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Everything is finally falling into place.

Bitched on: Friday, June 30, 2006
Time: 6/30/2006 07:04:00 PM

School is starting soon.
I'm nervous and at the same time, excited.
I'm finally sure of the course I'm taking.
Finally comfortable with the thought of taking the Architecture course in NUS.
And I'm sure I'll settle in just nicely.

My old friends have finally come to realise I'm alive now.
And I'm also excited at the thought of making new friends in uni.

Yay.

I have two jobs now.
As a waiter (as mentioned previously) and a Customer Service Officer at Singtel which after 3 weeks of that, I'm quiting this Sunday.
Its not surprising right?
I can't hold on to a decent job for nuts.
3 weeks is actually a record for me.
Haha...

Why am I throwing in the towel again?
Actually, its because of my uni camp this coming Monday.
In fact, I do enjoy the job.

Its just extremely boring. And slack.
Too slack.
But I'm not complaining.
Reminds me of Army. Getting paid for nought.

And my workplace is so cool. Its at Raffles Place.
Its the Singtel building you can see from the ECP expressway, beside the OCBC and UOB buildings.
So my workplace has a nice 360 degree view of Singapore.
I can see all the way from the Merlion in Sentosa to the airport in the east to Bukit Timah to Malaysia's hilly terrain in the north.
Boat Quay is right at the building's doorstep.
Suntec City and Bugis are just a stone's throw away.

And the ambience there.
Its so office-y.
Everyone dresses up so smartly, in suits and ties.
I felt 'important' there, you know.
Very the VIP. Very yuppie.
Haha...

Hope I'll get a job there in the future (I doubt so though).

Oh... And my non-existant love life is now a bit less non-existant. Haha..

I have dates now.
With girls...

And when I mean 'dates', I mean ladies, you have to pay yourself cause I am so BROKE.

I'm finally content with my life now.
No more clumsy needy loser-me.
I'm back to being confident and horribly bitchy. Haha...

So, everything is falling into place now.

Ok. Got to go now.
Cya all after my camp.
Yay.
I'm finally content with where I am now.

Labels: personal, school

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SuperBitch Returns

Time: 6/30/2006 01:55:00 AM

Watched 'Superman Returns' two days ago.
Funny, cause the movie wasn't supposed to be 'open'-ed till yesterday...
And it wasn't like I was watching a sneak preview or something.
It was just there... showing... in 8 timeslots that day.
And neither was I planning to watch it that day.
It was just there... showing... in 8 ti...
Ok, you get the picture.
Why say 'opens 29th June' when you really mean some cinemas are showing it a day earlier?

Hmmm...

Fine.

What did the Hebitch think of the movie?

The director, Bryan Singer, was really great producing (or is it directing?) the first two X-men movies and he didn't disappoint in this sequel to the first two Superman.
Which brings me to this point, what happened to the crap they tried to pass off as X-Men 3?

So here's what happened at the cinema.
Kiasu-me had me and my 'date' in the cinema a good fifteen minutes before the stated time on the ticket.
I mean... you never know what time the movie starts, sometimes the movie starts on the dot, no?

But instead we (at least me alone lah, cause she had to use the bathroom) were treated to half an hour of pure blissful commercials.
Who says the commercials before the movie are a waste of time?

It can be useful ya know, cultural exchange even.

For example I know that in India, one ruppee can't buy you 5 birds, it can only get you one bird.
Furthermore, they have credit card machines in the rural markets of India.
How cool is that?
Bet you didn't know that, huh?

Ok, enough digression.

The movie.

The movie was a tad long.
Ok, it was painfully long...
(And I'm not talking about Brandon Rough's 'appendage' cause I wasn't looking, though according to my 'date' it wasn't that impressive, she even said it was flat...)

Anyway, the movie.
It was long.
129 minutes of it.
I felt some scenes were really redundant.
Like shoots of Superman's 'relax corner' in space, Clark Kent's 'loser' moments or a close-up of Superman's crotch (I made the last part up, there was apparently a big, pardon the pun, hoo-hah about it)...

I was quite 'emotionless' watching the movie actually.

Sure it had Titanic (the scene of the splitting ship), Apollo 13 (the scene with the space shuttle), Deep Impact or Armageddon (the destruction of Metropolis that looks suspiciously like New York, again New York, people in Hollywood must really have something against this city), Smallville (when Clark was just a teenager) and even Lost (the scene with the plane about to crash) all rolled into one.

