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Never Travel With Krisandro and KuKuNehNeh!

The scenario is simple. The Boyfriend works at Aljunied. The Girlfriend works at Bugis. The plan was to meet up and travel together to Jurong East via the MRT and take a bus to Jurong West to have dinner at the Boyfriends place.

Simple isn’t it?

Most would have the Boyfriend travel along the East West(EW) line from Aljunied and have the Girlfriend hop on at Bugis and travel together to Jurong East MRT.

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But not so simple for the dynamic duo of Krisandro and KuKuNehNeh (KKNN).

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Through email during office hours

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Me: “Dear! Meet at City Hall MRT at the last cabin okay?”

KKNN: “Okay!”

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After work at City Hall MRT

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(I alighted the train and saw KKNN siting at the marble bench.)

Me: “Hello Dear!”

*Smooch*

KKNN: “Wah. This train so crowded. Let’s wait for the next one.”

(A few mins later….)

“This train stops at Yishun leh.”

“Yah.. then wait for the next train lor.”

(A few more mins later….)

“EH! This train also stops at YISHUN leh! So wierd.”

“Hungry liao! Just go on it first lar!”

(We board the train)

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A minute after we board the train

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KKNN: “EH DEAR!”

Me: “What?”

“We are going Jurong East right? Why are we on the North South(NS) Line?

“EH! YA HOR!”

“WAH LAU! Why YOU SO KUKU!

“WAH LAU! YOU ALSO WHAT!”

“Nevermind, we drop at Dhoby Ghaut and go back to the EW Line.”

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At City Hall MRT…….again.

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KKNN: “Hungry already lar!”

Me: “Eh! Why we alight here ah? Opposite is the EW line lar. But it goes to Pasir Ris. We should have alighted at Raffles Place.”

KKNN: “WAH LAU! WHY YOU NEVER TELL ME!”

“WAH LAU! I DID WHAT!!!”

“HUNGRY LEH!”

“Aiya, I bring you around walk walk mah… Lets walk upstairs to catch the westbound train.”

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At Jurong East…Finally.

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KKNN: “HUNGRY DEY! WANT TO FAINT ALREADY!!!”

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A simple Aljunied–> Bugis–> Jurong East trip turned into a Aljunied–> City Hall–> Dhoby Ghaut–> City Hall–> City Hall B1–> Jurong East.

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Do not, I repeat… DO NOT travel with Krisandro and KuKuNehNeh.

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Rules You All Should Know When Taking the MRT

Having a regular job now means that I am again subjecting myself to the rush hour where Singaporeans and foreigners come together and rear the ugly side of humanity. I am no angel but I think I might be be given an associate membership into the hall of saints when compared to the kinds of people I see on the train.

Without further a due, I present to you Krisandro’s list of MRT Rules.

1. When on the escalator during rush hour, either keep left or you follow the rushing passengers on the right. Don’t stall the fast lane and tempt me to grab your legs and throw you over the side.

2. When SMRT says they are increasing the number of train trips, it doesn’t mean that you can wake up later. And please don’t look at the screens telling you how long the next train is going to arrive if you have high blood pressure.

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3. If you want to get into the train cabin and you do not let the passengers in the train cabin out first, you deserve to be knocked down by a smelly, sweaty, giant man with huge man-boobs.

4. If you do not move to the center of the train, you deserve to be sodomized by a horny blue whale and wear a tag so that we understand your plight that you cannot move around much.

5. If you will not give up your seat to a pregnant lady or a senior citizen, have the courage to at least PRETEND that you are fast asleep. Stop looking at the lady’s stomach and mentally weighing it against your beer belly and deciding who has the heavier load.

6. The vertical poles in the train cabins are for passengers to hold onto with their hands. If you lean on them with your whole body, I might need to separate your left butt cheek from your right to secure a holding spot and I do not have that much Dettol to cleanse my hand afterwards.

7. If you are blasting your choice of music through your phone speakers, please make sure that your taste in music is at least accepted by 70% of the people who are within earshot. If you are not sure how you can figure that out, please purchase a device called “ear-phones”.

8. The fare you pay for travelling on the MRT entailed you to a limited space. If you need space to hold a copy of The Straits Times fully opened in front of you during peak hours, consider buying an EZ-Link card for the newspaper as well.

9. If you fart or burp in a an MRT cabin, have the courtesy to say ‘excuse me’. If you think people will get angry over it, have the habit of laughing like a hyena as soon as you fart. I can assure you that it will be more amusing than anything.

