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    Asian Idol? And the point is?
    Bitched on: Monday, December 17, 2007
    Time: 12/17/2007 03:18:00 PM

    Reading the comments on Youtube about Hady winning Asian Idol is extremely disheartening.

    I mean isn't the show all about promoting and celebrating Asian talents? Now it has become nothing but mean and petty name calling.

    Is it all necessary? Personally attacking Hady and his fans? Bringing politics and nationalism into the picture? Attacking Singaporeans as a whole? Using derogatory and other hate terms to put your points across...

    Shame on you.

    And isn't the equally immature exchange from the pro-Hady camp just as wrong? Lashing out against those in the opposing camp with snobbish retaliation. Stooping to their low and trading insults are never justifiable. Two wrongs do not make a right.

    Shame on you.

    Has Asian Idol bring more harm than good? Should we do away with it altogether?
    I agree with Twinnie. We should stop all these World Idol or Asian Idol competitions.
    They would just be bringing more animosity instead of bringing the countries closer.
    Shame on us for allowing racial lines, national boundaries and hatred to overshadow the competition.

    Now, aside from the rampant political strife and natural disasters across Asia, we have this to add to our list of problems...

    We have totally missed the point.

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    Enough already!!!
    Bitched on: Saturday, September 15, 2007
    Time: 9/15/2007 12:48:00 AM

    This is getting too much!

    First it was the image of the Monkey God in one tree.
    Then there were two.
    And then one more in another tree.
    Then there was the face of the Goddess of Mercy on another.
    And now there is the elephant face of Ganesh, a Hindu deity.

    Wah laooo.... This is causing stupid unnecessary pile-ups here all the time...

    Inconsiderate stupid drivers stopping by the side of the road. Stupid gung-ho pedestrian walking on the road. Stupid stupid people... Jurong West is overwhelmed with all these stupid inconsiderate people.

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    Excuse me!!!
    Bitched on: Sunday, June 03, 2007
    Time: 6/03/2007 09:51:00 PM

    Have you had one of those like seriously impatient people pushing you from behind to get past you for just a brief moment?


    The ones who invade your personal space. Elbowing you in your back. Or use some kind of props like an umbrella to push or jab the back of your legs.


    And at the very same moment (ironically) scream, "Excuse me!!"

    What's wrong with these people? So rude, and really impatient.

    Sigh... Its frustrating to get my anger in check. I won't hesitate to turn around and give the stabber a piece of my mind; young or old, they get the 'glare' from me. Then, they would sheepishly (and now more timidly) excuse themselves again.

    How about those who replace the words "Excuse me" with "Hello". Add that with a grunt and you have, "Eh hello?" That totally pisses me off. So rude.

    And what is up with Singaporeans and the back of the bus or the centre of the train? Are there like demons there? Singaporeans are so scared to move their fat arses there...

    Grrr... I need to calm my nerves. Obviously, I had had a bad day.

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    This is Sparta Retarded!!!!
    Bitched on: Wednesday, May 02, 2007
    Time: 5/02/2007 12:40:00 PM

    Continued from previous entry.

    I realised that to call these youths 'retarded' would be an insult to those mentally retarded.

    Morons? Idiots? Punks? Barbarians? Savages?

    Why in the world are doing this?
    Its no laughing matter I can tell you that.
    Its life or death for God's sake.
    They savagely attack these people (usually many against one; or the victims are outnumbered). And the victims usually end up dead or have their face smashed in and every bones in their body made into powder.

    And they claim its for honour and glory? What the flying f*ck?

    Where is the honour in mass-beating a lone victim?
    And to film these savage and ruthless deeds to upload on video hosting websites for 'bragging rights'?

    Hello? Haven't they heard of something called 'evidence'? How stupid is that?

    What other reasons they give to do this?
    Pride? Herded mentality? Defend territory? Impress girls? Prove self worth?

    Who the hell do they think they are? Spartans?
    (I admit that after watching 300, I kinda felt a little barbaric myself; that movie is such a 'guy' movie, simply awesome. And I wanted to kick me some Persian arse.)

    Haven't they thought of the consequences if the guy becomes a vegetable or worst, die? They are looking at life imprisonment and caning and stuff.
    What, did they think that since there are so many of them, the life imprisonment term would be evenly shared amongst all of them?