Sure it was action-packed.

But I didn't really 'feel' the movie.

Mainly because of the giggling girls sitting a couple of seats away from me.

They giggle at everything!!!
All the funny and not-so-funny scenes!!!!
What are they?
Easily entertained?
It was damn pissing me off after a while.
Stupid bitches...

And that jackass.
Yapping on his God damn phone...

And that toddler who can't keep his trap shut...

What's wrong with these people?
Argh!!!

Ok, Ok.
Back to the movie.

Have I said it was long?

And draggy...

Good God. Its ending was so unbelievably draggy.

Like want to end, dun want to end liddat...

I'm sure there will be many sequels to come (just like X-Men..).

Ok, the actors.

Is it just me or does Brandon Routh have an uncanny resemblance to the late Christopher Reeves (especially when he dresses up like Clark Kent and he even sounds like him)?
Which brings me to the next question.
Are the other characters retarded?
Why can't they see the resemblance between Clark and the Man of Steel?
If you expect them to be smarter (than in its prequels) don't count on it.
But back to Brandon, he was really convincing as the confused-where-do-I-wear-my-underwear superhero.
He totally looked the part.

Kates Bosworth was surprisingly bland as Lois Lane.
Whatever happened to the fiesty hard-headed sex-kitten reporter?

Kevin Spacey too.
Let's just say Lex Luthor ran out of diabolical ideas and came out with the crappiest I-will-rule-the-world idea, with get this, 4 pathetic minions (and one of them was Kumar from 'Harold and Kumar').

And surprise surprise, Cyclop makes an appearance.
Nah...
Actually, James Marsden (the dude who played Cyclop) is in the movie too.

Hebitch verdict.
Should you watch it?

Yes.
If you have half the day to waste.
And if you like bald jokes.
Or if you like to stare at people's crotch...

Oh, the movie will make more sense if you have watched the first two Superman movies, cause I was a bit lost in the beginning.

See here for the actual summary.

Labels: movie

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If I were...

Bitched on: Thursday, June 22, 2006
Time: 6/22/2006 10:04:00 PM

I 'scared' some of my friends with my previous entry. Lol.
So I made this really stupid and short entry.
Just something I thought of out of the blue.

If I were...

If I were dead, my parents would be filthy rich.
I'm freakishly overly-insured.
Someone kill me please.

If I were poor, I would kill myself.
At least my family would be rich.
Hmmm... Is that why I'm overly-insured?

If I were rich, I would be a couch potato, feeding off daddy's money.
Oh wait.
I'm already doing that...
Haha..

If I were gay, a lot of my friends won't be surprised, I'm sure...

If I were fat, I'll starve myself to death.
Or I'll use a knife to slice off all my fats like ham...

If I were a girl, I would be a slut.
My friends can vouch for that.
Period.

Labels: rubbish

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People I hate...

Bitched on: Sunday, June 18, 2006
Time: 6/18/2006 11:22:00 PM

A list of people I hate.

Fat people wearing oh-so-skimpy clothes. Be it mini skirts for the ladies or sleeveless for both guys and gals, one word to sum it all up, CELLULITE.
This is one time that the rule, "If you got them, flaunt them," doesn't apply...

People with B.O. (body odour), you should be locked up in your house, better yet, in your shower so you will be trained to shower, you stinking PIG!

People who tap their EZ link cards at the bus' exit when they just boarded the bus (or some other stops even though they are not alighting there).
SO DISHONEST.
If you are doing it, stop! You are robbing the bus drivers of hard earned money, you cheating swine.

Old perverts who stare at your ehem... when you are peeing beside them in urinals.
(Close male friends will notice that I will always pee in cubicles because of this phobia.)
These chikopeks (perverts) have nothing better to do izzit?
Stare what stare? Kanasai!
My c*ck bigger than yours. Jealous izzit? CCB!

Those bengs and mats that give my former alma mater, Commonwealth Secondary School, a BAD name.
The shorts are not meant to be bermudas and the pants are not meant to be tapered! Yucks! So distasteful.
Lians and minahs are also guilty. Skirts are so amazingly short (who's complaining?).

Those nerds and geeks that give my other former alma mater, National Junior College, a BAD name.
The pants are not supposed to be high up to your navel lah...
Pull up to your nipples, why don't you?
And the girls' skirts? Covers below the knee! WDF? (now I'm complaining).

