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Sunday, July 31, 2005
I always ponder for a moment why Singapore has a unreasonably high unemployment rate. i just can't find the link with unemployment and what my eyes see. i have 'four' eyes, yes i know,but i'm not totally blind. i can see, you see. I hope with my recommendations below, you will understand better why the unemployment rate in Sinagpore shouldn't be as high as it is now.
Fact #1: Singaporeans are good diggers.
They sure are! i just passed by this Metro outlet in town lately and I saw these few ladies choosing shirts from this stack of clothes being laid out in front of them. the thing is that they can't put the clothes that they didn't want or that were not of their size nicely aside. instead, they went into this 'frenzy mode' whereby they would throw the 'unwanted' clothes to their sides and dig deeper and deeper and deeper into the pile.
perhaps the spirit of 'kiasuism' is too deeply rooted in them. they were not alone either, there are 'competitors' too. fire has to be fought with fire, right? so there you go... pushing others aside and claming the entire space to yourselves. when people say that you'r fat, you deny. sometimes, people don't really mean what they actually say. so, check yourself before you digest their words. it's either you're invading their space or you are, sadly, really fat.
eh, i heard some mumbling from the men's side there. they're complaining that they don't go shopping as often as the ladies. thus, they're losing out in the digging sector of the 'industry'. well, that's a pretty sad fact right? there's no shortcut to success guys, haven't you heard enough already? it's either you start moving your asses off those kopitiam seats or you can just stay put and continue digging... your nose in public.
Fact #2: Singaporeans can be very good Olympians, can be...
Well, the government has provided world-class facilities here. it's up to you to make the difference, really! for the pole vault, you can use the long bamboo poles for practise. the discuss throw, train harder on your 'killer-littering'. the weights shouldn't pose any problems to the guys; they have been practising for so long by carrying their spouses' shopping bags, handbags and don't-know-what-other-bags. they are just acting gentlemanly in front of ladies. jot this down in your already-very-long-list-of-what-to-gossip-next.
did i mention that the 15,000 KM is "chicken feet" for Singaporeans? expect the ladies to conquer this event for they can cover the total distance in one day. Yeah, we'll be the last as the rest of the participants only took around 1 or 2 hours plus? but credit to the ladies! they have no running shoes, albeit the presence of stilettoes though! and they need to saunter and flaunt especially if the event is held on a weekend. people all over the world are looking! who doesn't want to be famous for the day?!?! get your logic right - if you win a medal, you'll be more famous than our Dim Sum Dollies.
complaining why no pay ah? sure have one... for all your hard work, you'll be rewarded 1 million bucks, 500, 000 bucks and 250, 000 bucks for getting the gold, silver and bronze award respectively. oh, did i mention that's excluding GST but without the CPF cut, not including your Medishield and Medisave savings? What about your income taxes and overdued PUB and TELCOM bills? the final amount received really depends on the indiviual itself. try your luck on this job if you really want to find out what your rewards are like.
Fact #3: Singaporeans make good debaters
"Complain, complain, complain!" That's what we do best, be it verbally or in written form. We have public forums and discussion boards everywhere. Based on my low IQ, Straits Times has it, The New Paper got one, Berita Harian has too. you shouldn't count out those newsletters distributed by your RCs and not forgetting the feedback forms that you give to numerous companies. If you're saying that I AM complaining right now, go ahead. That's what we always do best, unknowingly most of the time.
you ever realised that your feedbacks aren't mostly consturctive? "your food sucks!" "i hate the service here. very slow!" "your product doesnt' work even after 6 months of trying!" and with these comments from you, you expect to be given a reasonable explanation. how to!?!? the real problem isn't even identified! and the telephone operators that deals with customer service? oh i pity them. i salute them rather. they have been tolerating the blaring voices of our fellow citizens for quite some time now.
but despite all our numerous practices, we stil can't make the cut to be one of the best. why? well, i'm not saying that our vocabulary is limited but it is! just look at this entry of mine! (if you consider it as complaining.) how many words seem alien to you? how many words actually need the aid of Mr. Dict. for them to be clear? i don't wanna blame our 'Singlish' for our downfall in the English language but that's how it is now!
pick your job. stop making any more quabbles. i designed these jobs to suit the masses. no qualifications or any experience required. call me now for further details.
Fact #1: Singaporeans are good diggers.
They sure are! i just passed by this Metro outlet in town lately and I saw these few ladies choosing shirts from this stack of clothes being laid out in front of them. the thing is that they can't put the clothes that they didn't want or that were not of their size nicely aside. instead, they went into this 'frenzy mode' whereby they would throw the 'unwanted' clothes to their sides and dig deeper and deeper and deeper into the pile.
perhaps the spirit of 'kiasuism' is too deeply rooted in them. they were not alone either, there are 'competitors' too. fire has to be fought with fire, right? so there you go... pushing others aside and claming the entire space to yourselves. when people say that you'r fat, you deny. sometimes, people don't really mean what they actually say. so, check yourself before you digest their words. it's either you're invading their space or you are, sadly, really fat.
eh, i heard some mumbling from the men's side there. they're complaining that they don't go shopping as often as the ladies. thus, they're losing out in the digging sector of the 'industry'. well, that's a pretty sad fact right? there's no shortcut to success guys, haven't you heard enough already? it's either you start moving your asses off those kopitiam seats or you can just stay put and continue digging... your nose in public.
Fact #2: Singaporeans can be very good Olympians, can be...