    Serving the jail term aside, who are they to savagely take away someone's life? Who's going to answer to the deceased parents? His loved ones and friends?

    My sister and her hubby (then boyfriend) happened to see a gang of twenty or so skinheads beating a chub like a rag doll on the Padang late one night. To cut the long story short, my sister tried to call the police, the gang caught up with them, and beat up my brother-in-law (and yeah, he has bragging rights for that... hahaha).

    So if anyone happens to see a pair of broken glasses on the Padang, please lemme know, cos my bro-in-law is looking for it.

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    Warning to all 'Bus Uncles' out there.
    Bitched on: Monday, April 30, 2007
    Time: 4/30/2007 12:44:00 AM

    Still on the topic of violent Singaporean youths, I stumbled onto this video while searching Youtube.com for more 'singapore-youths-fights'.

    Remember the 'Bus Uncle' from Hong Kong? The one who cussed and swore at another passenger on the bus he was upset with? And you were secretly hoping that the abused guy would stop being such a wimp and get up to kick the moron where the sun don't shine...

    What if that did happen? Is it justifiable?
    Well, maybe this 'uncle' deserves it too?

    Blogger's Note: Video contains mild violence (duh) and vulgarities (double duh). Viewer's discretion is advised.



    I don't condone violence. Neither do I condone any form of rudeness (in this case, aggression) against someone *much much* older (and more retarded).

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    Prepare for Glory (or Stupidity)
    Bitched on: Sunday, April 29, 2007
    Time: 4/29/2007 11:12:00 PM

    Read the NewPaper for the first time in weeks today. Its really trashy-over-sensationalized-tabloid crap. But a good read nonetheless. Haha...

    The headlines caught my eyes: Singaporean youths and 'happy slappings' caught on video cam and then posted on Youtube.com (or something like that). What the fuc*ing hell?

    So I'm going to dedicate the next few blog entries to the future and pride of Singapore, our retarded youths.

    Here's one of the videos which they mentioned in the report. It was hard to find and the original was removed (I think), so here:

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    WDH?
    Bitched on: Sunday, April 22, 2007
    Time: 4/22/2007 08:31:00 PM

    Miss Singapore Universe.

    Yucks.

    So not worth watching.

    Update:


    Jessica Tan won. No surprises there.

    But I think the real winner should have been Christabel Campbell. In the question and answer round when asked which sport will Singapore win its first Olympic gold medal in, she answered,

    "It depends if we're looking at local or foreign talent. We will win in whichever sport the Sports Association decides to import foreign talent for. Just look at table tennis.

    But for local, I'd say sailing because at the Doha games, we did get (quite a few) gold medals, so that's our best bet."

    Ditto.
    Give the girl a tiger.

    Now, a girl who speaks her mind. That's hot.

    Sigh... Why are my favourites always getting third place?

    See here for more of the pictures from the Miss Singapore Universe pageant.

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    Nasi sudah jadi bubur
    Bitched on: Saturday, April 14, 2007
    Time: 4/14/2007 02:20:00 AM

    That means 'the rice has turned to porridge' in Malay.
    What it means exactly is simply 'what is done, is done'.
    In other words, irreversible (not to be misread as Irreplaceable... to the left, to the left... ermm... digressed a bit there).

    And I find it apt that the saying is in Malay too. Cause recently my dear twinnie received some flaks (again...) when she blogged about the poor parental guidance of Malay parents. And that will eventually result in juvenile delinquents and the cycle goes on. Then we try to 'handle' these delinquents and that would be too late. Bla bla bla...

    Its not like its the first time we hear someone addressing that issue. Its undeniable no? Lousy parents bring up rotten children. As simple as that. And it would be hard to change these 'damaged goods'.


    Her encounter with a wimpish Malay mother who was afraid to lay a finger on her misbehaving kid made her to make that statement.

    But to generalise all Malays as bad parents? Hmmm... Now that's a sensitive and subjective issue. Its the few bad apples that will give the whole bunch a bad name. Plus, I don't see this issue as being unique to just the Malays. Singapore has truckloads of bad parents, across racial boundaries (no comments for other countries though).