Those bloody retarded MRT train passengers who instead of giving you way when you are alighting, they elbow, block and shove you back into the train as they jostle to board the train.
Stupid morons.
I don't care if you are old or tired, you are brainless!!

People who talk, tease or comment on my complexion out of the blue.
You insensitive imbecile.
My sis especially. Stupid bitch (kidding, I love you).
Doesn't apply to my doctor.
But it applies to dim-witted salespersons.

Bloody kentangs or bananas who are ashamed of being Singaporeans, adopt fake Western accents, lament about living in Singapore and look down on everything Asian but 'idolize' anything Western.
I say, MIGRATE lah, you bloody ingrates.
GET LOST.
Especially white-dick-worshipping-women like SPG, Miss Izzy.

Those naive greedy money-hungry idiots from MLM (multi-level marketing) who trick job-seekers like me into coming down for their 'interviews'!!!
WDF?
You all should be banned from advertising the 'jobs' in classifieds!

Those naive greedy money-hungry idiotic friends from MLM who force MLM down your throat.
WDF?
Meet for coffee, my ass lah...
My pee and shit you want?
Get a decent job lah!

Annoying kaypoh (busybody) relatives who take pleasure in gossiping about some other relative.
"His CPF how much ah?"
"Not married but so touchy, tsk tsk."
"I wish they would call off the engagement."
Or worst, they will badmouth them.
Calling them liars or crazy.
Blood is thicker than water, my ass.
Wait till their daughter ends up having a 'shot-gun' marriage or the son comes out of the closet, would they like it if other people gossip about them?

People who talk so freaking loudly on the phone.
Trade-in the phone and GET A HEARING AID!!!

Racist bastards who discriminate against other races.
I've seen people covering their noses when a foreign worker sits beside them once.
Halo?
Banglas (Bangladeshi workers) are people too. They have feelings too!
You would also smell just as bad, toiling under the hot sun, wouldn't you, you pampered spoilt bratts / bitches.

Politicians.
Especially if their fathers were previously one too.
Prime minister or president, you are only in office because of daddy...
Opps, have I just killed two birds with one stone?

People who hate me.
I HATE YOU!!!
And what's wrong with you?
Nobody hates me.
NO ONE.

No one...

NO ONE...

Labels: ugly Singaporean

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Father's Day, the Hard Gay way.

Bitched on: Saturday, June 17, 2006
Time: 6/17/2006 11:52:00 PM

The entry title is so wrong....

Don't think dirty here. Cause its really not.
For the benefit of those really suakoo (clueless), Hard Gay is a character in this Japanese entertainment show.
His full name is Razor Ramon Sumitani or Hard Gay (HG for short).

I have no idea if he is exactly gay but that is besides the point. Who cares.
Cause he is so funny.
Shaking and thrusting his pelvis (at any guy's face or butt area) ala Ricky Martin.
Pole dancing or gyrating suggestively around people (even kids are not spared)!
He is so sick (but funny sick..)

Oh my God, the Japanese are a really funny bunch.
I have always thought they were conservative until my friends showed me Hard Gay. They are so cool about it.

Say! Say! Say!!!

Damn funny.

Here are more episodes.
See the ones with English subtitles or the Bakafish ones.

Enjoy.

Hard-0 Gei!!
Hooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Labels: gay, rubbish, YouTube

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Zombies...

Bitched on: Thursday, June 15, 2006
Time: 6/15/2006 08:44:00 PM

They are out there.

They look like your friends.

But...

They are one of them.

And they want you to join them.

Be one of them.

And convert your other friends too.

You can't never know who to trust anymore.

They are out to get you...

All of you...

You must be wondering now, what the hell has gotten into you, Shazi?

Just read on. All this will make sense later.

I'm talking about friends who come back from the 'dead' to meet up with you again.
Those 'pesky' friends you haven't heard in YEARS...
.. who call you up out of the blue and say let's meet up and have 'coffee'...

Sure that sounds nice and nostalgic but there is a catch.
Never take the bait.

They are not going out to 'catch up' with you after years of absence.
No.
They want to use you...

I know. I had that encounter before.

A year back, a couple of my good friends called me.

"Let's catch up."
"Watch movie?"
"Sure why not."

So me (gullible and naive at that time) went there wearing flip flops and berms.
Them?
They greeted me at the meeting place wearing long-sleeved shirts, pants and leather shoes, complete with briefcases.

