Singh & Smith

FINALLY ppl... I've survived tat horrible ordeal at SMU...

Actually, it's not TAT bad lahz... Lemme give u guys a play-by-play account (well, sort of)...

First up, I almost got lost in the skol... can't find the pathetic entrance... When I zhong yu found it, I got a fright by the automatic entrance barrier thingy... tat's fine... I remained composed still...

Took their high-tech looking lift n walked thru a few corridors (like a maze lorz!) when i turned into a lonely looking desk tat sat a young lad, whom i supposed is the 'receptionist'... He checked thru my documents and then said sth tat shocked me... "You didnt give us ur O Level results..."

WHAT??!!! I can't believe I dint. Luckily I've prepared a zapped copy of it... My second shock of the day... NVM, I still can ren shou...

He then led me to the waiting room, where a young looking meimei was already sitting inside... We smiled at each other and I sat beside her... The atmosphere in the room was so tense n quiet tat I realli could not bear it... So i broke the silence n decided to make small chats wif her... I found out tat she's from TPJC, dragon baby n couple of other things... It's quite nice to haf somebody to talk to when ur nervous... And i swear, it's damn nerve-wrecking waiting in the room... Like a pig waiting to be slaughtered kinda feeling...

My new friend then went in, leaving me all alone... But strangely enough, I wasnt as nervous as I had been initially... in fact, i was rather calm n composed... I even cam-whored in the room until another competitor came in... *hahaz* Aniwae, seconds ticked away n finally it's my turn...

Mr. Smith (honestly, i dunno his real name, but i like to call all Caucasians Smith...) came n called me in... He has a fatherly look n is veri polite n courteous... Aniwae, the interview room was a huge meeting room, and inside sat Singh (i haf no idea his name, but he's a babu, and every babu to me is Singh)...

The moment I sat down, Singh immediately surprised me wif his, erm, qnss...

Singh: "So! You're from Temasek Poly?"

Me: "Tat's correct."

Singh: "People branded TP as Singapore's Most Creative Poly. Tell me your views."

Me: "Oh really? I dint know, but tat's a compliment I think..." (and I realli forgot wad i said ltr on becoz my heart was pounding damn fast it's a miracle dey dint hear it)

So I yadda yadda wif no idea wad i'm talking, but hopefully it made sense to them. Hopefully.

Suddenly Singh dropped me another nuclear bomb:

"Imagine u r the BIG BOSS. U interviewed dis 2 guys for the manager position. One guy came in and told u tat he will turn the company into a big moneymaking business, and he will renovate the room wif bright colours, expensive carpets, high-tech stereo, and make everything as chic n nice as possible. Then another guy came in and said sth abt renovating the company to suit the fengshui n blah blah blah..."

At this moment, I totally blanked out...

HUH?! Why r u asking me all dis? Dis isnt a business interview, izzit? In my heart I was like, gone case... Gone n goner... Even Smith looked abit puzzled n shocked at him for posing such qns mark qns...

But i still tried my veri best to answer him... Again, I also forgotten exactly wad i said, but i rmb I told him I would take in the first guy... *hahaz*

Singh: "OK, tat's good..." (I was like, whew! he's gonna shut his mouth n let Smith do the interviewing next...)

Smith took over. He's more humane and asked me things tat i could actually understand n relate... I kinda expected some of the qns he posed, so I was able to answer them quite okie-ly... But he also asked sth tat surprised me... He wanted me to explain wad National Youth Achievement Award is all abt... *hahaz* Luckily I still rmb wad i did back then so i juz crapped wif him lorz...

*sighz* The interview went on n on... think ard 20 mins... So thankful tat it's finally over... Now I'm leaving it to fate n destiny n G.Y.M to see if I can make it...

Wad I can say is tat this time round, I performed better than tat freaking MOE interview... All thanks to Thaya... she enlightened me wif her wisdom n confidence... I hope SMU accepts her, really... she deserves it for all the effort she has put in for her interview, and she'll realli do well n make SMU proud... I knew it... *hahaz*

Taxi Drivers

Okie, enuf abt SMU... I kept forgetting to blog abt my two most, erm, memorable encounters wif taxi drivers so far... so yeah, here is it...

Juz last Friday I think, I took a cab from my workplace to Singpost to meet XY for another shopping spree... I dunno if I'm heng or suay... I waited for quite some time for a taxi but becoz it's their change-shift time, some were not willing to pick up passengers unless dey r gg the same way... So I'm heng in the sense tat i caught one and also, since it's a short distance, the fare is damn cheap...

BUT DEN HORZ... once I got into the cab, and my ass havent even warm the seat, the uncle started BURPING OUT LOUD OKIE!!!!!!! I know it's not illegal to burp, and sometimes it's even shiok to let out gas from ur stomach... BUT to burp so loudly in front of ur passenger who is confined in a small space wif u? Tat's totally DISGUSTING n BARBARIC...

And the worst thing?

He actually burped NON-STOP okie!

Wah lau... Can you imagine a person "ke-er" for 10 mins straight WITHOUT stopping? I swear, he's burping every single second in every minute tat it's unbelievable his stomach dint deflate completely... How can a person haf so muchie gas in his body???!!! Not to mention it's loud, and some of his burps actually lasted for more than 5 seconds... FIVE FREAKING SECONDS!!! *eeewwwwww!*

I held my breath until I felt my face turn purple... But how long can i go without air? I seriously dint want to open my nostrils to breathe in the poisonous gas given off by tat freaking uncle, but i cant help it... It's not worth to die by suffocating urself juz becoz of a disgusting fellow, rite? So I juz opened my nostrils a teeny-weeny bit to allow some air into my oesophagus... *diaoz*

I REALLI hate it if ppl burped RIGHT in front of me... It's veri rude, uncouth n sooo not elegant... Some of my frenz did tat, but wad can i say? Dey are my frenz, so i'll forgive them...

BUT tat freaking uncle?? HELL NO. Juz my luck for catching his cab... and letting him earn my $3.10... *shakez head*

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After the MJ session at hydi's, I managed to flag a cab, and *shudders* dis is another problematic driver... But he's better than the previous one... at least he dint force me to smell his burps...

Dis one actually played hokkien songs VERI LOUDLY okie!

Wah lau... It's 2+am in the morning, and he's blasting away wif hokkien songs???!!! Luckily it's only a short distance, so I juz had to bear wif it for a few minutes...

But seriously, I swear, if a person listens to tat kinda volume for a long period, he'll surely damage his ear drums n go deaf... When I got out of his cab, I felt my eardrums pounding slightly...

WTF. I dint pay u to make me deaf okie!

Be more considerate lahz uncles! U r in the service line, pls think abt the consequences of ur actions can? I know driving taxis all day long is tiring n stressful, and u nid to do sth leisure to relax urself or wadsoever... but burping gas n blasting music so goddamn loudly isnt considered as leisure to others, okie dokie?

*shudders*