Well, the government has provided world-class facilities here. it's up to you to make the difference, really! for the pole vault, you can use the long bamboo poles for practise. the discuss throw, train harder on your 'killer-littering'. the weights shouldn't pose any problems to the guys; they have been practising for so long by carrying their spouses' shopping bags, handbags and don't-know-what-other-bags. they are just acting gentlemanly in front of ladies. jot this down in your already-very-long-list-of-what-to-gossip-next.
did i mention that the 15,000 KM is "chicken feet" for Singaporeans? expect the ladies to conquer this event for they can cover the total distance in one day. Yeah, we'll be the last as the rest of the participants only took around 1 or 2 hours plus? but credit to the ladies! they have no running shoes, albeit the presence of stilettoes though! and they need to saunter and flaunt especially if the event is held on a weekend. people all over the world are looking! who doesn't want to be famous for the day?!?! get your logic right - if you win a medal, you'll be more famous than our Dim Sum Dollies.
complaining why no pay ah? sure have one... for all your hard work, you'll be rewarded 1 million bucks, 500, 000 bucks and 250, 000 bucks for getting the gold, silver and bronze award respectively. oh, did i mention that's excluding GST but without the CPF cut, not including your Medishield and Medisave savings? What about your income taxes and overdued PUB and TELCOM bills? the final amount received really depends on the indiviual itself. try your luck on this job if you really want to find out what your rewards are like.
Fact #3: Singaporeans make good debaters
"Complain, complain, complain!" That's what we do best, be it verbally or in written form. We have public forums and discussion boards everywhere. Based on my low IQ, Straits Times has it, The New Paper got one, Berita Harian has too. you shouldn't count out those newsletters distributed by your RCs and not forgetting the feedback forms that you give to numerous companies. If you're saying that I AM complaining right now, go ahead. That's what we always do best, unknowingly most of the time.
you ever realised that your feedbacks aren't mostly consturctive? "your food sucks!" "i hate the service here. very slow!" "your product doesnt' work even after 6 months of trying!" and with these comments from you, you expect to be given a reasonable explanation. how to!?!? the real problem isn't even identified! and the telephone operators that deals with customer service? oh i pity them. i salute them rather. they have been tolerating the blaring voices of our fellow citizens for quite some time now.
but despite all our numerous practices, we stil can't make the cut to be one of the best. why? well, i'm not saying that our vocabulary is limited but it is! just look at this entry of mine! (if you consider it as complaining.) how many words seem alien to you? how many words actually need the aid of Mr. Dict. for them to be clear? i don't wanna blame our 'Singlish' for our downfall in the English language but that's how it is now!
pick your job. stop making any more quabbles. i designed these jobs to suit the masses. no qualifications or any experience required. call me now for further details.
Friday, July 29, 2005
Biking suddenly seems to fun to me, especially after the experience of night biking during my chalet in Pasir Ris. I do miss the times whereby I would ride a bike (not my own though, i can't afford one!) with my friends around the neighbourhood every weekend during my primary school days. soon, we found ourselves venturing into new routes - along expressways and into new areas of AMK that we didn't know they existed at that time.
it's darn cool and fun to be riding at top speeds, having the wind breeze across your face. and best of all, you're not alone. with friends as your companion, it had always been a great time whenever we go biking together. but all that seemed to stop when each of us slowly progressed into another stage of our lives.
no more playing soccer in the void decks, no more biking on weekends. somehow, we feel that we each have our own way to go and our own timetable to follow. it's kinda irritating to have someone missing from our cliche of friends whenever we have somwthing planned out. furthermore, few of us started to part ways in which we can only communicate through telephone cables; by moving house of course.
so guys being guys, we don't usually hog the phones for hours, talking to each other. it's kinda weird, i wouldn't say it's kinda sissy though I am resisiting it. it's just that we prefer to hand around at void decks and playgrounds and have our chit-chat sessions. i swear the longest conversation ever had at that time was when I had to wait for my friend to finish his small business halfway through my "proposal" for him to meet up with the rest of the guys at the void deck. the rest had always gone like this :
Me: "hey, today 1.30 can make it or not ah?"
Friend: "1.30 ah? ok, set."
1330 on saturdays had always been our auspicious time of the week i should say. it was almost telephatic among us that we don't need to be draggy about what we'll be doing when we meet at 1330. soccer had always been our passion and after which we'll be playing games like "block catching", "rounders", "ali-pom" at the void deck and "three blind mice" and "catching" at the playground. of course we did went for biking, but only if our legs can still pedal the distance that we planned to cover.
i know i've digressed into my childhood, pardon me. i can't help it though, haha! my friends and I formed such a big group that we can almost make a football team - complete with reserves! it is so coincedental that we live so near each other; only a one or two blocks away. we got to know people who we didn't know existed or had the same interests as us.
i don't know if we are popular among the residents at that time but we are notorious for sure. we kept having the RC people coming down to warn us not to play soccer at the void deck as it's causing inconvenience to the residents, especially those on the 2nd floor! then police started to patrol the area much more frequently. but who cares! we can't let them deprive us of our childhood!
now as i looked at my void deck, the feeling of deja vu came back to me. pictures of my childhood filled up the emptiness of my void deck everytime i passed by it. the playground. toddlers fill up the spaces as usual, unlike my time whereby even the "grown-ups" act like innocent little children.
currently, there's a small bunch of small kids who i always see playing soccer together. but i bet, with all my money in my account, that they can never surpass my generation. they will never have as many friends, who are their neighbours after all, as I did. they will never get to experience as much fun as what i had gone through. i'm trying my best not to be big-headed here but the "Golden Generation" is gone. everyone has grown up into fulfilling their own passion and dreams.
children now are behaving more materialistically than ever. spending money on such expensive gadgets that they'll eventually get tired of. and their parents? kept bowing down to their kids' demands. no wonder kids are starting to believe in fairytales like the genie in the lamp in story of Aladdin.
for 17 years i have stuck in the same neighbourhood and i have never gone weary of it. in fact, i've grown into it that it has such sentimental value for me. "back to the main point", i should say a big thank you to Elf for rekindling my childhood interest that have been lost for such a long time in me. speaking of which i'd love to learn how to skate now. in-line skating that is. skateboarding is pretty much a secondary interest to me currently. is it too late join skating as a CCA now? i really don't know. maybe i should just give a shot at it....?
