Return of the BUS BULLY and......here comes the retards.

howdy! the bus guru is back.... for more a**holic adventure. hence, i will continue to describe those irritable F**kers on the bus....here goes...

Number 6 - The STINK BUG!
Type: Buay Tahan
Description: the moment they come aboard or the moment you come close....you can smell the sourish, salty or wadeva smell u can think of. sweaty...smelly...dirty...BAWU la!! they look like rotten fish just netted from the sea of hell, with the unkempt dirty hair and clothes soaking wet with thousand yrs old sweat. don't hesitate please, press the bell and puke at the next stop if you're nice. otherwise, i dun think he smell any different if you puke on him.

Number 7 - The chocolate punksters
Type: F**K OFF la
Description: This chocolate skin punk dress like some clown from a local circus act and they will board the bus in herd just like animals hang out. And of course their brain size is small as a cow and so they thought they owned the bus. So they decide to clown around in the bus, like it's their circus stage and make a fool out of themselves. EVERYONE, and i mean ALL hate their them, but somehow i believe their pea size brain make them to slow to realise. F**K OFF la!

Number 8 - The modern bengs/lians (SGNs)
Type: F**K OFF la
Description: i believe the sony walkman phone are their choice of mobile. they simple love to 'share' their music with passengers on the bus. ya ya! those thrashy childish music and actions are disgusting. i don't think they have quite caught up with the technology of earphones/headphones yet. maybe, we can't blame them, SGNs anyway.
*For definition of SGNs please refer to previous post. In addition, people classified under SGNs may not be refering to below 21, there are some who can't seem to outgrow this phase.

Number 9 - The love birds
Type: Curse and Swear + Buay Tahan
Description: They flew on the bus as if it's written on the bus display that it's heading towards 'Love Paradise'. eh 190 ends at CCK la! i believe dearest bryan has had complaint umpteen times about the actions and behaviours of the love birds. they come in pairs and are obvious to us. but somehow everything seem oblivious to them.

Number 10 - The lost patient
Type: Buay Tahan
Description: This bunch of patient get lost while heading to IMH, so they start talking to everyone they see or cannot see to get a clue on going back. So if they start talking to you, or NO ONE beside you, help them please. give them direction and some clues on their whereabout. Buay tahan right....well better than sitting at bus-stop waiting for bus and patient point middle fingers at us and scold us vulgarity.
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Number -1(number below 0 are not bully, they are retarded) - Book Worm
Description: the bus is squeezy and everyone is trying to move in to let off some space. then she try to take out a book while moving in. after which, she starts reading while moving in, squeezing and trying to maintain her balance. even i who is sitting down feel uncomfortable. guess her brain is fried from too much reading

Number -2 - Stiletto Rocks!
Description: stiletto rocks! and i meant it literally. to all dearest ladies, i know you all love stilettos but please refrain from wearing if you know your balance is lousy and will be taking a bus. your balancing act is unglamorous and uncomfortable. trust me, yours truly, get motion sickness watching you rocking.

Number -3 - Hungry ghost
Description: i can say nothing more. they gobble food and drink on the bus like it's some posh restaurants. god damn retard. don't believe such exits, i just encounter one today. idiot.

Random generic thoughts by Bryan

Bryan is posting again.

So I've been absent. No one's missing me anyway.

Can't decide between Zouk or MoS. Life's real tough these days.

Listen to At Last by Diana Krall and Lou Rawls. Great stuff there.

Being good looking does not equate attraction..to me at least.

Starting again on t-shirt buying spree.

WOMAD is coming to town, again.

Some people know they are really dumb but persist in acting that way.

TCC's growing rather popular nowadays. Even the one at NAFA is packed.

Better start looking for other brands. Graniph's going to be the next Billabong.

GST increase is everywhere! Even my favourite Sapporo potatoe snacks have risen by 2 cents.

And not mentioning Mee Soto and Lor Mee cup noodles! Increase of 2 cents too.

Why isn't my salary increased by 2%? After all, I work in Government Schools Too.

Kazbah rocks my socks..but what is hydrosol ink though?

I'm Short, Fat and Ugly.

Random depressing thoughts... Stan

David Gemmell is dead. He died a year ago and i didn't even know.

Robert Jordan is still alive.

Suddenly i noticed how whiny and irritating i sound some times.

