh. more post later on. got to study.

Facts of Accounting

I guess ive been doing too much revision, that my blog entry is now going to be about what im doing. But let me clear things first, i dont see myself as an accountant, and probably never will. Unfortunately for the moment, i am officially a pq. A pq stands for a part-qualified, and thats what happen when you've done a couple of professional papers.

You've probably watched scrubs, ER and other shows. You've probably even watched Ally Mcbeal and L.A Law. Its funny how those tv shows make the actual work look fun. If you believe what you see, you'll think that doctors leap through hoops of fire and in the case of Ally Mcbeal, dont do anything much but fall over and stutter a lot. But you'll never find a tv show about accountants. You see, even the most creative of scriptwriters cannot make the subject interesting. At least in law you can laugh at the cases and the judgements, but how the hell do u laugh at numbers?

In the accounting world, there are 3 types of accountants. The ICAEWs, the ACCAs and the CIMAs. The top of the tier, top of the range people are the ICAEWs, also known as the ACAs. Too much acronyms for you? Its the Institute of Chartered Accountants of England and Wales / Assoc. of Chartered Accountants. These people are usually the best of the best, the ones that love numbers and probably find themselves salivating at the prospect of a 20page spreadsheet. Since theres not many of them around, theyre the elites, think of them like the SAS with numbers. Some of them however, may think theyre better than others, (they probably are) and may act like so. You may not like them, but you cant really fault them. They deserved to be in that high spot because they worked hard for it. So it doesnt really matter if you think they're a bunch of losers who dont have a life, they definitely earned their place. No, nothing wrong with that. Nothing wrong at all. (losers)

On the middle tier, are the ACCA's. These people tend to be the clever ones. While not exactly embracing the love of numbers like the guys on top, they do have a bit of an interest in the subject. They do their audits, they do their tax papers, and they finish off with a view of becoming accountants. Its also quite well known that the hot girls join ACCA, and i can back this up with statistics. Im not saying there are no other girls in the other accounting professionals, but most of them join ACCA. These ACCA students laugh at people who do CIMA (below) because, well, because they do. They also have questionable attention spans and some that I know are distracted by the simplest of things, such as a World Cup 2006 Sticker Book. (you know who you are.. heheh)


On the bottom of the ladder are the CIMA students, and I'm one of them. CIMA students are known to be a bit on the "laissez faire" side. CIMA students wouldnt know what a balance sheet is even if it hit them in the face. CIMA part qualifieds keep telling themselves that they'll earn more than the other 2 professional papers, but thats mostly just to enable them to sleep at night. People do CIMA for a multitude of things, among them; as a holiday hobby, because they dont know what to do, and some just do it because they saw it on a website and it looked good. Some of them do it for all three reasons. CIMA students dont mind being laughed at because

a) they probably didnt know what they got into
b) they dont really want to be accountants in the first place
c) they dont have a clue


There is another type of accountants, theyre called CIPFA. Nobody cares about them.


All three papers are different in their syllabus content. ICAEW is geared towards "world domination", ACCA towards "bread and butter accounting" and CIMA is leaning towards "enough to get you by".



To be honest with you I hate this line of work. I can never understand how you numbery people can cope with such crap. Law is definitely much more fun, and much more interesting. I dont care about depreciation, and i really dont care about IAS or IFRS or some other shit these numbery people create. Accounting is basically down to things, and they shouldve stuck to it. Income and Expenditure. money comes in, and goes out. thats it!

I'm never going to be an accountant. Not even Hilary Duff and Lindsay Lohan could persuade me to be one.



I'm learning this subject because I know it'll come in handy for what I want to be in the future.



A dictator - complete with an island base/secret lair, a cat, and a huge table for my henchmen. Not forgetting a "laser".



CIMA is handy because i'll know how much it will cost to invade singapore create peace in the region, and whether it is actually worth it to take over Laos (cost/value analysis : not worth it).



ok back to revision people. ive got world domination to plan some revision to do.

sunny days

i have to admit, i have been rather distracted this past few days. the thought of being able to meet Pele' has kinda thrown my study routines off course for a bit. For those who have not known about this, it is pretty much what I've been thinking of for the past few days. Pele' is coming to London. yes, Pele'. The Pele'. Hes in London to promote his autobiography and I am thinking of going to buy the book and get him to sign it for me. Of course there will be a queue of, say, a few thousand people, but i will try and camp outside of waterstones at 9 in the morning to get to be first in line. Its something what my lil sister would do for a Harry Potter book, but thats just not on a level as Pele. Me and Nik are sorting out some plans on when and where are we going to meet him. Unfortunately i think hes only going to sign the book, so looks like the Brazil jersey i bought two days ago has to be returned sometime soon.