it's darn cool and fun to be riding at top speeds, having the wind breeze across your face. and best of all, you're not alone. with friends as your companion, it had always been a great time whenever we go biking together. but all that seemed to stop when each of us slowly progressed into another stage of our lives.
no more playing soccer in the void decks, no more biking on weekends. somehow, we feel that we each have our own way to go and our own timetable to follow. it's kinda irritating to have someone missing from our cliche of friends whenever we have somwthing planned out. furthermore, few of us started to part ways in which we can only communicate through telephone cables; by moving house of course.
so guys being guys, we don't usually hog the phones for hours, talking to each other. it's kinda weird, i wouldn't say it's kinda sissy though I am resisiting it. it's just that we prefer to hand around at void decks and playgrounds and have our chit-chat sessions. i swear the longest conversation ever had at that time was when I had to wait for my friend to finish his small business halfway through my "proposal" for him to meet up with the rest of the guys at the void deck. the rest had always gone like this :
Me: "hey, today 1.30 can make it or not ah?"
Friend: "1.30 ah? ok, set."
1330 on saturdays had always been our auspicious time of the week i should say. it was almost telephatic among us that we don't need to be draggy about what we'll be doing when we meet at 1330. soccer had always been our passion and after which we'll be playing games like "block catching", "rounders", "ali-pom" at the void deck and "three blind mice" and "catching" at the playground. of course we did went for biking, but only if our legs can still pedal the distance that we planned to cover.
i know i've digressed into my childhood, pardon me. i can't help it though, haha! my friends and I formed such a big group that we can almost make a football team - complete with reserves! it is so coincedental that we live so near each other; only a one or two blocks away. we got to know people who we didn't know existed or had the same interests as us.
i don't know if we are popular among the residents at that time but we are notorious for sure. we kept having the RC people coming down to warn us not to play soccer at the void deck as it's causing inconvenience to the residents, especially those on the 2nd floor! then police started to patrol the area much more frequently. but who cares! we can't let them deprive us of our childhood!
now as i looked at my void deck, the feeling of deja vu came back to me. pictures of my childhood filled up the emptiness of my void deck everytime i passed by it. the playground. toddlers fill up the spaces as usual, unlike my time whereby even the "grown-ups" act like innocent little children.
currently, there's a small bunch of small kids who i always see playing soccer together. but i bet, with all my money in my account, that they can never surpass my generation. they will never have as many friends, who are their neighbours after all, as I did. they will never get to experience as much fun as what i had gone through. i'm trying my best not to be big-headed here but the "Golden Generation" is gone. everyone has grown up into fulfilling their own passion and dreams.
children now are behaving more materialistically than ever. spending money on such expensive gadgets that they'll eventually get tired of. and their parents? kept bowing down to their kids' demands. no wonder kids are starting to believe in fairytales like the genie in the lamp in story of Aladdin.
for 17 years i have stuck in the same neighbourhood and i have never gone weary of it. in fact, i've grown into it that it has such sentimental value for me. "back to the main point", i should say a big thank you to Elf for rekindling my childhood interest that have been lost for such a long time in me. speaking of which i'd love to learn how to skate now. in-line skating that is. skateboarding is pretty much a secondary interest to me currently. is it too late join skating as a CCA now? i really don't know. maybe i should just give a shot at it....?
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Which one of these two scenarios is worse than the other, you decide:
To step on/ burn/ tear the national flag
OR
To use the national flags as a form of decoration. you know, whereby the phrase "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" and "40" is made up using the Singapore flags?
"KNN! of course the first one lah! show no respect at all!"
before you get enraged even further, i suggest you go to your common corridor and check if you have hanged the Singapore flag. 'cause if you haven't done so, you're no better than those people that are categorised under the first option - showing no respect to the nation at all.
OR
To use the national flags as a form of decoration. you know, whereby the phrase "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" and "40" is made up using the Singapore flags?
"KNN! of course the first one lah! show no respect at all!"
before you get enraged even further, i suggest you go to your common corridor and check if you have hanged the Singapore flag. 'cause if you haven't done so, you're no better than those people that are categorised under the first option - showing no respect to the nation at all.
(Hello people, if you think singing a 'Happy Birthday' song to Singapore is dumb, the very least you can do is to show that you're celebrating its birthday right? the 'present' is easily available in stores and marts and costs less than 3 bucks. must we really adopt a culture of complaining?)
oh you have hanged it up even before you flipped the calendar to the month of August, you say? i'm so sorry to have hurt your ego. but are you sure it's facing the right direction and not inverted - vertically especially?
i don't mean to have any personal attacks or whatsoever, neither am i trying to stereotype but the attitude that Singaporeans display towards this national flag really sucks; it turns me off completely. the first time i saw any kind decorative purposes done using the state flags was when i was in bus no. 88, on my way to J8. the word 'creativity' only flashed in my mind once but the phrase "oh please, get a life...", i lost count of it. the national flags were used to make the number '40' and hung up somewhere visible to many. i thought that was the worse but i was totally wrong!
oh you have hanged it up even before you flipped the calendar to the month of August, you say? i'm so sorry to have hurt your ego. but are you sure it's facing the right direction and not inverted - vertically especially?
i don't mean to have any personal attacks or whatsoever, neither am i trying to stereotype but the attitude that Singaporeans display towards this national flag really sucks; it turns me off completely. the first time i saw any kind decorative purposes done using the state flags was when i was in bus no. 88, on my way to J8. the word 'creativity' only flashed in my mind once but the phrase "oh please, get a life...", i lost count of it. the national flags were used to make the number '40' and hung up somewhere visible to many. i thought that was the worse but i was totally wrong!
as i was going back today from Pasir Ris, aboard the bus no. 88 ( yeah, yet again. i don't know if there's a link here...), there was this beautiful piece of artwork that nearly made me go "whoa..." but as i said, it NEARLY made me go that way. the limitation was, once again, the use of numerous state flags to make this huge sign that reads "HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE"
it would be romantic if your partner wishes to you in such a 'big' way. but what if he did it by making use of all your clothes in your wardrobe? would you rather acknowledge it or throw your best knowledge of vulgarities right onto his face for embarassing you?
