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16 Bloggers Died in a Dream

Published
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krisandro
on August 8, 2008
in Entertainment and Wierd Stuffs
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KuKuNehNeh (KKNN) has this amazing ability to remember most of her dreams in vivid detail. I am always amazed whenever she recounts the events from her dreams in such details I do have other friends who has this ability and they are all female.

Coincidence?

For me, I hardly remember most of my dreams except for some that occurred when I was younger which are either too troublesome to type or too R21 to publish. Most of the time I would wake up with some memory of the dream and forget it as soon as I proceed with my daily activities.

Anyway, KKNN told me of this dream she had recently and it is so weird that I have to share it to the best of my memory.

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KKNN was out on the beach with a bunch of her friends (I asked her if I was there and she wasn’t sure. WAHAHAHAHAA). She looked out into the sea and noticed a friend was in the waters. The friend was waving back and there was a shark which was very close to her. KKNN frantically waved back to her and warned her of the shark while making all sorts of hand gestures. KKNN and her friends noticed that the tide was rising rapidly and they hurried further inshore to stay away from the water and the shark.

They came to a hole in the ground with a spiral staircase leading downwards. Ignoring the plea from her friend that it might be dangerous, KKNN made her way down the stairs and found a place that looked like a factory (Although it sounded illogical to be hiding under the ground when there is a potential flood, KKNN claimed that the place is sealed from the water).

After waiting for awhile, she knew that the danger was over and she went to the same staircase that lead upwards. A friend of hers was at the staircase and said,

“Don’t go up.”

“Why?” KKNN asked.

“A lot of people died.”

“Who?”

“16 Bloggers.”

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WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAA!!! Don’t ask me why she dreams of such stuff.


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Happy 1st Anniversary My Love!

Published
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krisandro
on August 2, 2008
in rambles
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I TYPE MANY MANY BUT MY BLOODY SITE DIED!!! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

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In short. I LOVE YOU DEEP DEEP MY DEAR KUKUNEHNEH!

Happy 1st Anniversary!

kukunehneh-krisandro

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=D

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I Can’t Sing. I Croak.

Published
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krisandro
on July 10, 2008
in My-Life
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KuKuNehNeh (KKNN) and I went out with a bunch of friends over the weekend to K-Box for a karaoke session. It’t kind of rare for me to go to a karaoke joint, simply because I cannot sing. Because of my low, sexy gruffy voice, I sound more like a frog croaking more than anything human. It also doesn’t help that almost all the mainstream singers have voices in the higher ranges.

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Mariah Carey has been said to have a glass shattering voice range that is close to 6 octaves and I guess the typical male or female singer is close to 3.5 octaves. I think I do have a respectable singing voice range or about 2 to 2.5 but the problem is that it is on the LOW end. I know that one can adjust the key at karaoke sessions but it is bloody troublesome!

I can’t sing most male songs. However, I can sing most female songs in the correct key but in the low octaves. The effect is incredibly funny when you see a hot and pretty singer on the karaoke screen mouthing the lyrics with my croaking voice in your ears.

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Weiling, KKNN and Deborah

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Me & She-Can-Sing-KKNN

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Billy “THE VOICE” & Weiling

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Victor, on the far right who is KKNN’s cousin can really sing as well!

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I used to play the guitar and sing in my own key and I did some recordings just for fun and torture my friends by sending it to them. I tweaked the audio file so that I sound like a chipmunk to reduce the amount of friends leaving me after hearing me sing.

WARNING!!! DO NOT PLAY THE SONG LOUDLY! KNOWN SIDE EFFECTS ARE QUEASINESS IN THE STOMACH AND INABILITY TO TRUST ANY MUSICS FILES ON THE INTERNET!

Listen to it at imeem if you cannot see the player above.

And since I didn’t lug a tank of helium to karaoke that day and I cannot just keep munching on the snacks, I have to find other forms of entertainment.

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kris-camwhore

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It was POSED LAR! I am not a camwhore! SERIOUS!

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Krisandro and a Blind Old Man

Published
by
krisandro
on July 2, 2008
in My-Life
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Last night, I was with KuKuNehNeh(KKNN) at Yio Chu Kang(YCK) waiting for a bus when we saw a blind old man at the front of the queue. KKNN motioned towards him and said,

“Eh Dear. That is the old man whom I helped cross the road when it was raining cats and dogs.”

“Oh! Is he nice and friendly?”

“Yup!”

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The reason why I asked if the blind man was nice is because I had times in my life when I tried to help people in need on the streets and got rejected rudely. An example was a number of years back when I saw this very old man struggling to alight from the front doors of a bus. He was trembling from the lack of strength in his legs and arms and I went ahead of him and on the road and held his arm to support. I don’t know where a weak old man with trembling limbs get his strength from but he immediately flinged my arm away and proceeded to yell at me in some dialect that I have no idea till now what it means. It was either his ego or his bad experience that didn’t want my help. I walked away.