so what did i do today? Abit of studying, and er, abit of gallery viewing, would you believe it or not. Went to the National Art Gallery with Lee, which I finally managed to see the "Madonna on the Rocks" painting made famous by Dan Brown in one of his books. As usual, I looked at it for 10 seconds, thought, "Hmm, thats nice" and walked off. Art eh, you can talk for 30mins about it, but frankly, do i really look like i care?

got to see Van Gogh's Sunflowers, and some other paintings I really cant remember who painted them. Monet was there too, and there was one painting of a big horse. Nothing special, just a horse. There's a whole load of paintings which i know some art critic would say "changed the world's direction" or some other bullshit like that, but I think I had enough for the day and we went just chilling at the park. Last time I properly did that was back in august last year, with Nik, Kiau, Durra and Sya, at regents park. Just chilling around enjoying the weather. Being a nice day and all, I cant help but wish it was summer all year round. Its more lively, theres just a lot more atmosphere as compared to the cold bleak winter. Dont get me wrong, I kinda like winter when its running up to christmas and the new year, but after the 10th of january, i feel that London just becomes gloomy till April when the sun comes out again. It seems like everyone is walking around like zombies during that time. Anyhoo, (phrase taken from J.D in "Scrubs") its getting brighter and brighter and things are springing back to life. Hooray!

After trekking around with lee to get her krispy kremes, I got back home, got a headache, took ibuprofen (i dont usually take these!) which i think is due to dehydration, and watched tv. After watching Jonathan Ross (my highlight of the week sometimes!) now here I am, writing on my blog. I am going to be doing just a lil bit more studying, but I think tomorrow will be a day of full studying, that is before the FA Cup final and maybe continue on after the cup final game. Weekends, always the source of something fun for people, but for me a saturday is just like another day. This could be due to the fact that I had classes on saturdays, and half the week I dont have classes. My weekends are like what they have in Kelantan, on thursdays and fridays. Of course, minus the occasional stonings and Mawi concerts.

Oh, yea, my Aunty is coming over this sunday from KL. So in typical fashion, the house is in DEFCON 1, meaning suddenly everything is tidy. The floors mopped, vaccumed, mopped and vaccumed again, the dining table given a total disinfecting, and the bathroom is so pristine white, I feel like im in an igloo. My room, however, is a different story. My mom used to say that my room is like a sinking ship (kapal karam). I never really understood why she said that because i thought sinking ships are most of the time neat, that was until I watched titanic and discovered that as ships sank, theres a whole lotta mess. As an example, I found a tshirt i forgot i had, under the bed. I also found some magazines, but then again, lets just stop there.

so its another 10 or so more days to the exam. Cant wait to get this over and done with, because after that its the holidays!



well people, study calling. talk to u guys soon. till then, good luck and good night.

My Linen Jacket and Me

today has got to be one of the days that are really unexpected. it started off with me waking up late (again), and going about my breakfast routine pretty much as usual. i decided to join nik later on, on one of his shopping sprees. (doesnt happen very often, and its not a spree as you might think he would have!) and then suddenly out of the blue i had a call from my friend. she asked me to teman her to marylebone, and being a nice day and all, i decided that yeah, i could do with a short diversion.

it was such a sunny day, the weather was warm, and really, there isnt any need for any jackets. but i decided that today ill wear my linen jacket. now, its not an expensive jacket, nor does it have anything special on it, but nevertheless i always err on the side of caution, ull never know when the weather might turn nasty.

we went around marylebone, and we had lunch at st. christophers place. at s.c.p, there was a girl handing out flyers for a fashion party thing. the pass admits two people to VIP entrance, for free. the girl somehow gave me 8 of them. i looked at the other tables around me, there was a young-ish italian couple, and to our left there was 3 guys, i would say probably middle eastern, and probably the kind of people that could be extras from 24 (they werent the jubah-wearing ones, but the kind that Jack Bauer would shoot at endlessly, he is, according to Ed's email, the leading cause of death in Middle Eastern men) . When we walked down the Tapas bars and the other alfresco dining places, none of em had the flyers on their table. I know its not a big thing, but I can only deduce two reasons as to why we got the flyers and they all didnt.

a) Lee looked stylish

b) My linen jacket.


Okay, I'm not going to blow my own horn. I know its not much of a big deal, but imagine this. You see a heavy-set bloke, with a shaved head, sunglass on top, wearing a white linen jacket. What do you think? Precisely.

Columbian Drug Lord.

the exact kind of guy you would like to have at your party. Whats even weirder was that when I was walking down regents st, my old friend Maria, who I've not seen since January called me up and said "I saw you at regents street, im on the bus that just passed you by!".

Now everyone can spot a Columbian Drug Lord from afar too!

Now things make sense. Sales people at selfridges or the other big shops dont look at me bad anymore. They offer me new and more expensive things to buy, even when i just walk around. Im given a carte blanche' to look, touch and feel more expensive stuff now. Would sir like to enquire about the diamond watch? Would Sir like to know more about the Mini Cooper Supercharged Works edition? Waiters give me better service, and somehow, i think this is all due to my humble, but smart linen jacket.