Singaporeans have already done plastic surgery on Singapore to make it a better place to live in, or rather a BIGGER place to reside. This time round, I think it deserves a much better present from its citizens for its 40th birthday. Something not as cliche as acknowledging its big day by using flags to inform everyone of the special day. i mean, who doesn't know that August 9 is our nation's birthday? spare a thought for the toddlers of course and those who consider yourself as foreigners, be it whether you sincerely are or not.
yet another sad reality that i've got to face in my life.
Sunday, July 24, 2005
my girlfriend has sharp eyes. she really does. she claims that she can see things from the corner of her eyes( whoa...) and can spot every single detail that looks out of place on a certain item (really...?). well, she's human of course. i wouldn't want a robotic one, it's not gonna be fun... you know?
well this time round, i really gotta give in to her. we went in to this Sheng Siong shop in AMK and saw this 'Kickapoo' bottle stacked in the shelves. i obviously was taken aback when she suddenly burst out into giggles. what karma does the shop has to make her laugh out of nowhere?
"Kickapoo... HAHAHA!"
"What...? What's so funny about that? I don't get you..."
"Kick-a-poo. Get it?"
i've been into NTUC Fairprice, Giant, Carrefour, Shop & Save and not forgetting the "legendary" mama shops, never have i realised this fact. am i stupid, dumb or just blind? all these years, i passed by these 'Kickapoo' bottles and maybe even took a sip of the drink. yet, it took my girlfriend's eyes to knock some sense into me about this 'Kickapoo' drink.
which then makes me ponder for a moment. the Singapore government cencors explicit contents from the media, which immediately denies me from expanding my oh-so-small mind. the interesting and informative magazines and see-no-touch drama serials and were all barred from being aired in here BUT an innocent drink by the name of 'Kickapoo' was allowed for sales, in our home soil. oh wait, is it because i mentioned it was just an innocent drink? or was it because it was MERELY a drink? no big deal right...
OR was it because the 3 words were joined together. so smart of the inventors of this drink, or more precisely those involved in branding it. if it was to be 'Kick-a-poo', i bet it will be banned even before the distributors can take the bottles out of the boxes. which then again makes me ponder for a moment.
can a brand be accepted even if it has explicit contents in one way or another? if it does have, i can simply combine the words altogether and it'll become a meaningless word right? EUREKA!
I've already thought of some brands despite the absence of the products that can go with them. but who cares? a reality always happen with the ignition of an idea. so here's the list that i've came up with:
"fuckthatshit"
"lickmydick"
"kissmyass"
"myballsarehairy"
"whathefuck"
okay, i knew they all vulgar. but what makes you think "kickapoo" isn't? maybe it's only of a lower degree of vulgarness. so what???
if 'Kickapoo' does get kicked out (pun totally unintended), i suggest you guys to come back with a bang with this brand:
"getalife"
well this time round, i really gotta give in to her. we went in to this Sheng Siong shop in AMK and saw this 'Kickapoo' bottle stacked in the shelves. i obviously was taken aback when she suddenly burst out into giggles. what karma does the shop has to make her laugh out of nowhere?
"Kickapoo... HAHAHA!"
"What...? What's so funny about that? I don't get you..."
"Kick-a-poo. Get it?"
i've been into NTUC Fairprice, Giant, Carrefour, Shop & Save and not forgetting the "legendary" mama shops, never have i realised this fact. am i stupid, dumb or just blind? all these years, i passed by these 'Kickapoo' bottles and maybe even took a sip of the drink. yet, it took my girlfriend's eyes to knock some sense into me about this 'Kickapoo' drink.
which then makes me ponder for a moment. the Singapore government cencors explicit contents from the media, which immediately denies me from expanding my oh-so-small mind. the interesting and informative magazines and see-no-touch drama serials and were all barred from being aired in here BUT an innocent drink by the name of 'Kickapoo' was allowed for sales, in our home soil. oh wait, is it because i mentioned it was just an innocent drink? or was it because it was MERELY a drink? no big deal right...
OR was it because the 3 words were joined together. so smart of the inventors of this drink, or more precisely those involved in branding it. if it was to be 'Kick-a-poo', i bet it will be banned even before the distributors can take the bottles out of the boxes. which then again makes me ponder for a moment.
can a brand be accepted even if it has explicit contents in one way or another? if it does have, i can simply combine the words altogether and it'll become a meaningless word right? EUREKA!
I've already thought of some brands despite the absence of the products that can go with them. but who cares? a reality always happen with the ignition of an idea. so here's the list that i've came up with:
"fuckthatshit"
"lickmydick"
"kissmyass"
"myballsarehairy"
"whathefuck"
okay, i knew they all vulgar. but what makes you think "kickapoo" isn't? maybe it's only of a lower degree of vulgarness. so what???
if 'Kickapoo' does get kicked out (pun totally unintended), i suggest you guys to come back with a bang with this brand:
"getalife"
Friday, July 22, 2005
Yippie! The holidays are here! I know it's kinda weird for me to say this when you can see no columns in your calender highlighted in yellow. HAHA! but for once, please let me be a little bit evil alright...
"THAT'S SO SECONDARY SCHOOL!!!"
okay back down to earth. this break will only last for a week. but hey! i'll be having a chalet during this short break! i hope everything will go well - people enjoying themselves, being bonded closer together and getting a break from the stressful times in school! you see, even before we get to enjoy this break, our lecturers are consntantly bugging us with these kind of remarks...
"The holidays are not for you to enjoy. it's for you to catch up with your projects and assignments. you can take a break but do not slacken..."
alright, point taken. who says poly life isn't stressful ah? so don't put us below JC students and above ITE peeps, people. get your sense of equality right. correct that misconception of yours that is so... "yesterday".
speaking of stressful, i feel that the want to have the highest qualification here is simply too stressful. so stressful that can have the ability to alter your biological system - you sleep in the day and study in the night.
