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Sunday, August 20, 2006

so finally getting my mp3 player fixed on warranty from the great chaps at creative. please never buy a product from them again. first of all their 118million bucks into debt at the moment and thats not a good thing, and secondly their things just spoil. like milk curdling. they just stop being workable all of a sudden. lastly because their customer service centre is in fucking jurong! i mean what kinda customer care is that? its jurong dammit. nobody goes there. and you have to cross a field to get there. so anyway i went there about six something and guess what apart from the people working there the entire place was empty. it was like a scene from dawn of the dead, in the shopping centre where its completely deserted. except there were less zombies, well none. so i approach the customer service desk and theres like 5 people sitting there. haahhhaahha. FIVE of them doing absolutely nothing!!! and i was like... "err hi which one is going to.. uhh service me?". realising i had just made a very bad pun in front of five strangers, the rest of the transaction was slightly awkward. but anyway their fixing it and thats a good thing.

but seriously JURONG guys (what guys?). i came from camp, which is in CHANGI? so i stood on the train all the way from tanah merah to jurong east and my friends(what friends?) that is an entire green line of mrt travel spent on your feet. and that wasnt enough, i stood all the way to city hall to meet loo lye kiang. thats like half an entire green line my friends. and at city hall it was like a human overflow, there we're people everywhere and they moved like rivers and flowed through gaps, around me like a rock in a flowing stream. there was actually an announcement, "the station is crowded. if you are not taking the train please leave the station". and it repeated every fucking 5 seconds, in my 10 minute wait for loo. holy shit i swear i was going mad, i was beginning to lip sync with it.

and that was last week, i dont know what its still doing under draft cause i meant to publish it but i guess that never happened. the dad has a blog! omg yes its true, not all old people ( sorry dad) are in on the blogger craze, but doing it in style and with a certain amount of hilarity, he has. check it out at www.arthurseat.blogspot.com .

hmmm this post was supposed to be here ages ago, so well.. here it is. not a very exciting one but better than a slap on the face with a wet fish eh.

James Barr at 12:35 PM

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