So at YCK yesterday, I knew I might need to help this blind old man later and I made sure he is a nice guy first so that in the event that he is not, I am prepared to be floored by a blind old man. The old man got up the bus with help from an uncle and we got on as well. KKNN then proceeded to tell me that he will know exactly when to alight and true enough, immediately after the bus left the preceding bus stop, he pressed the bell.

We were alighting at the same stop and I approached him on the bus.

(All conversations are in Chinese and conveniently typed to you guys in English. Thank me all you want, but the truth is if I typed in Chinese, this post will have been ready by year 2010.)

“Uncle! You are getting down here right? Let me help you.”

“Thank you ah, young man!”

(Shiok! At this age, only an old man will call me young man. I should start making friends out of old folks.)

I supported him as he slowly made his way onto the bus stop pavement.

“Uncle ah, where you want to go? I bring you there.”

“I want to go to Blk 641. It’s around there.”

(He points at a direction and I thought he was being general and I looked at KKNN and she didn’t know where it was.)

KKNN LIVES NEARBY LOR! WAH LAU!

(I motioned for KKNN to go home first as I thought it would take some time for me to find BLK 641.)

“Uncle, let’s walk here.”

(I led him to the left.)

“No no! 641 is to the RIGHT!”

“Er… Okay…”

And true enough, Blk 641 is on the right and just behind the bus stop. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!!

Blind old man who wants to go somewhere. Young able bodied man with a girlfriend who lives in the area. Blind old man SHOWS the couple the way to get there.

fail

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I then slowly walked him back to his lift lobby and he insisted on going up himself but not before bowing his head and thanking me.

Feels good to help him and feels even better to be appreciated despite lacking in my sense of direction.

WAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAH!!

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A Tale of An Idiot and Some Nice People

Published
by
krisandro
on June 29, 2008
in My-Life and rambles
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On Saturday, Claudia held a birthday party at De Coder’s Cafe with a bunch of her friends. The plan for some of us was to adjourn to PowerHouse@St James Power Station to party the night away and make Claudia drunk enough to strip and dance on the podium. Me and KuKuNehNeh had to leave earlier from the cafe as she needed to renew her membership card.

Molemole and her friend came along with the two of us and we cabbed to St James. We got into PowerHouse and I watched the seats as the 3 of them went for a toilet break. Like any time when I am alone like that, I will usually reach for my Nokia N95 phone and use the internet for I am an ADDICT and I am PROUD OF IT!

=P

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I reached for my right jeans pocket and it wasn’t there. I checked my right and it wasn’t there. I felt a gripping sense of fear as I checked my bag to find no trace of it. I frantically checked the plastic bag that held Claudia’s birthday card and IT WASN’T THERE AS WELL!!! I frantically went through all the possible places that my phone could be and if it wasn’t a public place, I would have stripped.

I MUST HAVE DROPPED IT IN THE CAB!!!

Time seems to slow to a crawl as I waited for the 3 of them to come back as I needed one of their phones to call my phone in hope that someone would pick it up. They soon came back and I gibberish-ed the situation to them as I stormed out into the quieter smoking area to make a call. In my head I was already thinking,

“It’s a bloody NOKIA N95 8GB HANDPHONE! It will take a miracle for someone to resist the temptation of just turning my handphone off and pulling out my sim card.”

As I reached the corner of the smoking area and dialled my number, I was already prepared to hear a busy tone which will probably end up with me cursing the fella’s dick to shrivel up and drop and if it’s a woman, to have her vagina close up and develop moss.

A connecting tone was what I heard and I immediately light up as the call connected.

A man’s voice: “Hello?”

I almost screamed with hope: “HELLO!! I AM THE OWNER OF THIS PHONE!”

“Hello! Yah. I picked up your phone in the cab.”

“Thanks for picking up my call!”

In short, there was a woman and a man in the cab who was heading to their home in Bukit Merah. There offered to keep the phone for me and have me collect it from them when able but I suggested for them to pass the phone to the cab driver to have him drive it back to St James with his meter on so that I could pay him.

I AM BLOODY LUCKY I TELL YOU!

But soon, an idiot will appear. I ended the call and wanted to turn back to the tables to tell them of the good news when a St James floor manager approached me.

Idiot: “You need to walk out of the smoking area and come in via the re-entry queue.”

Me: “Huh?”

“You need to go out and come in from the re-entry queue.”

“But WHY? I am IN the smoking area and I have not stepped out. Why should I do that?”

(and he starts to replay like a broken record)

“You need to go out and come in from the re-entry queue.”

(I got pretty pissed as this point and I raised my voice)

“LOOK! I said I DID NOT EXIT THE AREA. I was standing here and MAKING A CALL. WHY should I walk OUT and RE-QUEUE?”

(He seem to be hearing me for the 1st time and mumbled sometime before he quickly walked away)

“….cause you stepped across the line….”

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SERIOUSLY. WTF???

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Anyway, despite idiots like this who have WEIRD grasp of the rules in St James, I am happy enough to be thankful to the nice and kind couple who wasn’t greedy and the cab driver, Mr Quek, who drove my handphone back and accepted an $8 payment despite the $12 meter. (His cab doesn’t accept visa and I didn’t have enough cash)

I am seriously CARELESS and BLOODY LUCKY!

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