"of course lah, you ass! after school, you need to do your homework and revise, right? and by that time the moon is already high in the sky. it will be past midnight when i finish all my school stuff. sleep only for a few hours need to wake up to go for school already. use your brain lah bro!"
wah, it must have been the common response among many of those lofty visionaries out there. well, i must say that it's pretty relevant. yet, i wanna remind these "people" that, along the course of pursuing your aspirations, please don't trouble the life of others. please...
i nearly got traumatised by these "people". that was till i decided to make the move so that the worst case scenario won't happen at all. in case you're wondering what bullshit i'm blabbering about, here's the experience that almost, so near yet so far, made me a different person altogether....
i was halfway through my journey home in that 74 bus once more, relinquishing the prospect of the week-long break that I've been dreading for, when the bus stopped at a certain stop whereby there's a lot of this-high-end secondary-school students in sight. everything was normal as this boy (at least that's what i see him as in my eyes!) came to take up the empty seat beside me.
everything went abnormal for me after that.
he then drop dead and went to "heaven"; his dreamland i mean. i don't know if he was riding a roller coaster when he was in "heaven" but through his actions back in reality, it seems as if he was! his head was constantly jerking to the left... right... front... and then "DUM!"
his head knocked onto the pole and almost immediately, he was "revived". but it didn't take him long to be "dead" once more. this time round, i guessed he was in a romantic scene whereby he rested his head onto his god-knows-who girlfriend.
BECAUSE HE DID THAT VERY SAME ACTION ON ME! IN THE BUS! IN FRONT OF DON"T KNOW HOW MANY PAIRS OF EYES! YOU KNOW... IN PUBLIC!
Man! I was disgusted! for goodness sake, it's a guy who's doing that! (did i say that i don't mind if it's a girl, indirectly? haha! "guys will always be guys," echoed the feminine world.) and guess what, budging my shoulder intensively wasn't the solution to this problem! bloody hell! the other passengers must have thought that i was having spasms at that time. instead, i had to execute my "finishing move" which was 'the tickle'. only then did he realise his actions, only to continue sleeping without apologising, this time jerking his head towards the aisle.
what the hell. i was actually wide awake all the while; i only closed my eyes to prevent from straing directly into the eyes of curious onlookers. luckily i was able to listen to my discman at the point of "attack", for i can hear no evil that may damage my already-broken ego.
and guess what? i actually stopped a few stops from my actual stop and walked back home from there. i had to make my move. it was the best time. i couldn't afford to take in anymore damage that can make me lose my dignity and pride. he was wide awake anyway, i don't know why.
i should thank my lucky stars for the divine intervention. yet, i should curse them for this damn bloody bad experience.
note: to hardcore study-maniacs out there, i have one piece of advice. "don't study hard, study smart." only then will you not trouble the rest of the population with your ridiculous antics. roger?
"THAT'S SO SECONDARY SCHOOL!!!"
okay back down to earth. this break will only last for a week. but hey! i'll be having a chalet during this short break! i hope everything will go well - people enjoying themselves, being bonded closer together and getting a break from the stressful times in school! you see, even before we get to enjoy this break, our lecturers are consntantly bugging us with these kind of remarks...
"The holidays are not for you to enjoy. it's for you to catch up with your projects and assignments. you can take a break but do not slacken..."
alright, point taken. who says poly life isn't stressful ah? so don't put us below JC students and above ITE peeps, people. get your sense of equality right. correct that misconception of yours that is so... "yesterday".
speaking of stressful, i feel that the want to have the highest qualification here is simply too stressful. so stressful that can have the ability to alter your biological system - you sleep in the day and study in the night.
"of course lah, you ass! after school, you need to do your homework and revise, right? and by that time the moon is already high in the sky. it will be past midnight when i finish all my school stuff. sleep only for a few hours need to wake up to go for school already. use your brain lah bro!"
wah, it must have been the common response among many of those lofty visionaries out there. well, i must say that it's pretty relevant. yet, i wanna remind these "people" that, along the course of pursuing your aspirations, please don't trouble the life of others. please...
i nearly got traumatised by these "people". that was till i decided to make the move so that the worst case scenario won't happen at all. in case you're wondering what bullshit i'm blabbering about, here's the experience that almost, so near yet so far, made me a different person altogether....
i was halfway through my journey home in that 74 bus once more, relinquishing the prospect of the week-long break that I've been dreading for, when the bus stopped at a certain stop whereby there's a lot of this-high-end secondary-school students in sight. everything was normal as this boy (at least that's what i see him as in my eyes!) came to take up the empty seat beside me.
everything went abnormal for me after that.
he then drop dead and went to "heaven"; his dreamland i mean. i don't know if he was riding a roller coaster when he was in "heaven" but through his actions back in reality, it seems as if he was! his head was constantly jerking to the left... right... front... and then "DUM!"
his head knocked onto the pole and almost immediately, he was "revived". but it didn't take him long to be "dead" once more. this time round, i guessed he was in a romantic scene whereby he rested his head onto his god-knows-who girlfriend.
BECAUSE HE DID THAT VERY SAME ACTION ON ME! IN THE BUS! IN FRONT OF DON"T KNOW HOW MANY PAIRS OF EYES! YOU KNOW... IN PUBLIC!
Man! I was disgusted! for goodness sake, it's a guy who's doing that! (did i say that i don't mind if it's a girl, indirectly? haha! "guys will always be guys," echoed the feminine world.) and guess what, budging my shoulder intensively wasn't the solution to this problem! bloody hell! the other passengers must have thought that i was having spasms at that time. instead, i had to execute my "finishing move" which was 'the tickle'. only then did he realise his actions, only to continue sleeping without apologising, this time jerking his head towards the aisle.
what the hell. i was actually wide awake all the while; i only closed my eyes to prevent from straing directly into the eyes of curious onlookers. luckily i was able to listen to my discman at the point of "attack", for i can hear no evil that may damage my already-broken ego.
and guess what? i actually stopped a few stops from my actual stop and walked back home from there. i had to make my move. it was the best time. i couldn't afford to take in anymore damage that can make me lose my dignity and pride. he was wide awake anyway, i don't know why.
i should thank my lucky stars for the divine intervention. yet, i should curse them for this damn bloody bad experience.
note: to hardcore study-maniacs out there, i have one piece of advice. "don't study hard, study smart." only then will you not trouble the rest of the population with your ridiculous antics. roger?