10. Do not scold me if the train is packed and I am poking your butt from behind. The one who you should scold is the one who is poking my butt. Don’t ask me to push back as well because it will seem as though I am reciprocating.

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Someone I am following on twitter also rightly pointed out that,

“Why is it called the RUSH HOUR, when everything SLOWS to a CRAWL?
(Please claim your twit as I forgot who said it..)

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Hi! You Look Like a Model!

I went to a job interview today looking all smart and professional with my white shirt, black tie and cuff-links and made my way back home via MRT. I made a pit stop at Bugis MRT because I haven’t had a bite to eat all day long and was very hungry that I could eat a whole cow.

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[Image from here]

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As I stepped on the escalator that led from the MRT station to Bugis Junctions B1, I heard a voice from my right side.

“Hi!”

I turned to face the voice and what I saw was a smartly dressed man who was probably younger than me. He then continued after getting my attention.

“Hi! My name is XXX and my company is looking for models with an executive look and I think YOU look the part!

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Right after he said that, my mind immediately had a processing failure. Krisandro has got bad acne scars, many facial moles and humongous eye-bags. KRISANDRO is NEVER associated with the word MODEL, especially when mentioned in the same sentence. Thats just like telling the beer bellied uncle at the coffee shop that he was made for modeling.

I half wanted to ask him if Mediacorp was filming the new season of Gotcha! or he had a very bad case of myopia and had forgotten to bring his glasses out. And mind you, this guy is quite good looking according to my alternate gay ego.

I had to swallow my puke from my own disgust before I can answer “What?” right at the point we reached the top of the escalator.

He immediately whipped out his namecard and passed it to me while repeating that his company is looking for executive looking models.

As I scrutinized his name card and here is the picture of it.

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His name was actually HAND WRITTEN on the card and my 1st thought was that this guy was most probably just a temp guy hired by the company to farm for business. My 2nd thought was that it may be just one of those scams where people go down to take photos to only be asked to PAY for the pictures.

He then said,

“We will pay you on the spot if you do decide to take up this offer. Can you please give me your number?”

I then did what I usually do to retain politeness while ending the sales talk.

“Sorry. I can’t give you my number. If I am interested, I will give you a call.”

“But we are looking for models URGENTLY. Can you give me your number?”

This is where many Singaporeans fail. I conducted surveys before and its amazing how easily Singaporeans give up their personal information such as full name, IC no. and address. And the same people would complain when they have telemarketers call them up to solicit for business/scams. “HOW THEY GOT MY NUMBER AH?”

*smacks head*….

I then repeated my answer to him in a polite but firm manner.

“Hey Kirin right? I really can’t give you my number, but I will call you if I am interested.”

I worked my dimples and walked away.

Harlo! No means No! Don’t think you can get my number easily hokay! If this would have been conversed on the internet, all you’ll be getting is…

KThxBye!!!

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Forget Iron Man… Meet Singapore’s Very Own Super Hero!

Tan Ah Kow is an average 24 year old Singaporean man who lived in Jurong West for all his life and is currently holding a job at a remote factory somewhere in Pasir Ris. Ah Kow may pass off as a mild mannered individual because of his geeky appearance and squeaky voice but little did everyone know that he was in fact a very angry individual.

Ah Kow was born in KK hospital like most Singaporeans and his parents were clueless to what they would name him even till the moment of childbirth. Ah Kow’s father was having such a headache to what he should name his 1st child until he looked out the window and saw a dog sitting on a patch of grass in the sun.

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[Image from Doxieone at flickr]

Ah Kow’s father ran to his wife, excited at the name he discovered for his child.

“DEAR! I KNOW ALREADY!”

“Know what? I am trying to sleep leh!”

“Sleep for what? Its NOON!”

“Dear… Imaging carrying a something in your belly till it grows to a weight of 20 pounds and the size of an American football and at the end of 9 months you need to pass out that football through your ass.”

“Okay…. I get it.”

“So what are you claiming that ‘you know’?”

“Our son! He shall be named TAN AH KOW, 陈阿狗!!!”

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Unfortunately, there were 96 new fathers surnamed ‘Tan’ who looked out the same window at the same dog that very day. So it was no surprise in this small little country that Ah Kow met 50 of those ‘Tan Ah Kows’ along the course of his life.

He felt worse than being ordinary because of his name and was contemplating suicide as he stood in the hot sun one Monday afternoon outside the factory after lunch. His colleagues have just made fun of his name and left him for desserts and Ah Kow had trouble finding his best friend’s number in his Nokia phone as his best friend was called Tan Ah Kow as well.

