The woman carrying the tote bag/the man who reads his "lian he wan bao"/the fogey who leans on the pole/the man who can't sit properly and sits with his legs wide open/the male student who nods his head right side-left side/the auntie who rushes into the train before i step out and push me/The man (or woman) who pretends to be sleeping and continues to pretend not to see an elderly folk walks into the train/the woman who keeps staring at my books/the men who stare at the woman who just entered the train/the kids or adolescents who sit on the floor by the door/the couple hugging each other and carassing each other at two-seaters/The men with BO/And those people who are much taller than you.

Sometimes I just can't help but feel the MRT train is a comedic play on show everyday. I mean, if you just enter the train and observe the people around you, you can't help but roll your eyes or swear under your breath. At other times you can't suppress your laughter.

My main mode of transport is the MRT because I live in such an unaccessible part of Singapore that it does not make economic sense to build a bus station near enough that I can have another choice of transport. Everybody in my neighbourhood either:

1) Drives
2) Takes the MRT
3) Walks OR
4) Rots at home

I met another weirdo on the train today. What's new?

A couple came in at Bukit something station. The woman sat down beside me and held the guy's hand. The guy stood in front of her. No, this is perfectly ok. Nothing disturbing at all. The disturbing part was, instead of keeping her eyes on her guy, her head was turned to the right, and her eyes were on me.

Is there something wrong with me?

Did I forget to button?
No... I wasn't wearing a button-shirt...

Did I have face piercing?
No... I don't have the guts to...

Did I look like Fann Wong/Jolin Tsai/Zhang Ziyi/or any oher perceived beauties?
No... I am not a perceived beauty.

I turned to look back at her. And she was still looking at me. Then I turned to Calvin and mumbled.

M: Hey...she's looking at me

C: Yah I noticed that also.

*Shrugs shoulders*. Anything. Fine. You're not the only freaks/weirdos/irritants I've met on the train anyway.

Some of the other freaks/weirdos/irritants that are worthy of a 2nd mention (see above) shall be given due mention here.


Irritant One: The man who can't sit properly and sits with his legs wide open

I do understand why you can't close your legs but I can't understand why you must keep shaking your legs. No matter how much I hint, like shifting around in discomfort in my seat, you still continue to open your legs wide-wide. You insensitive BRUTE!!! The worst thing to do, ladies, when you meet this kind of irritant, is to sit with your legs cross. This gives the man-who-can't-sit-properly more space to open his legs even wider.

Irritant Two: The fogey who leans on the pole

It's not about pole dance but I hate it when some sweaty smelly men leans on the pole leaving no place for me to hold on. Sometimes I wish I can detach the pole and smack it at their faces. The even more irritating ones are those who lean on the pole even when I was holding on to it in the first place. And they lean on my hand. The next time I'm gonna wear rings with stones poking out of it. I mean those stones u pick up on the beach... when you walk barefooted on the soft sand, and then suddenly there is a spoiler stone that you step on and go "OUCH!".

Come on, lean on me. Arghhhhh!!!

Irritant Three: The man (or woman) who pretends to be sleeping and continues to pretend not to see an elderly folk/pregnant woman walks into the train

Arghhh.... it's always me who is not sleeping on the train. And when an elderly folk walks in, I feel so guilty for not standing up and letting the elderly folk sit. I admit once or twice I didn't do it... But I'll do it from now on. But that's also provided I manage to grab a seat in the first place!!! Why is it that the person sitting under the "Please give up your seat to the elderly or the needy" sign is ALWAYS, without fail, EYES CLOSE AND FAST ASLEEP!?!?!?! And this people happen to be robust looking men. Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against man, I want to think it is pure coincidence. But looking at how dirty the glass panes are, you know it's the men's fault. Greasy or Gel-like substance. EEEEEkkkssss. Given ladies are generally better well-groomed (just a generalisation), it can't be the female who are guilty. Then who are we left with to shift the blame? Well. Ok. So, Warning: Do NOT lean against the glass pane when you're sitting down ladies. Lots of GREASE. Think Oil. Not John Travolta.

Irritant Four: The man/woman who keeps staring at my books

No there isn't a typo. Not boobs. but BOOKS. Yes. I am a selfish Singaporean and I don't like to share. Stop Staring at my booKs!!!

Irritant Five: Those people who are much taller than you.