I think i love a girl. I don't think she has any interest in a future between us.

I have doubts. What do i know about love? More about hate.

I'm working for the money not for the enjoyment of my job.

Yet is enjoyment not self-created?

Drinking alot again alone.

I am afraid i cannot fulfill my dreams during my lifetime.

I hate myself.

I think i'm self-centered. Alot of 'I's in this post eh?

There is no ice and i am drinking my liquor warm.

This post should be renamed "I..." yet this way i can lengthen the post.

Love is only a feeling, not fading away but pointless.

My parents are returning home from the 2 weeks trip to Vietnam.

I have other things to say, but they cannot see the light of day.

Starlight, i will be chasing a starlight.
For the rest of my life...
I don't know if it's worth it anymore.

blogging

stan say "eh blog leh"
ok lor. so i decide to write something.
the past weeks have been boring. think at least for the 3 of us, the rest of the 06 maybe having a blast of their life. *shrug.
well....nothing much. meeting up for coffee is sort of the usual stuff. though nowadays we meet after work at bukit timah. crapping, discussing, laughing, smirking, lamenting, sighing, whining and... whatever.
anyway, we 3 are going phuket in august. main purposes: chill, tan, getaway.
so if u want anything we'll try to get. but on damn tight budget, judging from our accommodation and stuffs. but think we'll make the best.
yawn~~ ending a boring day with lousy thoughts hypnotizing my brain.
still....cheers people~

a glass in the urinal. some crap shit people do in club.

away for 3 days...

As usual, trip down to malaysia wasn't impressive. the bus ride was long, tedious and tiring, the view ain't scenic and definitely lack of chais wherever you go.

sad to say but it's the truth. mr. chocolote skin aint doing enough to their own country. even locals are slamming them. what's going on? i just love home.

then, i saw a interesting headlines on their newspaper. wtf! they just shoot themselves in the feet and trying to shift some blame on us. how funny. the article describes that singapore gang are organising all the crimes in JB and it's us that cause the crime rate to increase in JB. well done, neighbour. why dun you tell me how incompetent your law enforcers are. furthermore, are you trying to imply that those thieves, burglars, robbers, muggers, rapists in JB are so disorganise and lousy that they even need the Singapore ah bengs to organise. get alive!

arh well... as i was heading home. the calm, wide water caught my eyes. wah! wake! they should do something to this magnificent water and not pollute it by setting factory by the sides. maybe i can spend a little coffee money on their officials and do something to it. wake.

at least, i am back home now. where nice, new cars roam the street and clean apartment fill our land. i wont say it's a great place to all but at least i like it. home.

Signs your friend is wasted and what to do... Part One

It's a Saturday night and you're in a club with a couple friends, there to celebrate a common friend's birthday.

Lots and lots of drinks and dancing. One of your friend starts talking weird, worse if it's the birthday boy/girl. Maybe he or she isn't even talking, just standing one side quietly, waiting to strike on your new shoes.

So here i, Stanley, the expert on being drunk and dealing with drunkards offer some advice to all.

Some general advice.
Drunk friends can appear anytime, anywhere, beware and be warned.
Always have a camera handy so you can take funny photos or if possible videos of your friend being drunk and doing funny stuff.



Signs to see if your friend is drunk:
Sign: He/She starts talking with a slur and keeps calling you their buddy or keeps apologizing for no particular reason.
What to do: This is actually a good sign. Means your friend is still somewhat conscious. Careful tho, a few more drinks and said friend might start becoming silent...

Sign: After a few glasses of vodka neat or a flaming Lamborghini and a tequila shot. Your friend turns quiet. It's a bit too quiet...
What to do: Bring your friend to the washroom or prepare a plastic bag. Or you can pretend not to notice and constantly keep your distance. The best is to leave a friend or 2 between you and him/her if you're chilling by the tunnel in Zouk or hope he doesn't vomit on you while playing mahjong.