So remember, the clothes maketh the man.


But dress up as a Columbian Drug Lord, and the worlds your oyster. sort of.









p.s - i am not responsible if you are gunned down, ran over, or if you are suddenly arrested by the police.

A Solicitors Letter

2 days ago i received a letter from Zaid Ibrahim & Co. with regards to my internship. Its dated 26th April 2006, but the postmark on the letter stated 3rd May. Im guessing there must be some kind of hold up or something because I'm supposed to send in the letter by 11th May. Oh well, heres what it says, and in italics, what they actually mean.

"We are pleased to inform you that you will be attached to the firm with effect on the 3rd of July 2006"

"We dont know how the hell you got this internship, but we're pretty desperate for someone to clean the floors for us. Our cleaner just left you see."

"During your attachment you will be paid rm200 per month subject you continue your attachment with us for more than a month"

"You must have nothing on your CV and therefore be desperate to be attached to us to even consider getting out of bed for that amount of money per month. One of the partners decided that itll be fun to see how long you last in the law firm, knowing you're paid less than the cleaners."

"Either party may , during the attachment period, give 1 weeks notice for termination of employment."

"If you screw up within a month, you're long gone. And you dont get that paltry rm200. We're lawyers, dont even try to argue with us. We'd spend it on some other dumb helpless unsuspecting intern."

"Our working hours are [given in the letter, im not going to write it down]..... however you are expected to work longer hours if and when neccesary"

"That serves you right for having the cheek to apply to our law firm. We'll work you like a slave and if we need someone to make us coffee, you better make us a damn good one because that rm200 is our Starbucks Latte money"


Sigh. I keep telling myself its for the experience, not the money. I can imagine what I'm going to do with my new-found salary. Its so pitifully low that when I asked my dad if he wanted a cut of it, he refused. I bet upon getting my sms the other day he was rolling on the floor laughing.


Experience. Im doing it for the experience....

Back

Due to unexpected but welcome high demand from various parties of the public, this blog is back up. Many of you will wonder why I deleted the blog in the first place, well, like all mysteries in life, this one will remain unanswered. What will be answered, though, are the general questions of life.

I wont be doing a blog on "life" in particular. You know the kind of blogs that seems to have a melancholic view on life, about struggles, about hardship, about relationships. No. I say there are more important questions in life which need to be answered. Among them

1. Why are there so many stupid people in Stratford?

2. Why do gym trainers look like theyre on steroids? (they probably are)

and

3. Are Leeds going to be back up in the Premiership?? (of course! its where they belong!)

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The past few days I've been busy with gym and revising. More of the former than the latter, but I did manage to do some questions on my CIMA revision kit. I dont know, but to me I learn more through the book than I did through classes. The lecturers in my course seem to be a competent bunch, but that is before they start ranting about something else. Hafeez, my P1 management accounting lecturer looks like hes scared of teaching, and bores me to death. Asare, my P7 lecturer doesnt make sense at all. The only lecturer I rate to be above average this term would be my P4 Organisational management and Info Systems lecturer, Ian. He's pretty good, and hes got solid credentials to back it up too. He makes lectures interesting and bearable. In his class, I feel sleepy, but in the other two lecturers classes, I feel like jumping out the window.



Enough about lecturers. My current rant of the day would be about stupid people in stratford. I'm not saying everybody is stupid in stratford, no. Im sure there are clever people near where I live, but they may have been hiding in bunkers or probably moved out. You may wonder why I say this, well heres the reason why.

When you're on the bus, sometimes there are some kids (teenagers i presume) who blast out their music on their mobile phones. I'm all for listening to music while travelling, I do that all the time, but not playing it out on speakers?? It really pisses me off because their choice of music will probably the worst kind of rap, or the worst kind of techno. They play techno so pitifully bad, even the most hardcore of Ah Bengs would put up his hands and say "Enough, I dowwan to hear that song! Dont play play!"

Another thing is that they dont look when theyre crossing the roads. Some of them just stroll over without looking, and usually its the bus that has to make an emergency stop. To be honest with you, if i drove a 4X4 here, i think id be doing a public service to the community by running them over. When theyre not running away without paying the kebab shop, shoplifting, or holding up buses, theyre playing music on their mobile phones.

The women-folk arent too far behind either. They know theyre not the sharpest tool in the shed, so they offset this by shouting out what they think. They talk about everything in the bus, politics, celebrities, movies. I dont eavesdrop, but its kinda hard to not hear what theyre speaking when theyre practically shouting. And most of the times, what they say just doesnt make sense.


right. i am suddenly feeling a sharpe tingling on my back. Thats a warning system that reminds me exams are round' the corner, and ive got studying to do. Will blog more later on tonight. till then, welcome back.