The train has made me claustrophobic. Yes. I am. The only possible reason why I dislike the fact that I am so short is because of my bad experiences in the train. Being surrounded by people, and you feel you're in a well. Try the train in peak hours.

Even worst when you're surrounded by MEN, who are tall. Like well above 1.75m. The only possible reason why I would dislike tall men is because, well, the air down here isn't that fresh. Yes. even in the morning. Let's not even talk about the evening peak period.


Ok. There is one last strange encounter on the train that I have to write about here. Just yesterday, this guy sitting beside me kept sweeping his face. He did it like, 5 times in every 10 seconds??? That was irritating. Although it had nothing to do with me, but from the corner of my left eye and from the left ear, I could see and hear that sweeping motion. The worst thing is, he kept on leaning towards me..... argggghhh. I wanted to laugh out loud and say "Mister, stop sweeping your face. You're making it dirtier. Beware of acne. All the germs and bacteria on your hand. ACNE!" But what the heck it was my stop and I made a hasty exit.

arghhhhh... Michelle. Save up to buy the Pajero Mini/Morris Minor you want ok. Make it your goal. Then you can write about all the other annoying people on the road. Like those people who like to tail-gate you, or overtake you from the left.

ラベル: Commuter's complains

Tak Chan

Was talking to Wingyee on MSN and reading her blog and her entry inspired me to make this entry.

1) Gary Neville, Jersey No.2, Defender, England, Manchester United, Spoilt Brat, Sore Loser.

Well... yes. I have a love-hate relationship with this guy. For one, I am a Man-Utd Fan (Since 1995) (sounds like some trademark huh, like OP, since 1972. Ok. Whatever. Before I am accused of being lame again.) I love you, for being a Man U Player. For two, I used to think that Gary is the more skilful of the Neville Brothers, but then when passion overwhelms him, i just feel like kicking his ass, or maybe knock his nose so that I can help straighten it. Gary, look at yourself






You need surgery.










I didn't mean you perform surgery.. I meant you need surgery.

And.... Why are you, the defender running up all the way to the other side of the field and feeding and crossing? Can you stick to sliding? You used to do that pretty well, but what happened to you? Look at yourself again.




Bad tackle... your legs are practically jabbing at forsell... even if you don't like how forsell looks, don't do this to him...

But hey, nothing can be worst than this.

I'm sure you remember this game.

Saturday April 24 2004. Liverpool vs Man Utd.




You conceded a penalty the nth time in your career... argh. Don't you watch replays of the matches and realise that it was YOU, who let the ball roll and slip to your opposition and have you counted how many times you made a wrong pass and Man U conceded a goal? Don't forget the times you made a bad tackle and a penalty was awarded? Don't count. I don't need to know the answer. Cuz I don't want you to feel that ashamed of yourself. You weren't that bad.

You weren't that bad you know, remember those times? Before you began throwing your spoilt brat and baby tantrums. And it's not me who started calling you spoilt brat. Some other fantastic football commentator did. Stop chasing after the referee. He's got enough of you.

If this were a CM game, I would have thrown you out of my squad on free transfer.

Sir Alex, get out of 1990s and quit chewing gum. Chewing gum is not going to win you your silverware. It will rot your teeth instead.

And given that you already disappoint me enough, it doesn't hurt to have one more reason why I should hate you. You were Beckham's Best Man in his wedding.

To borrow PPT's title for one her posts, I am a piece of shit. A very long one as well.

The truth is, I feel constipated. Literally, and figuratively. Down there, and up there.

Literally, it's been weeeeks! Ever since the start of my internship. The first week I remember Yongjia (my fellow intern) telling me that she constipated during her first week (she came in one wk earlier than me lah), cuz she said it's due to the change of environment. But now her nature's flush works fine. And since then, mine has malfunctioned (quite a strong word huh due to lack of vocabulary, let's just stick with this for the time being).

Its malfunction can be attributed to a few factors. One of which is insufficient fibre from insufficient intake of vege and fruits. The first few weeks food court not up and running yet, so didn't have the chance to eat vege. By the time it was up and running, Madam Constipation has already choked me. Also, always had to go somewhere after work no chance to eat at home, so didn't have the chance to eat vege too! And if there is no chance to eat at home, I don't get to eat fruits which I normally do after dinner. Hmmmm....

Somebody give me some ideas to de-constipate please!!!!! Nowadays, whenever I get the chance to flush, I relish every moment of it manz. Flusshshhhhshshs....... Slusssshhhh....... Hahahahah.