Sign: Your friend starts crying and tells you how much he/she loves you, the girl/boyfriend, parents and asks why he doesn't have their love. The mucus flies and a box of tissues ain't even enough. Puke all over the kitchen basin and lots of lots of tears. Your friend is considering suicide as an option.
What to do: Woah this is serious man! You might not be a psychologist but there are some things you can do. You can try dragging your friend to the shower, dunk him/her a couple times. Usually wakes em up. Forcing them to take a nice hot shower works too. If all else fails and your friend ends up crying and whining once again all over the table. Knock him/her out. Just do it.

unfair and unknown

"that's unfair", he exclaimed.
"nothing is fair", the teacher retort.
how true i thought. Back in primary school, my friend always grumble about being unfair. Till now, it's still so but there's nothing we can do about it. you can slog your entire life. be an honest man. polite and considerate. bloody nice like an angel on mortal earth. but somehow, life's somehow treat that asshole beside you better than any other. that's unfair. why? you ask. why? i ask. why? we ask. *shrug.

we are don't know. the more we try to seek for the answer, life and reality just give you a tighter slap across your dumb-founded face. freaking pain. oh hell yeah!
that's the unknown. everyone wonder about this, worry about that, contemplate on this, reconsider on that. damn it. damn life. just damn unfair.

shucks. life's a joke. life's a tragic. life's a happy ending. life's great. life's cool. life's about.........
it's about whatever. whatever you think, you want, you will be.

i just did a crap post. life............zzz.

Post Drought

Well it's been quite awhile since us bastards have posted...

1 word... Work.

Well it's the school holidays, civilian life means work work work and well even though it's the school holidays, people who work in schools still have to work. So basically all 3 of us are busy.

Thus... Post drought. Check back frequently, we still may post once in awhile. When we feel like it. Like right now.

The Bus Bully Part I

Today, pang the self-proclaim bus guru will reveal the different types of bus bullies that are out in the market. Those that make you curse and swear silently when you met them, those who you just want to show them the 'Finger' and ask them to F**K off the bus, those that simply make you Buay Tahaaaaan........


Number 1 - The Wailing Baby
Type: Buay Tahan
Description: They just cry, shout and scream non-stop but YOU can do NOTHING about it. For some unknown reason this type of bus bully is totally out of control. Their high-pitch scream will make deaf people feel hopeful and dog deaf. For us, we just suck our thumb cause even ipod can't save us.

Number 2 - The Atomic Head
Type: Curse and Swear silently
Description: They fall asleep the moment they sit down. then their head are filled with explosive waiting to drop on the nearest shoulder available. and YOU! are the unfortunate target. closer and closer it drop, the more u siam the lower it get. you nudge them, it stopped but the moment their eyes close it come again. *Not applicable to chais.

Number 3 - The Big Thigh
Type: Curse and Swear Silently
Description: You finally find a sit but he's a 'lil big size. No offence to bigger size people. But some just feel they deserve 2 seats! i try to push my way in... wah lao eh! but the sheer weight of their thigh simply overwhelm me. my groin are so tightly squeezed, my balls gonna pop! it feel worse than standing up.

Number 4 - This my SPOT!
Type: F**K OFF la!
Description: Hate the morning crowd when it's jam packed. However, the ride will be okay if everyone is considerate and move in. then one mother-F**ker simply scotch-taped up that spot and stand there like a statue. "EH! wtf! you doing!! move in la!!!", people in the front will suffer as they will experience the life of a can sardine in singapore.

Number 5 - The Persistent Aunty
Type: Hurry Up and F**k Off la
Description: You are resting when you can on the bus or just rushing for time. Then..."do-do-do-do-do" and again and again and again. on Bendy bus there are 6 scanners! wah lao, aunty if got problem scanning card while getting down, never mind la!!! why you have to try all the scanners, you like the sound isit??? then you bother the bus driver then try again and again. HELLO! just get off la, at most i return you that few cents you think you will lu-gi.

JUNE!

Boys and girls JUNE is here! the GSS is here....
yeah i know Singapore sales are still expensive despite claiming 'sales!' everywhere...but open your eyes big, keep your ears clean and your shopping sensor alert and you can definitely sweep up some good deals happening around you. i am no shopping guru but there's some common sensical tips available:

1. forget brandless stuffs, GSS are when huge brands start to get generous for a while. erm, size are pretty limited but for me....no worries. hahaha! i wear the smallest.

2. note the date. go ASAP. but Beware! skip the weekend. head down on a weekday afternoon, avoid the crowd and salesperson are friendlier and more willing to serve.

3. flip through magazines, newspapers and whatever free publications you can lay your hands on. coupons, adverts, and tons of retailers are trying to attract you. eh but remember to do the filtering yourself.

