King of Bongo Bong

Monday, November 07, 2005

Monday blues......... enjoying a cup of Kopi Bailey's rite now..decided to blog abit...After work, met a client in Tiong Bahru, viewed some t-shirt samples and showed her some color combi, gave her some views on how to design her t-shirt -- 15 min session, chop chop finish and wait for the confirmation email. gOnna get busy real soon, deals flooding in once again....

Finally can go home.. took MRT. jibai peak period and the train was packed.. but nvm, still can sqeeze in abit.. It's a long journey home, but i got my ipod and 11 pages of Man U news on newpaper -- so i thought time would pass by real fast. Well i was wrong, there's this jibai aunty that board the train on queenstown station.. i tink she was chewing garlic a short while ago and her mouth is fuckin' garlic infested and it's so damn fuckin' smelly. What's WORST??!??? She's standing beside me and she's acting like she haven't sleep for days(maybe she's a man u fan like me, watched the matCh till 2am) and she was yawning away....

The garlic stench that came out of the mouth was unbearable, and she yawned for 3 secs facing me.. CHAO JIBAI!!! The smell lingered around me for another 10 sec, and before i know it she was yawning again! Wa lan eh..... sibe cannot take it. But nvm, Man u won.. i was in a happy mood.

"Fergie celebrated his 19th year as Man U boss with a 1-0 victory over London rivals Chelsea...." reaChing Jurong East already. The aunty started gearing up, with one handbag slinging around her armpit and 2 plastic bags on each side of her arms...she started rushing for the exit. Her bags keep on hitting me.. wa i start to tulan alreaDy.. i started gearing up too.

Finally reaChed the station, the aunty and i were like F1 drivers, preparing to sprint our way to the finish line - the middle platform...the door open, wAaaaaaa, everybody started sprinting to the train on the middle platform, can't win the race, the aunty too. In the end, I managed to grab the last seat in the bunk - just before the aunty. I look at her, proud like a peacock, folded my arms and started closing my eyes....I had won the race.... hahahhahahhahhahahha

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