I still had no idea what was going on (I was THAT DENSE... Was? Still is...).
I didn't realise I had fallen into their trap until they took out paper after paper of 'their work'.

And explained to me 'their work'.

Over and over again.

And finally 'invited' me over to their 'workplace' to meet their 'boss'.
That was the last bait this fish was not going to take...

I bolted out of the place after declining as 'politely' as I could.

Now I'm wiser.

Recently, out of NO WHERE, a friend called me up, made a really stupid attempt at 'small talk' and then asked if I was free for 'coffee'.

I know what to say now.

"Sure, I'll call the others. We'll have a get-together, everyone."

That get-together is as likely to happen as a pig flying.
Never gonna happen.

If you are still clueless about what (the hell) am I talking about, you must be more dense than me.

The 'work' in question is Multi Level Marketing (MLM) or simply put 'network marketing'.

What the hell is it? (Man, you are so dense...)

It is like pyramid selling (though these 'friends' of mine will stay clear of using that word, cause pyramid selling is ILLEGAL).

You pay (usually over S$1000) to join the scheme.... I mean the 'job'.
Then, you get more people to join.
The more people you get, the more you are paid.

That's like pyramid selling, isn't it?

To make these 'activities' less 'illegal' and suspicious, these 'companies' include 'products'.
Yes, 'products' that are as useless as they are 'breakthroughs' in Science.
Magnetic matresses, herbal pills and 'magic stones', you name it, all USELESS.

A friend of mine (who also stayed clear of the 'job') made this really good analogy.

Its like your friends asking you to join them in a well for them to stand on your head, a step closer for them to get out of the well. So you ask your other friends to come into the well so you too can get a step closer out. And the cycle continues...

My thought is, "Why get into the well in the first place?"

Easy money.
That is so typical Singaporean.
I believe in HARD WORK for your own money.

Some have dreams of finally being at the top.
But there will always be someone above you, what... Keep on dreaming...
Unless you start your own pyramid scheme (I'm not giving you ideas)...

I'm not really against this kind of job.
What I am against is 'using your friends'....

I felt so used and betrayed when I met my two friends mentioned earlier.

They wanted to meet me, not because they wanted to catch up with me and watch a movie, they had other plans...

How 'heartless' is that?

That set my mind not to join MLM.
Yes, you will get to meet new people.
Yes, you will get the experience.
Yes, you will eventually get richer.

But not at the expense of other people.

But not all of my friends who joined MLM are like that.
A really great friend of mine asked me if I minded him joining the 'trap'.
I joked that I would 'disown' him.
But he joined nevertheless.
And he never once asked me to go to his 'meetings'.
He never pressured me, thankfully.

The two friends of mine however, eventually ran out of steam.
They are now no longer as active as last time.
Stagnant.
Stuck in the well.

Me?

I'm happily peeing into the well.

Warning: Do not dare ask me out for all this crap and bullshit. I warn you first.
And no coffee!
I will give you coffee, made of shit and pee...

Labels: Singapore stories, ugly Singaporean

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World Cup!!!!

Bitched on: Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Time: 6/14/2006 01:43:00 AM

Its the season.

The season for me to 'grow a penis' and start liking football (or soccer, wadeva you prefer calling it).

So you know, I'm those rare (extremely rare) Malay (I have to emphazise this) males who can't kick a soccer ball if my life depended on it.

When I dribble the ball, I look like a retard with two stumps for legs.

I have such bad leg coordination that I make a cripple look like Ronaldo.

Even my grandmother can kick further than me.

Don't talk about curves, I can't even kick the ball straight!

And I'm just as bad playing Fifa or Winning Eleven on PlayStation or XBox.
I don't see the difference between 'my' midfielder or 'my' striker so I will just hentam (whack)!

Don't talk about strategy with me, 4-3-3 or 3-4-3 or wadeva crap, I can't even get the rules right.

Took me years before I realised there was such a thing as an off-side.

Yes.
I am ignorant.

Yes.
I am a shame to all males.

But what to do?
Like this Malay saying (loosely translated),
"The rice has become porridge"
or something like that (sounds more poetic in Malay though)...

Basically, it means that its too late for me to learn how to play.
I feel self-conscience cause I know I look like an idiot with two left feet on the soccer field.

But who cares.
It won't stop me from watching the World Cup.

Its like the Olympics.
Something you just have to watch.
You don't have to be good at swimming or running marathons to enjoy the Olympics, do you?

