KnockOut

That shall be our band's name. Cool aint it?
The band's knockout, and the singer .. she's a KnockOUT!... WOhoo..!!! *hiakss..*

Anyway, today finally got to lunch with Mr Subarashi Muthusamy s/o Balakrishnan.
I still remembered years back during orientation of freshies. I was the counsellor then and he was a freshie. We were in circles doing the normal introduction procedure.

He stood up and said :" My name is Paul, SOC, local, attached!"

I stood up and broke out into spleen, " Attached? WHY WHY WHY!!!" (stomping around)

Hahaha... not sure if he found that funny at that time.

Anyway, Paul's dyed his hair damn ahbeng and now he looks like Jun Yuan.
He's been a fellow shitcrapper all these years and HE is yet to claim his Pulitzer.

His first words before he even sat down revolved around why the drink stall auntie wouldnt talk to him in Chinese.

Muthu: Auntie, yi wan Chng Tng. Xie xie.

Auntie: One dollar please.

Muthu :$%^%^%#%$..

Auntie : ONE DOLLAR PLEASE.

Muthu : #$@#%$#@$

Anyway, Muthu got a Chin Chow instead. Poor poot.
Inside the bowl, there were a few dates amongst the crushed ice.
He gestured 2 oclock, muttering there was a babe across and lifted his spoonful of dates:

"Hey babe.. do you want a date? *smirk*..Or two?"

The babe didnt budge but I gave him 8/10 for effort.