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Something is spreading like forest fires, well at least in the blogging world.
xiaxue has been raped!
well, not literally of course. her gmail and blogger account had been hacked into by some DAMN BLOODY ASSHOLE! well, i do sympathize her for the mishap that had befallen on her. i mean, she's a great blogger, one who blogs right from the bottom of her heart. ironically while it's this factor that made her unique and shoot to stardom, it also led to her figure being made a voodoo doll to many. Obviously writing sincerely is "chicket-feet" to many but to put aside other people's feelings and only to paint your own in your posts, making them open to countless viewers, is really something that not everyone can do.
by the way, i wonder why there's such an occupation called "HACKER". they don't deserved to be named at all. in fact, they already have names such as "ASSHOLES" and "BASTARDS" to suit that. that's the instinctive name that you give these people right?
or even this...
"FUCK!!! who the hell did this! FUCKER!"
Aha! "Fucker" sounds nicer than "Hacker". at least the former suits the person's personality and character 'cause it sounds more evil and sin-tainted. these people are such a pain in the ass anyway. why bother give them so much of your respect?
ever heard someone saying this when they're young?
"Mummy! I wanna be a hacker when i grow up! I wanna earn lots of money and be rich! Then, you and daddy can live with me together! okay, mummy?"
"Mummy.... oh mummy.... why aren't you answering me....???"
if you became a construction worker due to your lack of qualifications, it'll respect you. if you became a thief because you don't have money, you deserved to be shot in your wherever-it-hurts. 'cause there's other ways to earn money, you moron! but if you have the money to actually spent your education learning how to hack, you're better off dead.
no wait, let me castrate you and skin you alive before presenting your body to the masses. think you're dead? think again, alive you're still now for the whip is awaiting to smell your freshest dosage of blood!
come to think of it ah, it's better if you donate your blood in the blood donation drive. why must we waste such a precious element? no wait, yours is already "dirty"i forgot. tainted with the faces of sinisters. it's shameful to let your sins flow in other innocent souls.
"Hacker hacked - A Retribution To Someone We Once Called A Fucker"
how i wish i could see that headline somwhere in the papers and tabloids soon. then it'll be the best joke i've ever heard in my entire life. trust me, i'm not okay.
xiaxue has been raped!
well, not literally of course. her gmail and blogger account had been hacked into by some DAMN BLOODY ASSHOLE! well, i do sympathize her for the mishap that had befallen on her. i mean, she's a great blogger, one who blogs right from the bottom of her heart. ironically while it's this factor that made her unique and shoot to stardom, it also led to her figure being made a voodoo doll to many. Obviously writing sincerely is "chicket-feet" to many but to put aside other people's feelings and only to paint your own in your posts, making them open to countless viewers, is really something that not everyone can do.
by the way, i wonder why there's such an occupation called "HACKER". they don't deserved to be named at all. in fact, they already have names such as "ASSHOLES" and "BASTARDS" to suit that. that's the instinctive name that you give these people right?
or even this...
"FUCK!!! who the hell did this! FUCKER!"
Aha! "Fucker" sounds nicer than "Hacker". at least the former suits the person's personality and character 'cause it sounds more evil and sin-tainted. these people are such a pain in the ass anyway. why bother give them so much of your respect?
ever heard someone saying this when they're young?
"Mummy! I wanna be a hacker when i grow up! I wanna earn lots of money and be rich! Then, you and daddy can live with me together! okay, mummy?"
"Mummy.... oh mummy.... why aren't you answering me....???"
if you became a construction worker due to your lack of qualifications, it'll respect you. if you became a thief because you don't have money, you deserved to be shot in your wherever-it-hurts. 'cause there's other ways to earn money, you moron! but if you have the money to actually spent your education learning how to hack, you're better off dead.
no wait, let me castrate you and skin you alive before presenting your body to the masses. think you're dead? think again, alive you're still now for the whip is awaiting to smell your freshest dosage of blood!
come to think of it ah, it's better if you donate your blood in the blood donation drive. why must we waste such a precious element? no wait, yours is already "dirty"i forgot. tainted with the faces of sinisters. it's shameful to let your sins flow in other innocent souls.
"Hacker hacked - A Retribution To Someone We Once Called A Fucker"
how i wish i could see that headline somwhere in the papers and tabloids soon. then it'll be the best joke i've ever heard in my entire life. trust me, i'm not okay.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
It's just Me...
Currently, I'm in DMC
Taking modules such as OC, CC, FOM, DTP,
Not forgetting ITB, ICP and CD,
Of course if you have not known yet, I'm a student in SP.
Everyday I've got to wake up so early,
To go all the way to Clementi.
A pity I can't take the MRT,
For bus concession is much more practical for me.
The bus ride sucks,
Always bound to traffic jams, how I wish I could have shouted "F***!"
Each ride, at least an hour of torture,
3 more years, until then it's all but over.
For at least 5 hours each day in SB,
If I'm not in LTs,
It's either the BizIT, FC,
Or busy SMS-sing for me.
Lunch will always be at FC6,
It's the only one that offers free music!
My friends say the Wan Ton Mee there is "SHIOK!"
A pity I can only see and look.
If got time time to spare,
Go to study area there.
Can play Warcraft, Need For Speed and CS,
Always see people knife me up my ass.
Everytime there's FOM lesson, better not be late,
For only the lecturer can decide your fate.