Figuratively, yes, I feel constipated up there too. Well if you have notice, I have written about so many things that the topic today has to be about shit. Well.

I am so sorry for making you come back to my blog all the time to see the same old post. I know you have been here at least half a million times and clicked on refreshed another half a million times, but in vain. You click on the X at the right hand corner, give a soft sigh, feel a little pang of disappointment, make an exit and wonder "When is she ever going to write again?"

Oh yes, I write as if I have a million hits every hour huh. Well... I believe I am getting there. I do believe it. Hahaha.

Wednesday, June 23, 2004

Scolari: Rooney is no Pele

ALCOCHETE, Portugal, June 23 (Reuters) - Portugal coach Luiz Felipe Scolari says there will never be another Pele.

Asked about comparisons between his fellow Brazilian and England teenager Wayne Rooney, Scolari said: 'One is black, the other is white.

Mich says: Whoa! Haha i sincerely hope Scolari is misquoted here... What rubbish can come out of his mouth. One is black the other is white. Erps... Didn't your science teacher in primary school teach you how to make comparisons? If Pele is black, Wayne is white then is Ronaldo brown? hohoho.

'I think Rooney is a good player, but Pele? There will only ever be one in the world.'

'You couldn't even make another with a computer.'

Mich says: Another quotable rubbish. Sure to make it to the quotes page, not on Straits Times main paper but the Life! section where they often quote celebrities or well-known people saying some brainless thing. Hehe. Of course not everything there is brainless la... But you know, if you count the percentage, 90%. Well...

Striker Rooney, 18, has scored four goals [Mich says: So what?]at the European championship, a performance described by coach Sven-Goran Eriksson as the best by a young player at a major championship since 17-year-old Pele shone for Brazil at the 1958 World Cup. [Mich says: Of course... Sven, you are England Coach]

England face hosts Portugal in Thursday's semi-final in Lisbon.

Mich says: Oh... should I stay up and watch? I would love to see how England and Portugal try to kick each other's ass when they are in bad form. Of course, would like to see Figo kick his team-mate Beckham's ass. But then again... I might just be bored to deathhhh...

'Our players have profound admiration for his (Rooney's) quality, they respect him a lot and some of his qualities could be fatal for our team,' said Scolari.

'But he doesn't play alone, he's part of a group.'

'We're worried about England with all their attributes, all their potential. He's a great player, enjoying an excellent spell but he's part of a team very well organised by Eriksson.

Scolari avoided any direct comparisons with his own teenage forward, Cristiano Ronaldo.

He praised England's Michael Owen and David Beckham, both struggling for form, for their team spirit.

'Rooney and Ronaldo have different characteristics but are two great players.'

'Beckham and Owen play for the team. They're not worried about their individual performances, about being the stars.

'They want to work for the group and I value this much more than if one of them were the big star.'

Mich says: Oh yes... they already are stars.

はい、はい！
今日、いそがしいでしたね。。。今日から、毎月曜日と水曜日に、ｊCSで日本語を勉強します。よかったね！４年前、日本語の勉強が止めました、それ以来、いつも残念でした。

それから、今後は、日本語のために一生懸命に勉強します。今たとえ、毎分は、辞書が使います、でも、一日に、いますせんよ！

とにかく、にごんごのBlog Entry　終わります！英語の！

Hehe... must have been puzzled and shocked to see this hehe.

I just had my first Jap lesson in 4 years!!! Last time I took my Jap exam was in 2000. My JLPT Level 4. Finally got the time and heart to pursue it back. I hope it doesn't stop after I take my JLPT 3 this year and yes! I am aiming for it! Although if you know japanese, you will know those stuff up there s*cks. Even if you don't know, I am telling you it does.

先生 (Sensei or S) was teaching us some new vocab. One of which was"イスラム教徒”(which stands for Muslim). Then she taught us a few more words not from the list. They are:

ぶっ教徒：Buddhist
キリスト教徒：Christian
イスラム教徒：Muslim
無教徒：Free thinker

This is what happened.

S: Most Japanese belong to Free Thinker.

Man (a.k.a curious student): What about Shinto?

[P/s: Shinto is a Japanese religion that most of us read on websites or japanese travel books that's why we perceive it to be THE Japanese religion.]