4. credit and debit card are in your wallet for something. credit cards have the most unbelievable deals around which you may not believe sometimes. they give...you TAKE la!!

5. i know most people like me are damn freaking poor. heck la! got good deal just buy, just take! especially mouth-watering brand! Just buy them!!!

6. Last but not least. crowd are everywhere. meaning...chais are everywhere! got chais just bio, got chance just fish. but please do keep your hands to yourself. some things are better with your other half. if you don't have the other half, suck your thumbS when shopping.

Back from HongKong, still as depressing.

After 5 days and 4 nights in Hong Kong, i'm finally back from the land which never sleeps. Damnit i have no idea what the people do there so late at night. 3am in the morning and still there are people walking around. It felt so weird last night around midnight when i reached home in my parent's car, looked around to see hardly anybody on the road. Hey maybe cos it's a Monday night right? Well them youngsters in Hong Kong apparently don't really care whatever night it is...

Well more about the trip less about my curiosity to their lifestyle. First 2 days and 1 night was spent in the Hollywood Disney Hotel, not the Disney Hotel. Quite a major difference if you ask me so take note if you ever head over there. Well yeah so i spent the majority of my first 2 days in Disneyland. Lots of taking pictures, buying stuff and eating expensive food. It was fun kinda fun tho, quite an experience. I know i've been to Disneyland America before but i don't remember the trip cos i was still young. Disney overall was quite fun, i'd rate it around 3.5/5 for all the fun time i had walking around taking pictures of practically everything and buying expensive souvenirs, hah.

After checking out from the hotel we headed down to Mong Kok to find our hostel. The first outlook of the hostel was kinda... disappointing. Well it was located in an old building, small room for 4 guys and just couldn't compare to the hotel at Disney. But hey, after the first night it became quite a cozy place to stay at. Since we already did quite abit of shopping at Disney, it was time to do alot more. After settling down in the hostel we immediately headed out for a sumptuous and cheap 'lunch' then went to Tsim Sha Tsui to walk the Avenue of Stars and catch the Symphony of Lights. Then a fast dinner and off to Temple Street and ended off at the Ladies Market which was right opposite our hostel. Well overall we spent most of the 3 days which were not in Disney running around Hong Kong eating, shopping, eating, shopping. At least we achieved what we set out to eat, woot. Kinda disappointed that i didn't really buy alot of stuff actually... And after reading one of my friend's msn nick i finally understood why i felt so depressed on the plane last night. His nick reads 'It is a rule, that after every new experience, one wakes up the next day feeling a sense of loss.' Made quite alot of sense to me and why i felt how i felt. Regrets and a tinge of sadness for all the things i missed out, the expected hype yet lack of it and overall just the little stuff.

Guess i should try to look forward to all the good stuff to come and keep the happy memories eh? Kinda hard when you're lost and yet stumbling into unchartered territories. The peaceful times and secure 'job' in the SAF is over and soon i will have my freedom back just to sell it to another. What to do i know not. Chill?

traffic.work.lunch.WA!

It can be a real torture having to haul my bloody ass out of my bed 7am in the morning everyday considering that it's school holiday. Brush my teeth with eyes half open and wake myself up with a cold shower. *shiver. Then drag my feet down to the bus stop and Miss. 190 is such a popular bitch that everyone is waiting to get on her. Turtles crawl on BKE and most of the time I am ass-on-ass with a fat guy. damn.

ZZzzzz, then i saw the puking-lion and i know life will turn for the better. Off i go as i shield my eyes against the welcoming sun! The day has started...out of fullerton underground. A taxi stopped...WA! nice legs...WA! short. WA! tight. WA! tube! WA! WA! *blink *blink. Enter Raffles Place. WAAaaaaa!

I love lunch time. I enjoy it even though i am alone all the time. The scenery is beautiful and bountiful. Do not doubt it. This freaking place thrash Orchard and Suntec in the weekend. Weekend are days when eye candies go easy and sloppy, when they are at work these candies are so nicely wrap you dun even care what they taste like. You just drool over by looking. The spicy lunch sun make them lose their blazers and jackets, add an exciting side dish of tight skirts and heels, lunch is unbelievably tasty. YUM~

C'mon down! if you have nothing better to do...grab a $1 ice-cream, sit down in the middle of the square. then the day will be of no regrets.
*Applicable to both male and female.