"Always wear your lanyard" ordered Mr Lee,
He's the Deputy Director you see.
Projects, presentations and deadlines,
Why can't life be a little bit kind?
Tutorials and lectures can sometimes be so boring,
That I can just be present and go on ignoring.
Everyday when I get home, I on my PC,
I don't even bother what's on TV.
I logged into MSN, hoping to chat with anyone who's free,
I was so surprised nobody's there for me.
That's life for me in SP,
Sounds mundane and routine to me.
Maybe it's because I haven't been active enough.
Wait till I get all rough and tough.
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
The wait is finally over!!! My fingers have been itchy waiting to update my blog that was about to be a museum piece until this guy knocked on my door...
"Hello sir, did you apply for the Singnet broadband connection?"
"YES!!!!!"
I exclaimed obviously in my heart for he would have gotten a heart attack should I have screamed right in front of his presence. Well, if that's so, at least I can snatch the modem from him and fix it myself. But what if he ran away upon seeing a mad man on the loose? So, a pretty wise decision made eh...
Rewinding a few hours before this divine intervention in my life, I came across a scenario between a toddler and his mum. Looking at the eventual ending of the scenario, I can't help it but to be reminded of a few of my secondary school friends. In what way? Well...
I was waiting for the lift to come to carry to lazy self down to the first floor despite the fact that I'm staying only a few floors from the concrete flooring. I then heard a mini-conversation between the toddler and his mum.
Toddler: Mummy! Mummy! Where are we going today?
Mum: We're going down to the playground. You want to play at the playground right?
Toddler: Yes! Yes! I want to go there! I go press the lift first okay?
Mum: Okay, but remember to wait for me, don't go in ah!
Toddler: Mummy! Mummy! We going down to which floor ah?
Mum: First floor lah, aiyoh...
Toddler: But mummy! I want to go to the playground! There's nothing here!
Mum: Yes I know. Wait for mummy first. Mummy want to lock the door. You just wait!
(Mum then walks hurriedly to the lift lobby, surprised to see her son sulking.)
Mum: Why didn't you press the lift?
Toddler: There's no playground here! I want to go to the playground!
Mum: The playground is at the first floor. So we have to go down.
Toddler: But mummy, the lift shows number "1". why still no playground here?
The toddler thought that he's already at the first floor when he saw the number appearing on the LCD screen, which turned out to be"1".
On the innocent note, it was so cute of the toddler to have thought that way. But after much thinking, this scenario is just one of the many seeds planted in one's self to aid him in becoming a lame person in the future, ain't it? Never mind, I still love children for their innocence. If they do become a lamer in the future, just be it lah.. it isn't such a bad condition to be in anyway. =)
PS: Lame here refers to a nicer term for punning, not being physically-disabled. Apologies for those who are hurt unintentionally. Besides, you should always be happy for what you are as there are always people who fare much worse than you do. Smile people! =)
"Hello sir, did you apply for the Singnet broadband connection?"
"YES!!!!!"
I exclaimed obviously in my heart for he would have gotten a heart attack should I have screamed right in front of his presence. Well, if that's so, at least I can snatch the modem from him and fix it myself. But what if he ran away upon seeing a mad man on the loose? So, a pretty wise decision made eh...
Rewinding a few hours before this divine intervention in my life, I came across a scenario between a toddler and his mum. Looking at the eventual ending of the scenario, I can't help it but to be reminded of a few of my secondary school friends. In what way? Well...
I was waiting for the lift to come to carry to lazy self down to the first floor despite the fact that I'm staying only a few floors from the concrete flooring. I then heard a mini-conversation between the toddler and his mum.
Toddler: Mummy! Mummy! Where are we going today?
Mum: We're going down to the playground. You want to play at the playground right?
Toddler: Yes! Yes! I want to go there! I go press the lift first okay?
Mum: Okay, but remember to wait for me, don't go in ah!
Toddler: Mummy! Mummy! We going down to which floor ah?
Mum: First floor lah, aiyoh...
Toddler: But mummy! I want to go to the playground! There's nothing here!
Mum: Yes I know. Wait for mummy first. Mummy want to lock the door. You just wait!
(Mum then walks hurriedly to the lift lobby, surprised to see her son sulking.)
Mum: Why didn't you press the lift?
Toddler: There's no playground here! I want to go to the playground!
Mum: The playground is at the first floor. So we have to go down.
Toddler: But mummy, the lift shows number "1". why still no playground here?
The toddler thought that he's already at the first floor when he saw the number appearing on the LCD screen, which turned out to be"1".
On the innocent note, it was so cute of the toddler to have thought that way. But after much thinking, this scenario is just one of the many seeds planted in one's self to aid him in becoming a lame person in the future, ain't it? Never mind, I still love children for their innocence. If they do become a lamer in the future, just be it lah.. it isn't such a bad condition to be in anyway. =)
PS: Lame here refers to a nicer term for punning, not being physically-disabled. Apologies for those who are hurt unintentionally. Besides, you should always be happy for what you are as there are always people who fare much worse than you do. Smile people! =)
Friday, July 08, 2005
Think about this fact, or rather just a simple sentence...
"You're very photogenic!"
Very ugly in person, I suppose?
The beauty of English, now I've just discovered. Some things are written in a nice way, disguising the real hideous truth behind it.
"I wish you good luck in your upcoming exams."
Have you been failing your papers lately and thus, your bad luck is too obvious not to be seen?
"Happy Birthday to you!"
For how many years have you endured a sad and depressing birthday?
I rest my case.
"You're very photogenic!"
Very ugly in person, I suppose?
The beauty of English, now I've just discovered. Some things are written in a nice way, disguising the real hideous truth behind it.
"I wish you good luck in your upcoming exams."
Have you been failing your papers lately and thus, your bad luck is too obvious not to be seen?
"Happy Birthday to you!"
For how many years have you endured a sad and depressing birthday?
I rest my case.