    But firstly, allow me to ask this question, 'what defines bad parenting?'
    Is it the lack of supervision of the kids in public places? Not disciplining their kids in public? Or is it more than that?
    Should we define with what's on the surface? With what we see? Or with what we ought to know?

    Bad parents abuse their children, that we know. But that doesn't mean all the beating is bad and 'no beating' is good. Come on people, we need to smack them young ones' bottoms once in a while (non-sexually of course... you pervs).

    So bad parents can be defined as parents who allow their kids to go astray, without disciplining their kids (doesn't necessary have to be publicly all the time). And these kids misbehave, obviously, with or without the parents presence.

    A few weeks back I was aghast at the behaviour of two Malay youths (barely older than primary 1 schoolers). I was on the way to school, on the bus, and the bus was just about to turn around a bend, when out of the corner, these two boys prepared to dash across the road. The bus driver horned as a warning that made the boys stop in their tracks.

    But instead of showing gratitude or even remorse, they showed animosity. With their fingers.

    Yes, barely a metre tall (fine, I'm exaggerating) but waving their middle fingers high and proud, with a stream of vulgarities to boot. I was very appalled and downright disgusted.

    If my son (in the future, I don't have one now; nor do I intend to have one now) were to flash his finger, I would cut it off with a chopper right there and then. And wash the filthy mouth of his with chillies and then a bar of soup.

    In all seriousness, I would not hesitate to punish him right there and then: a spank or a slap. I will not have a problem disciplining my kids in public. In the first place, my kids will be so well behaved, they won't need public disciplining (*hmph*).

    Spare the rod and spoil the child? No way.

    If I need to, I would bring a cane every time we go out.

    Just yesterday, I took a bus with the two siblings from hell (a Chinese boy and his younger sister). Oh my God. They were the epitome of rotten kids. Spoilt. Loud. And stubborn. It was a hellish bus ride with them. They sat on the same long rear seat with me.

    They were pushing and shoving each other. Giggling loudly, singing loudly and talking loudly. LOUDLY. Even when I had the music in my Ipod turned to the max, they were still LOUD. Freaking loud. Especially the girl. She shouted for her father who was at the front part of the bus. And when I mean 'shout', I really mean 'shout'. Everyone (and I mean 'everyone') turned around to look at the little princess. The father must have been so proud of his little darling.

    They kept jumping about on the seat on one end and I on the other end, had to endure the 'tremors' from the terror kids. And the little brats had their legs straightened against the back of the seats in front of them, which they kept kicking and shaking whenever they got overexcited.

    The lady seated in front (whom I thought was the mother) kept turning around to scold the little brats. She finally decided to whack the legs of one of the brats in the end to prove her point. But, I realised that she wasn't the mother; when she alighted with me at my stop and left her 'kids' on the bus.

    Now, a stranger discplining your kids? That's a bit too much, duncha think?

    Another encounter with misbehaving kids also happened to me earlier that day. This time it involved a gang of misfits (no older than primary 3 schoolers). I was in the toilet cubicle doing my 'thang' when the cast of Little Rascals came in.

    They began to repeatedly bang the door of the cublicle I was occupying. All the while laughing and threatening to break the door down. Why? Don't ask me. Stupid morons. I was this close to blowing up and (like what chimps would do when threatened, and this is a fact) throw some of my crap over the door.

    Now that would have disciplined those rascals. These kids just need to learn their lessons the hard way.

    Never mess with a guy on his throne.

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    Is this supposed to be funny?
    Bitched on: Friday, February 16, 2007
    Time: 2/16/2007 12:43:00 AM

    Am I missing something or is this voice recording supposed to be funny?



    My friends were pissing their pants off laughing (not literally, otherwise the studio would have stunk) but really, is it funny?
    Or just plain wrong?

    The pranksters (assholes, I think; original, but assholes nevertheless) have clearly crossed the line; pissing off the waiter of some Indian Muslim restaurant.

    I admit, I laughed a bit... a lot actually... and I'm ashamed...
    But I still don't understand what's so extremely funny about it?

    Is it the guy's thick accent? Is it the persistent 'pork' joke? Or is it because of how the guy blew his top off?

    Despite whatever reason, I just think its very racist, insensitive and extremely immature.