Why must some people take it so seriously?

Its not like the country you are supporting is your homeland.

Why so much pride?

Also in this month or so, I need to muster all my acting skills.

Nodding, agreeing and chatting excitedly (and knowledgeably) about soccer to all those soccer-fanatics like my manager (not soccer manager but restaurant manager) when in actual fact I'm so bloody clueless about the team's statistics, predictions on the matches and a whole bunch of other stuff, let alone the players names.

I need to read the newspapers to 'learn' all that.

But so far I have been enjoying the 'World Cup'.

Though I have to admit, it still takes a minute or so for my brain to register when and why there is an offside.

Thank God for s-l-o-w motion replays.

Hope host country, Germany, wins...

And screw you StarHub. I want my clear RTM 1 channel back.

Labels: Miss World

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How 'mat' are you?

Bitched on: Saturday, June 10, 2006
Time: 6/10/2006 01:57:00 PM

You know how there are quizzes online that can help to determine what kind of 'person' you are, eg...

Which character from F.R.I.E.N.D.S are you?
What kind of flirt are you?
Which Hollywood blonde are you?
Which song best represents you?
Or what kind of colour are you?

Hehe... I made one myself.

How 'mat' are you?

I couldn't help myself.. Hehe...
Its meant for Malay guys to try out lah.
But if you're not, try it out also.
All in the name of fun, its bullshit really...

______ is part of your lingo.
(a) Slack
(b) Relax
(c) Lepak

You smoke. True or false?
(a) Will never put that filth in my mouth.
(b) Quiting / Cutting down.
(c) I'm a chimney / train.

Last time you went out, your hairstyle was ________.
(a) boring?
(b) armani...
(c) mohawk (the more outrageous, the better)

Quick peek into your wardrobe. Your jeans are mostly ________.
(a) straight cut
(b) baggy
(c) tapered

You match those jeans with ______.
(a) trainers
(b) sneakers
(c) slippers

The most prevailing brand of T-shirts you have is _______.
(a) Fresh Imp
(b) Topman
(c) Von Dutch (fake of course, but who knows...)

Checkered ________ are cool.
(a) long sleeved shirts
(b) short sleeved shirts
(c) bermudas

Camo prints on __________ are so in.
(a) SAF uniform
(b) berms or pants
(c) caps (might as well use SAF jockey caps hor...)

Your idea of cool specs are ________.
(a) rimless
(b) silver framed
(c) plastic framed

You're having a bad hair day and you are most likely to put on a _________.
(a) baseball cap
(b) snow cap
(c) trucker cap

Your favourite haunts include __________.
(a) zouk, China Black (now defunct)
(b) Devil's Bar, Ministry Of Sound (MOS)
(c) Momo, Double O

You have _____ Malay friends and _______ non-Malay friends.
(a) one or two; many
(b) equal number of
(c) only; no/ just one or two

Your boo wears ________.
(a) ear studs, natural make-up
(b) headscarf (tudung), noticeable make-up
(c) chunky / loop earrings, thick make-up

You are 23 years-old and you are __________.
(a) an undergraduate
(b) working in a stable (or almost stable) job
(c) a father

Your crib is _________ of Singapore.
(a) central part or south
(b) west or north
(c) east

You have (want to have) _______ license.
(a) a driving (car)
(b) driving and riding
(c) a riding (bike)

You have _______ in your bank account.
(a) some savings
(b) barely enough
(c) squat (kosong...)

You enlist for National Service (NS). You are in _______.
(a) Army (SAF)
(b) Police
(c) Civil Defence (CD)

Your favourite game is ________.
(a) DOTA or WoW
(b) Winning Eleven or Fifa on PlayStation or XBox
(c) computer games are for wuss, I play the real soccer

Imagine you're in a concert, you most likely imagine yourself to be ________
(a) no where. I don't have an active imagination like that.
(b) in the crowd.
(c) in the band; bass player or lead guitarist.

Your MP3 player has the most songs by ________.
(a) U2, Lifehouse
(b) Black Eyed Peas, Eminem
(c) Peter Pan, Sheila on 7

You see yourself surfing in _________.
(a) Gold Coast, Australia
(b) Phuket, Thailand
(c) Sentosa, Singapore (sure... 'surfing'....)