Sunday, July 03, 2005
Now this is my 'Sexual Discrimination:Part II' entry. I tried not to use the word discrimination but as i looked back at my previous entry, i think most will probably agree with me that it IS a sexual DISCRIMINATION. still, i aint no sexist. Venusians still play a very huge part of my everyday life, you see. i've not reached the stage whereby i appreciate 'gayism'. the sight of shims and just-out-of-surgery-from-thailand people still send shivers down my spine, or rather give me goosebumps. alright, getting on people...
you know the ladies' shoes shop in citylink mall, right after you come out of City Hall MRT Station right? is it U.R.S? nevermind the name, that's not the main point anyway. well ladies, i've got good news for you! it is having a SALE!!!
alright, i'm not so stupid not to know that we're in the midst of the GSS nor am i so myopic not to see the big banner draped across the display window. but i doubt you spot something that you've always took for granted, especially for the ladies. U.R.S. is a ladies' shop selling shoes, right? strange but true, they've actually hired three part-time male models in their shop to pose as mannequins! and no, no... they aren't wearing any ladies' shoes but rather mens' leather shoes. so why are they hired without the purpose of promoting U.R.S.'s products?
but these three men have a little problem. they can't be deemed as mannequins 'cause they are constantly fidgeting around. tch, tch, tch... bad marketing research by U.R.S. what's more fascinating is that one of them is carrying countless shopping bags with arms akimbo while the other two are sitting down restlessly on the chairs available in shop. and their faces, aiyoyo... i can see fire burning in their eyes and boredom written all over their faces. is this the new generation of models i see?
well, these models tickled me when i saw them actually. what more, they stood out amongst the crowd in the shop, mostly being women. ahhh... now i realise the marketing strategy that U.R.S. is implementing. i've got to take off my hat to you, if i have one. (WAHAHAHA!) still, as i mentioned earlier these are PART-TIME models. and to be working as one sucks big time. you aren't paid but was forced to complete the job. you can't complain 'cause it'll strain your relationship with your boss, which will ultimately affect your future.
it's difficult to be a spouse or boyfriend you see.
everywhere we go,
people want to know,
who we are,
where we come from.
girlfriend of my close buddy: eh, don't talk bad about girls okay! you guys also the same what. make your girlfriends wait for 2 BLOODY long hours seeing you all watch 22 IDIOTIC men chase after a ball. in the end, nobody score. when nobody score, nobody take out his shirt. now take out shirt to celebrate also got yellow card. @$#% %^& lah! where got fun like that?
the three other botaks, wearing black, on the field even more goondoo. stay on the field but never even get to touch the ball. i wonder why they they're so damn STUPID. eh, Ah Boy! go home leh. the match sure draw one!
her boyfriend: wait lah, ten minutes more only. who knows they'll score a last-minute goal?
girlfriend: what last-minute goal? these footballers are so damn retarded. never plan ahead one. always have last minute goals. i don't care ah, i wanna go home now. you want to follow or not up to you lah hor. (WHAMP! the front door closes.)
boyfriend: honey! wait for me! i'll go home now!
while they both are waiting at the lift lobby for the lift to come, a ruptous roar erupted from the house unit that they both have left. indeed, footballers don't always plan with an end in mind. last-minute goals are a common sight among them.
you know the ladies' shoes shop in citylink mall, right after you come out of City Hall MRT Station right? is it U.R.S? nevermind the name, that's not the main point anyway. well ladies, i've got good news for you! it is having a SALE!!!
alright, i'm not so stupid not to know that we're in the midst of the GSS nor am i so myopic not to see the big banner draped across the display window. but i doubt you spot something that you've always took for granted, especially for the ladies. U.R.S. is a ladies' shop selling shoes, right? strange but true, they've actually hired three part-time male models in their shop to pose as mannequins! and no, no... they aren't wearing any ladies' shoes but rather mens' leather shoes. so why are they hired without the purpose of promoting U.R.S.'s products?
but these three men have a little problem. they can't be deemed as mannequins 'cause they are constantly fidgeting around. tch, tch, tch... bad marketing research by U.R.S. what's more fascinating is that one of them is carrying countless shopping bags with arms akimbo while the other two are sitting down restlessly on the chairs available in shop. and their faces, aiyoyo... i can see fire burning in their eyes and boredom written all over their faces. is this the new generation of models i see?
well, these models tickled me when i saw them actually. what more, they stood out amongst the crowd in the shop, mostly being women. ahhh... now i realise the marketing strategy that U.R.S. is implementing. i've got to take off my hat to you, if i have one. (WAHAHAHA!) still, as i mentioned earlier these are PART-TIME models. and to be working as one sucks big time. you aren't paid but was forced to complete the job. you can't complain 'cause it'll strain your relationship with your boss, which will ultimately affect your future.
it's difficult to be a spouse or boyfriend you see.
everywhere we go,
people want to know,
who we are,
where we come from.
girlfriend of my close buddy: eh, don't talk bad about girls okay! you guys also the same what. make your girlfriends wait for 2 BLOODY long hours seeing you all watch 22 IDIOTIC men chase after a ball. in the end, nobody score. when nobody score, nobody take out his shirt. now take out shirt to celebrate also got yellow card. @$#% %^& lah! where got fun like that?
the three other botaks, wearing black, on the field even more goondoo. stay on the field but never even get to touch the ball. i wonder why they they're so damn STUPID. eh, Ah Boy! go home leh. the match sure draw one!
her boyfriend: wait lah, ten minutes more only. who knows they'll score a last-minute goal?
girlfriend: what last-minute goal? these footballers are so damn retarded. never plan ahead one. always have last minute goals. i don't care ah, i wanna go home now. you want to follow or not up to you lah hor. (WHAMP! the front door closes.)
boyfriend: honey! wait for me! i'll go home now!
while they both are waiting at the lift lobby for the lift to come, a ruptous roar erupted from the house unit that they both have left. indeed, footballers don't always plan with an end in mind. last-minute goals are a common sight among them.