A review

I dare to admit that I am quite a fan of Spiderman. It was my favourite cartoon, I had spiderman comic and an album full of Spiderman collectible cards. Parker's cynicism and nonchalant attitude impress me even when I was young.

Then came the movie...1st was ok. 2nd was bad. NOW...Zzzzzzz.
Parker's cynicism was clearly missing in the 1st movie. Then he suddenly he took off his mask and annouce "HELLO NY! Spiderman is Parker and M.J. forgive my MIA cause u love me kissing u upside down" damn... it ain't suppose to be lidat. Oh ya...just in case, MJ is not Parker top choice. Gwen Stacy was Parker true 1st love who died when green goblin kidnapped her and killed her. Then came Felicia, Parker's crush and after that finally it's Mary Jane Watson. Oh yes green goblin next, Harry Osborne is not some cool looking dude as like in the movie. He's a failure, a druggie.

The character's origin totally screwed up big time and so was the plot. Half way through, I couldnt stand Maguire's acting. How did Raimi come up with the idea that the symbiote cause Parker to become horny and show off his Saturday Night Fever moves. About the symbiote, it doesnt just fall from the sky. The truth was that it came to Earth with J. Jonah Jameson's son, yes the astro that MJ almost got married to on Spiderman 2.

Damn the movie, damn Hollywood. When did Spiderman become some emo guy always crying for Aunt May and MJ. 1/5 for the movie. The only thing cool was the symbiote and venom. Please note, it just the symbiote and venom (the guy acting as Eddie Brock sucks). ARGH~

recipe for love or disaster?

1 old schoolmate/friend you haven't thought about in years, the new packaging...since there are so many rumours about that person.
1 love interest you're still not sure whether you're over or not.
2-5 of your closest friends.
80g of your fantasies, dreams and/or inspirations.
125ml of all the places you have the most intense memories of; whether good or bad.
a pinch of your current favourite songs/books/movies.
a dash of your average emotional state.
a hefty dollop of shadowy unknowns.

marinate your love interest in fantasies, dreams and/or inspiration thoroughly and leave to soak. slice the old schoolmate in small pieces and proceed to roast in your oven with shadowy unknowns and favourites on the side. after 1 hour, move the roasts and marinate into a frying pan and add your average emotional state, turning the pieces over once. stir fry until all moisture is gone, then add the closest friends and places of memory. stir intensely for 2 minutes before turning up the heat and covering the pan for 5 minutes. ingest slowly, over the period of one night.

Not again......

Damn...
Back track a few months back in Nov 2006, i post something about 4D and remember this picture...

Yes...this ticket was many months where my friend strike consolation prize after i gave her the 'OAS' to bet on after my 4D presentation. The number was 0211.

Damn again. On Nov 2006 it was consolation. BUT on this very day, 2 May 2007, 0211 came out as a top prize. When i came back from work and saw 0211 staring at me copied down by my dad, i was dumb-founded for a couple of seconds. Aaaaaaaaaa, another chance miss. And i don't think my friend bought this time around. i certainly cant believe i would see 0211 again, much less seeing it coming out as a top prize.

I think it's time i start t o trust this number. 0211. damn. u bite mi hard this time....

turning into night

After a period of rough seas and heavy rain, one would expect a rainbow shining overhead. Not for me. All I want is tranquility and sweet music.

Exams are coming in a week's time. I've only just realise how screwed this semester has been. So screwed that I have begun saving up for an unofficial fourth term. 7k wasted on this term...should have known better. Now to work towards a successful third term so that I will not officially screw myself all over.

Kids are damn amusing/fcuked up sometimes. Today I cam to know of a P5 who is crushing rather heavily on this female teacher. Ok la, she is quite pretty, the kind guys will glady take home to meet the parents. Quintessential girl next door lah. So I enquired about her lah with a couple of P6 boys. Suddenly, they start declaring that I like her! I was like, "No lah. She married already. Don't like her anyway, can't like her. Don't want to spoil a happy marriage(AS IF!!!)." "Sir, don't bluff us". " "Really, I got girlfriend(which I don't have and will not have I suppose in the near and far future)..come come, I show you."

So off I went to friendster and bedek bedek show them some pictures of my female friends la, just so to throw them off the trail(and not create gossip of me in the school). Then they turn around and say, "Sir!!! So you got girlfriend and like Miss T**."