Scrolling through the 50 ‘Tan Ah Kows’ in his phone without a clue and feeling agitated, he let out a scream in the blistering hot sun. The sudden vent of frustration gave him a dizzy spell and he realized he was losing consciousness and soon his legs gave way and he blanked out.

Any normal human in the world could have died of heat stroke at this time, but not this Tan Ah Kow. Being Singaporean, he has drank NEWater, queued up for 8 hours for a Hello Kitty and have never tasted chewing gum before. All these factors caused a chemical reaction in his body as he fought for his life.

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Waking up to the sounds of muffled laughters from his colleagues, Ah Kow hung his head in shame as he quickly took leave from his manager and traveled back home. He felt something different as he took the train back. His senses were heightened! He could smell better, see further and he could feel strength in his body! But the most astounding ability he gained was bravery!

Like most Singaporeans, he used to just quietly mind his own business whenever he sees someone doing something socially wrong. The most he could do was just secretly take a picture of the wrong do-er and upload the picture and story to Stomp. But not now when he has BRAVERY as a special power!

With his heightened sense of smell, he detected someone farting in the train, 2 cabins away. He immediately made his way past the passengers and shouted to the man who was pretending to be engrossed in his papers and said,

“HELLO! Why you anyhow fart in MRT and never say SORRY? SAY SORRY NOW!”

“Er….. Solli! Solli!

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Ah Kow looked around at the passengers and he saw faces of amazement. Feeling pleased with himself, he continued walking through all the cabins and corrected the following.

1. A Chao Ah Beng blasting his music through his phone speakers

2. A group of NSFs who refused to give up seats to a pregnant lady and pretended to be asleep.

3. A horizontally challenged auntie who managed to have a whole pole to herself by leaning to it.

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Upon reaching Lakeside, he knocked down 10 passengers with his superhuman strength who were trying to enter the train cabin without letting people alight first.

Ah Kow hurried home with great purpose as he knows that he has to help Singapore with his newfound powers! Locking his door and sitting down at his desk, he looked at the picture of MM Lee and remembered his vision of Singapore becoming a gracious society. He vowed to shame all Singaporeans that threatened that vision and took out his sketchbook and smiled to himself as designed a logo that he would place on a costume to protect his identity.

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“BRAVE SINGAPOREAN”, Ah Kow muttered to himself as he put down the sketchbook and went to sew himself a costume.

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Unfortunately for Ah Kow, the rest of us know that “BS” means something totally different to the rest of us and it will take many years of suffering in his costume before Singaporeans accept what it really means.

[Editors note: In case you all were still scratching your heads at this entry. It is actually for Singapore Movie Fiesta and NuffNang's Singapore Superhero Blog-tastic Contest. Details here!]

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You Know It’s a Bad Time to Go Skydiving When..

You know when there are days when everything seems wrong? When luck seems to forget your existence and you start to wonder if “Murphy’s Law” was written with you in mind?

I had such a day!

Realized at 12:00am that I might miss the last bus to Yio Chu Kang MRT at 12:05am. 8O

Sprinted to the bus stop as though I am chased by a naked man with a 9″ vibrator. :o

Reached bus stop at 12:04am and felt smug. 8)

Looked at bus details and realized that last bus was actually at 12:15am. :oops:

Sat down and waited for bus for 10mins when I actually could have spend the time chasing somebody else with a 9″ vibrator. :twisted:

Saw an empty bus approaching and stopped. :o

Empty bus opened both the front and back doors for 10 seconds. :|

Empty bus closed doors and went off. :)

I burst a nut trying to not laugh in public. :lol:

I burst the other nut when I realized that ‘people down there’ might have had elections and the new ‘gahmen’ decide to make the ‘gates’ open earlier in advance. 8O

Boarded the last bus to the MRT. :)

Felt smug again. 8)

MRT got no more bus to Jurong East. :(

Mumbled to myself and walked 200m to main road to hail a cab :(

Looked back and realized that there is already a cab waiting BACK AT the MRT station entrance. :oops:

Mumbled somemore. :(

Reached home at 1:00am. :(

Decide to jog to UOB bank to deposit money. :|

After 2km, I reached the Cash Deposit Machine(CDM). :)

Felt smug again. 8)

ONLY CDM in the whole FREAKING bank is out of order. :evil:

Jogged/walked/crawled 2km back home. :roll:

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Will think twice about feeling smug again. :lol:

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