You have a higher chance of representing Singapore in the the Olympics in _______.
(a) swimming
(b) hockey
(c) soccer

World Cup season, you support ________.
(a) Singapore? .... Korea or Japan then...
(b) European countries; England, Holland, Germany
(c) viva la South America; Brasil, Argentina, Chile

Most likey to see you shopping in _______.
(a) Paragon, CK Tangs
(b) Bugis (Parco), Heerens
(c) Far East Plaza, Bugis Village, Tampines Mall

You believe that the lingua franca in Singapore is _______.
(a) the Queen's English
(b) Singlish
(c) huh? What lingu- ...?

Here are the results (inaccurate of course):

Mostly As
WHAT A DISGRACE! You are either (a) a kentang (b) a banana or (c) not even a Malay....
Go migrate out of this country lah... What's wrong with you??!!

Mostly Bs
You are such a poseur. A mat-wannabe. The inner mat is dying to get out of you...
But there is still help. Don't give up.

Mostly Cs
Kinda the result you usually get anywhere, mostly Cs...
You are what you are. A true blue Singaporean mat.
Hidup Melayu (Live on Malays)...
Say it loud and proud.

No prizes for guessing how I scored.
Haha!!! Like I said, all in the name of fun.

Its not meant to insult or stereotype (hmm...).
Just for laughs...

Here's a few other (actual) quizzes from Tickle Tests and Blogthings.
For the seriously bored-till-you-are-braindead.

Related entries:
Mats Boleh! Part 1
Mats Boleh! Part 2
Mats Boleh! Part 3
Mats Boleh! Revisited

Labels: Malays

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Bus 'Uncle'

Bitched on: Thursday, June 08, 2006
Time: 6/08/2006 07:56:00 PM

Sigh...
My 'loser' streak doesn't look like its going to go away anytime soon.
I sprained my wrist bad... Very bad.
Feels like its broken. I can hear bones cracking everytime I rotate my wrist...

But I have yet to see the doctor.
Well, I believe in self-healing. Kinda like Wolverine... Lol..
You know your body best. Doctors are the last resort.

So... what's new?
Well, a friend showed me this video from Hong Kong. (I have no idea how he gets his hands on this kind of videos, he has nothing better to do, izzit? Kidding lah brudder... Haha)

About this guy from Hong Kong who verbally insulted another passenger seated behind him on the bus he was on.
The unfortunate guy I gathered from the video had tapped on the uncouth babarian's shoulder.

That sparked a long list of verbal abuse from the potty-mouth.

And the poor soul had to sit there bearing all the insult. Such a wimp... but admirable nevertheless.
I can't decide if he is more scared-shit or patient...

An ugly example of Asian elderly mentality (in Hong Kong or Singapore, they are still the same...)

Just because they are old, they think they are always right.
Its all about 'saving face' (not being embarrased).
But ironically, that was the last thing the babarian did in the end.
So embarrasing...
And he had the cheek to 'shake hands' with the wimp...

Please lah...
Just because you are old, doesn't mean you are always right.
And just because you have lived for more years than us youths, doesn't mean you can get away with insulting our mothers etc...
What an ass.

Argh... Just watching the video makes my blood boil.

To the bus 'uncle' and other bus 'uncles' worldwide, please retire gracefully but alone and deserted in an old folks' home, deprived of any physical contact with the outside world...

And to the wimp, get some balls lah...

Click here to see the video.

Latest Update:
Coincidentally on the day I wrote this entry, the New Paper published the story about the 'uncle',

"His expletive-ridden tirade on a Hong Kong bus irked millions around the world after another passenger uploaded his camera-phone footage of it onto the Internet.

But three men may have taken their anger at the now infamous "Bus Uncle" too far. He was beaten viciously in a Hong Kong restaurant yesterday.

Mr Roger Chan, 50, was attacked and beaten by three masked men in front of horrified diners and staff at the western restaurant where he started work on Monday..." - New Paper
Serve the babarian right!!!
What goes around comes around.
But it is a bit cruel.
I do feel a small pang of pity... Just a small one.
Sure he deserves a retaliation, but not a physical one.

Turns out the wimp was just trying to shush the babarian for talking too loudly on his phone.

And after launching into a stream of Cantonese vulgarities (which, weirdly for me, I understood some of it) and having that publicly shown on the web, he was offered a job at a restaurant (where he was later attacked).

Talk about 'strategic' move on the restaurant's part!!!
Nothing like a free flow of expletives to go with your family dinner.

Go figure.

And now he is planning to bank on his fame by working with American Idol 'reject' William Hung to star in a musical version of the incident!!!