    What pleasures did they (the pranksters, and the people watching) get from this?
    These imbeciles recorded it, uploaded it onto Youtube; surely they want to be heard, and popularised.

    Does this count as racism? Or harassment?

    So I'm still wondering if this intolerable act is supposed to be funny.
    We're in Singapore, for God's sake...

    In China, for example, the media (newspapers, tv, wadeva) is not showing any images of pigs (despite the coming lunar new year; 'year of the pig') so as not to offend the Muslim minority of the country. But we're not doing that in Singapore, are we?

    In fact, we are laughing at that fact; making that sensitive issue a joke. Stop taking our religious harmony for granted, I say.

    PS: Wishing Happy 'Pork' New Year to all my Chinese friends.

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    Ugliest Singaporean
    Bitched on: Friday, February 02, 2007
    Time: 2/02/2007 10:28:00 PM

    I was queueing up at the cashier when it was my turn to pay.
    I fumbled with my wallet to take out some notes when all my coins spilled out onto the floor of the aisle.

    The middle-aged man behind me just stared at me, unbothered.

    What?
    Just because I'm young doesn't mean I have 8 hands to pick up the coins right?

    Would it have killed him to help or even attempt to bend over and pick up the coins?
    To make matters worst he squeezed past me to pay for his stuff. The nerves.

    I stood up, feeling extremely pissed. So I physically blocked his way as I paid the cashier, unbothered too as he tried again to squeezed past me.

    What?
    Now I can't use my 8 hands to block your way?
    You ass-wipe...

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    I am Elitist.
    Bitched on: Tuesday, November 21, 2006
    Time: 11/21/2006 12:42:00 AM

    She has this huge mole on her face too!

    I just can't get enough of all this elitist bull shit.
    Found another blog of a self proclaimed elitist (he said so himself).

    "I am elitist. I believe those in the elite circles (no inverted commas) are better than those outside, not because they are naturally smarter, but generally because those who are there made it there on something, and they do deserve some recognition, more so than the general populace. So don't complain that the elite schools get more money etc. They actually deserve it."

    This coming from a 17 or 16-years-old Raffles JC student.
    "I get really annoyed when people go "Wah you from RJ ah. Must be damn smart lor" etc. When in actual fact we're really no different from the rest of you people. Except maybe for the fact that we do use our brains for something more useful. It's the mentality however, that people have about us, which we eventually accept for ourselves. So don't blame us for being elitist."
    God.

    He sounds like he has 'seen the world', doesn't he (for a 16-year-old)?

    What a shame.

    And he would be one those MPs or some CEOs or even your boss one day (touch wood).

    Recommended Read: The Elite Bitch.

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    The Elite Bitch.
    Bitched on: Wednesday, November 15, 2006
    Time: 11/15/2006 05:51:00 PM

    Crap, its Wednesday again. I hate Wednesdays. Not because it doesn't have good TV shows ('cept Project Runway maybe); but because it has the worst show ever in the history of Channel 5 - "On the Finer Side".

    The show really irks me like crazy. I mean, who wants to watch people (freaking rich people) splurge money like water? Bloody elitists, swimming in their parents' money; speaking in faux accents, working in their family company as undeserving CEOs or living in homes bigger than orphanages.

    Might as well have an episode dedicated to how this people wipe their arses with thousand dollar bills in the loo. Argh!!!!

    I'm not jealous or anything (God, its obvious I am), I just don't need to be reminded that I'm not as... 'privileged'!
    I want to swim in a pool of money (not figuratively but literally like Mr Scrouge McDuck) and I want to wipe my arse with money too!

    Stupid Dick Lee. Please lah, if he wasn't born into that family, would he be enjoying his life like that? And Denise dear, you should go for 'mouth' reduction (if there is such a thing). Dumb ass show. They should really can it. Or better yet, show it after a TV show like My Life Story, Extraordinary People or some other shows showing underprivileged people in need of some charity help or people who work their arse off to get where they are now.

    Now that would be a slap to all the rich folks' over-Botoxed faces.

    Anyway, that's off my chest; here's what I really wanted to blog about. That case about that elitist brat 'berating' a middle class working Singaporean. Here's the summary:

    "A teenage blogger has found herself in the soup after comments she made in her online journal were criticised by many Internet users for being insensitive and elitist.