To quote my dear friend 'oNg': NABEIZ JIB*E!!! Si ginna, don't talk so much LPJW lah. KNN... Of course not out loud la, I still want to eat rice leh.

Why am I so not like them when I was young??? Or was I?

Oh, and to those who frequent this piece of crap blog, do keep 16/05/07 free. Cause we are gonna Mambo. And you better follow the Jumbo. With us. Chais only.

Actually not chai also can. Just come la, cause Xuxian opening bottle! Hahahah!

on holiday!

First, I got to say that I am really enjoying my holidays at the moment.
the past week has been great. and many ntu and nus friends maybe hating me at the moment.
waking up late, watching every single of my fav tv shows, dota all day, lazing all day is simply too too too great at the moment. Damn~ life never feels so good. while blogging this post, i am watching MSU2007, that Jessica Tan is smoking my eyes. phew~
at the same time, federer and nadal is having yet another showdown at the final of Monte Carlo. this is damn cool.
Reality check! (darn.)
ok yes i have to find a job this week. i'll stop being fussy and grab any that come to me, at least one with a ok pay. i realise wakeboarding is too addictive to stop, i have to do it every week. well, i am not so lucky, as some of my friends actually got sponsor to wake. arh well, life's great but seldom fair. but that's ok eh~
anyway cheers to holidays! a deserved and beautiful season where everyone celebrate. until then, i shall wait to feel the wonderful tile of 9 strokes.

Tears for the departed.

I just received news that an online friend of mine, of around 8-9 years, has passed away.

Her nick was Demorea, her name was Mara.

Not only did she teach me the ways of the game but she taught me the ways of life too.

Damn cancer.

I never met her in real life, neither did i speak to her through a phone.

She never told me about her condition, or maybe cos i didn't have a chance to speak to her for over a year or so.

She was a true friend like all of my 'online friends' who did not care how i looked but cared for what i was.

Now i regret. For not talking to her, not telling her how much i missed talking to her, not telling her how much i loved her as a friend and mentor before she left.

Now i drink. To her memory which will live on forever within me and all her friends.

Now i mourn. For she has left and the world is lacking in one beautiful person who made a difference.

I have not shed tears for a very long time, but now they fall for a true friend which i will never forget.

This night i mourn.

My life will never be the same again.

In loving memory of Demorea/Mara, mentor and friend. You shall be remembered forever.
Love Stanley a.k.a Mil

wah lao eh~~

wah lao eh! finally, all the ordeals seemed to be over. my exam has finally ended (not so for ntu and nus), stan mounting his last 2 wks of duty and bryan....erm wanking his 360 hard as usual (pun and everything included).

So it's means reward time...Yes! BBQ time. Well, the turnout was bad as many bastards are still having exams and many of stan's and bryan's friends decide to turn pilot and put aeroplane.

the pit!

goosing around

funky, monkey ipod

pool side - del mar style

still, with the good food, drinks, and music! it's the ALMOST perfect combination. yes, almost the perfect combination. from the picture you can see what's the one last crucial factors that's missing. ya, we still seriously lack chais. Damn it...but still cheers for bbq!

musically

Have you ever heard a song on the radio, the internet, your mp3 player on random and had memories flooding back? The song that makes you remember of events, the song that makes you think of someone. The favourite song which you won't forget as it represents so much,the attainble, the anguish, the pain, that gushy moment...

I was playing my iPod nano on random, a couple of songs hit. Boy, did those memories came back. Those songs...

Dying Inside to Hold You by Timmy Thomas: Reminded me of that time in JC, when I kinda really liked this girl. And this song played when we were having lunch at Black Canyon Coffee. And things...blahhhhhhhh, whatever...

Brighter Than Sunshine by Aqualung: Pre-armaggedon period regarding the above mentioned JC period.

What Can I Do by The Corrs: Post armaggedon period regarding the above mentioned JC period.

Lost in Emotion by Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam: My first ever Mambo Night song! Woot woot~~

Gasolina by Daddy Yankee: Impact song in Phuture. Woot woot woo~~

Majullah Singapura by ????: First piece of music heard upon arrival on Pulau Tekong.

Say Hello by Deep Dish: One of the favourites on non Hip-Hop R&B nights out.

And finally...

Good Morning, Teacher! by Aiyoyo Lao Shi: Don't deny this song is an impact playa!!!

So, what's your music memory?