S: Eh... No.
When Japanese are born, we are Free thinker. When we get married, we do it in the church, but when we die, we are buried like a buddhist.

All: Hahahah [class erupts into laughter]

S: We are not that serious when it comes to religion.

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Whoa. Quite something for a first lesson yah. Something pretty deep also huh. Imagine while at one end of the world some people can espouse to live, die and kill for their religion, on another end of the world there are some people are "not that serious about religion". Well well, religion always a touchy and sensitive topic huh (just like money). I don't really wanna touch on such a spiritual topic on my blog. Just wanna share this with you if you're reading it. A small anecdote. Take it as a story you can share it with others? But well, do think about it for yourself what this anecdote also says?

I'm so serious now I can't even crack a joke. eeiiierrrr.... gonna sleep now then!

Lo and behold! Sports and Health for life!

Ok how ept to go for such programs while I'm on diet. Just attented a seminar @ Hotel New Otani (Liang Court there).

Not exactly inspired cuz even before the seminar ended, I was already thinking of the Bento I am going to buy from the supermarket Meidi-ya downstairs. And indeed I bought a bento for $8.90.

Not forgetting I spent some money on cab (nothing new huh...) It's sick to keep talking about the same things, so forget it. I'm not going to say.

One interesting point I noticed was that we had mini puff and soon kueh for the tea break. Horrible. Imagine they are trying to get us to be health conscious and spread the message around the office by implementing some workplace health program and then outside they offer us PUFFs. Well... actually I noticed this before we went back to the seat and the speaker mentioned she went for this heart workshop with some people with heart problems and they had unhealthy food. and PPT also pointed out that we had puffs. But do I care so much?

Well... NOT, actually. hahaa.

But anyway, I'm still on diet. i'll just have BAH ZHANG for dinner later then... :)

Whoa... dear friends. You must have been disappointed not to see my blog today. Well. Haha, yes, I'm as busy as a B.

Here's my schedule for the rest of the week.

Tues: 830am - 930pm
Wed: 9am - 820pm
Thurs: 8am - 930pm
Fri: 8am - 930pm
Sat: 830am - 11pm (supposed to be. but it will definitely morph around)

For a while you thought that there's 48 hours everyday.

I can't write too much here... not forgetting I must wake up at 630am... or at least try to. And it's now 1215am, which I don't want it to. Cuz I don't want to be late again. Which I will try not to...

Well. I just came back like 1hr ago. What a life.

Last week was depression. This week, is hangover from depression yah?

So much for just turning 21.

That's all, brevity is beauty. I'm busy as a B.

I am officially on diet.

So much for all my entries on food, glorious food, i draw my inspiration from various sources that I would like to pay tribute to right here.

Inspiraone: Uncle Prem

Uncle Prem sat across me at The Rice Table today. He is a lawyer with a very good sense of humor well, this is part of the conversation that went between me and him today.

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Uncle Prem: How have you been doing?

Me: Yup. fine. having my internship now...

Uncle Prem: etc etc etc

Me: etc etc etc

[Here comes the part]

Uncle Prem: (as a matter of fact) Well I don't understand why people go on diets after going for buffet

Me: (Looking very proud) Well, I am one who doesn't.
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Right. Indeed, I don't diet after one buffet. But after so many buffets in these 2 weeks, I have to!!! Gosh...! I am piling on weight. I can feel it. At all the troubled areas of any woman's body. Arms, Thighs, Waist, Belly, Calf. Argh. Worst when you have had constipation for the past few weeks. Nothing comes out. That's why I am full of SHIT. I think I need to go to Slimming Santuary. But no money to go... Shit.

Inspiratwo: Ala Carte Buffet

Yes.. remember I had an ala carte buffet on the same day at Phin's?

Yes... on that very same day, there were 2 customers. Who looked like 4 people combined, and had a combined appetite of 16 men. The BOY. Note BOY is HUGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've never seen such a fat boy in flesh my life! I thought they only existed on TV cuz those people with weight and dietary problems are probably too heavy to move out of bed! You get it? He's one of those. And you should have seen his Mum. No doubt. From the same mould. I can't describe how big they are. It's up to your imagination, and perhaps beyond it. And the irony? There was a woman they were with, and that woman is pint size. And she looked even pint-er when sitted between the mother and son.