Nothing says 'Asian pride' like two of the most idiotic and shameful Asian faces in a musical together...

Labels: Asia, loser moments, YouTube

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Homophobia

Bitched on: Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Time: 6/07/2006 03:17:00 PM

I love to blog-surf and I came across this blog by (I think should be) a homosexual (gay or lesbian, I can't tell).

But the message is clear.

Homophobia is real. It's wrong. And can sometimes be fatal.

"I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love."

(Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.)

Well, I'm not forcing you to support this.
Neither am I asking you to accept it.
However, the least that you can do is tolerate this.

Another related entry: Pink Power!

Labels: gay

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Welcome to my Life.

Bitched on: Saturday, June 03, 2006
Time: 6/03/2006 08:13:00 PM

Long time no blog!!!
A couple of my friends have been bugging me, WHY?
Did I die?
Have I started showering again? (well yes, the toilet is fixed..)

Well, I have been compiling all my loser short stories.
Ya rite...

I have so many of them...
I should be a writer, no?
Haha...

But I re-read some of my blog entries and I realised something, what happened to all my intelligent entries?

I have none!

My entries are so 'duh'.

Its not 'blah' but its definitely 'duh'.
Its so incredibly pointless.

So whine-y...
So loser-ish (especially the previous one).

Okok, nuf about that.
Here's to all who enjoy a good laugh.
My life the past week.

~Dye Over and Over Again...~

To those who don't already know I tried to DIY (do-it-yourself) dye my hair...

My natural hair colour is black.
And it was brown a month back.
Now it was time to re-dye my faded hair colour.
(Because I was trying to save money), I tried DIY (so much cheaper...)

Well, I decided to be adventurous and himbotic...
And go (gasp) blonde....

Yes, ladies and gentleman, blonde...

Following an advice from this friend of mine, I dyed my eyebrows too...

Well, to cut the story short, I ended up with flaming ORANGE hair.
To make matters worst, my eyebrows became bright orange!

I looked like one of those ginger kids (redheads with freakles) but it was all ORANGE.

I panicked. My parents flipped.
My sisters teased me.

I was like, OH MY GOD. I looked like a freak...

So clever me, dyed my hair again with the same dye (I had some left, my hair is short mah...).

And I got my blonde.
But I looked so weird...

I was so embarassed to leave my house!

Well, in the end, I bought black dye (with my mum's help) to tone down the hair colour.

I just left the dye on for 5 minutes before washing it off.
But it was too late to save any inch of my brown-ness.

Hair colour now, Jet-Black...
sigh...
Back to square one.

~LOST~

I have been living in the Jurong West area all my life and I am very ashamed to say that I got lost in my own turf!

Sigh...

21 years in Jurong West, and still I was like a lost sheep when all I wanted to do was go to Jurong Point!

It was only a few stops away from my house but still I managed to find my stupid self at Jurong Port Road!
Yes! Jurong Port Road!!!
Where all the factories are!!!! Where Jurong Island is (I think?)!!!

Oh my God. How stupid can one be?
I kept telling me myself that the bus was taking a long long detour to the shopping centre (until I called my friend, only then did I realise that I was LOST)

I panicked, cause the road was ONE WAY where I alighted!
How was I suppose to take the bus on the other side of the road?

To cut long story short, I took 1.5 hour to go to the shopping centre when it could have taken me just 15 minutes...

So dumb...

Note to self: 98 doesn't go to Jurong Point... duh...

~Life is Short...~

Finally, a serious blog.
Nah, not really...

Far from it.

It took me a flying insect to realise how short my life is.

I was planning to have an egg (my favourite sunny side up) for my dinner, so I had the oil heated in the frying pan.

When this flying insect kamikaze-ed into the oil...

sizzle... (*smoke)

I will never forget the sound... or the smell for that matter...

I lost my appetite that night (who wouldn't?)

But it got me thinking, poor poor insect...

I mean it only has a lifespan of what? 1 week?
And instead of dying naturally, it had to die the worst death imaginable...

Life is short, I say.
And I have always imagined myself 50 years from now, old, retired and wrinkled.
But now, who am I suppose to predict that?

Who knows... I might get knock down by a car the next day.

So I'm living my life to the fullest now...
(not now... maybe later... so lazy lah...)

Try everything new once.
Fancy a crispy deep fried insect anyone?

Labels: loser moments, personal

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