Chef Tang came out to talk to us (cus he knew my aunt and uncle)... Gosh... Shakes head. He told us that everytime this mother and son come.. *lugi*(that means lose money) This boy ate a record 17 Mango Puddings and I tell you, I was struggling with mine after all the food. And you know, Mango Puddings are not his dessert. They are his between-meal snack. He will order plates of prawns, and chow down, then he will order his dessert, then he will order his prawns again... The cycle goes...

Inspiring???

Yeah.

Inspirathree: Jap Buffet

Yes... yet another Buffet @ Ikoi. The only place I managed to find Jap Buffet. argh. all I want to say is that I just had it on Fri night and I ate so much my skirt was so tight... luckily it's a flare skirt. Yes, the skirt that I wore in the morning with the price tag in tact.

Inspirafour: MYSELF

YEs, I've straightened my thoughts. Being employable is not enough. I ought to be marriageable as well. And knowing all the men, and not only the Singaporean men I'm talking about here, I think I'd better shape up. Ok. I mean shape down

That's all.

My meals are going to be like that for the next 2 weeks.

B-fast: A Hearty b-fast
Lunch: Watermelon & Apple
Afternoon Tea: Calcium Biscuits
Dinner: Light stuff. Less carbo, more vege, more fish.

General: No red meat. No pork. Less rice, less noodles... (argh.. tough)

And I will also try to hit the gym, which is impossible this week cuz i am packed every night with BLOODY MEETINGS (I HATE MEETINGS!!!). So next week ok!

I am officially on diet, starting tomorrow.

Ah! In a while gotta leave the house to meet the director... finally, somebody added me to tha yahoogroups and i got a look at the script. Well a few mistakes here and there oh BTW, i'm the Mummy in the play. no longer the Les! Yeah!!! Although it's a wee character, but i'd rather play that than being the Les. erps. To be honest, the script's not exactly getting me very excited. Well i don't want to comment on it here. Cuz i might just spill the beans and oh yes you won't go and watch it anymore. I know you are going right?

Anyway... honestly I'd rather spend my sunday evening at home. stuffing myself with TV or doing up the poster.

Well drew my inspiration from this book British Design 2003. Cuz I'm hopeless when it came to vibrant colors. Think I need something vibrant looking to attract ppl.. was scanning in some of the pic wanted to upload it here. But too troublesome. Forgetddit.

So I'm using colours such as HOT PINK, LIME GREEN, PERKY PURPLE (just for the sake of an adjective) and also COOL BLUE. not forgetting my FAVORITE ORANGE. erps... bad english u get wad i mean? haha.

Went to Rice Table just now at cuppage. The food was so-so and the service was mediocre. You know what... the waiter was performing teh-tarik with his jug of iced water. I tell you. If he didnt have a jug-cover, the ice would have bounced out of my wine glass, do a tap dance on the table and melt away on my skirt. Horrible. Excuse me, boy. You know how to refill water or not? Need me to teach yah? *shake head*

And of course there is more reason to complain when I asked for more rice. (ok i load on carbo) And the waiter flopped a big chunk of rice on my plate!!!!!! Even more than the first serving. And there are 2 reasons to complain.

1) He should have asked how much rice I wanted.
2) He shouldn't FLOP the rice on the plate!!!

You know why I complain about the big chunk of rice? Ok. As I was walking to the car with my mum and bro, I asked mum how she felt the food. She said "ok lo" But the service was terrible.

See. I am not the picky one here. And this has got nothing to do with genetic reasons or nurturing.

I retorted the whole episode of the second serving of rice to them and my bro said this:

"No what, I saw what he put. Not a lot what."

EXACTLY. THIS IS THE POINT

See, from a guy's point of view, that wasn't a lot. BUT, from a girl's point of view, that is more than what I can stomach. Plus, putting a lot of rice on my plate during 2nd serving is akin to saying "Haha. this girl eats a lot" And you know however much you reveal on your blog that you eat alot, you never want people you're eating with to see that you're actually a glutton. And in all real sense and hmm well ok pretence, I didn't finish that huge 2nd serving of rice.

Great job to mum, who later told me she didn't give any tips. Well, we had a party of 15. So... hehe.

Think I'm getting more detailed conscious huh. Never used that word on me before. I tend to be slip-shoddy, and care more about the big picture.

Gotta have a more balanced training huh, Michelle

Talking to myself again... haha

Now, gotta go and change up and go off to meet the director. DARN. miss my TV show and dinner and all that.