    Raffles Junior College student Wee Shu Min, a daughter of MP Wee Siew Kim, sparked a heated debate on the Internet when she derided another blogger, Mr Derek Wee, for his views on the anxieties of Singapore workers.

    Miss Wee, a second-year student on RJC's Humanities Scholarship Programme, has since shut down her blog and apologised for her comments, though not directly to Mr Derek Wee.

    Mr Wee, 35, a Singaporean who works for a multinational corporation, had written in his blog on Oct 12 that he was concerned about competition from foreign talent and the lack of job opportunities for older workers here.

    He urged the Government to understand Singaporeans' plight.

    Last Thursday, Miss Wee responded to him on her blog, calling him old and unmotivated and said he was overly reliant on the Government."


    Aiyoh, what has Singapore produced? Whiny working-class Singaporeans and on the other scale, elitist scumbags?

    So this is what she actually wrote on her (now-closed down) blog:

    Thursday, October 19, 2006

    mom's friend sent her some blog post by some bleeding stupid 40-year old singaporean called derek wee (WHY do all the idiots have my surname why?!) whining about how singapore is such an insecure place, how old ppl(ie, 40 and above) fear for their jobs, how the pool of foreign "talent" (dismissively chucked between inverted commas) is really a tsunami that will consume us all (no actually he didn't say that, he probably said Fouren Talern Bery Bad.), how the reason why no one wants kids is that they're a liability in this world of fragile ricebowls, how the government really needs to save us from inevitable doom but they aren't because they are stick-shoved-up-ass elites who have no idea how the world works, yadayadayadayada.

    i am inclined - too much, perhaps - to dismiss such people as crackpots. stupid crackpots. the sadder class. too often singaporeans - both the
    neighborhood poor and the red-taloned socialites - kid themselves into believing that our society, like most others, is compartmentalized by breeding. ridiculous. we are a tyranny of the capable and the clever, and the only other class is the complement.

    sad derek attracted more than 50 comments praising him for his
    poignant views, joining him in a chorus of complaints that climax at the
    accusation of lack of press freedom because his all-too-true views had been
    rejected by the straits times forum. while i tend to gripe about how we only
    have one functioning newspaper too, i think the main reason for its lack of
    publication was that his incensed diatribe was written in pathetic little scraps that passed off as sentences, with poor spelling and no grammar.

    derek, derek, derek darling, how can you expect to have an
    iron ricebowl or a solid future if you cannot spell?

    if you're not good enough, life will kick you in the balls. that's just how things go. there's no point in lambasting the government for
    making our society one that is, i quote, "far too survival of fittest". it's the
    same everywhere. yes discrimination exists, and it is sad, but most of the time if people would prefer hiring other people over you, it's because they're better. it's so sad when people like old derek lament the kind of world that singapore will be if we make it so uncertain. go be friggin communist, if uncertainty of success offends you so much - you will certainly be poor and miserable. unless you are an arm-twisting commie bully, which, given your whiny middle-class undereducated penchant, i doubt.

    then again, it's easy for me to say. my future isn't certain but i guess right now it's a lot brighter than most people's. derek will read this and brand me as an 18-year old elite, one of the sinners who will inherit the country and run his stock to the gutter. go ahead. the world is about winners and losers. it's only sad when people who could be winners are marginalised and oppressed. is dear derek starving? has dear derek been denied an education? has dear derek been forced into child prostitution? has dear derek had his clan massacred by the government?

    i should think not. dear derek is one of many wretched, undermotivated, overassuming leeches in our country, and in this world. one of those who would prefer to be unemployed and wax lyrical about how his myriad
    talents are being abandoned for the foreigner's, instead of earning a decent, stable living as a sales assistant. it's not even about being a road sweeper.

    these ****bags don't want anything without "manager" and a name card.

    please, get out of my elite uncaring face.


    posted at 12:08 PM

    And here's her public apology:


    i apologise if i have distressed you with my tendency to rant. while i will not dispute some of the points you make in response to what i have written, i would like to bring to your attention the fact that the post in question was never meant to be a cogent response to the specific points raised in derek wee's article. it is, quite obviously, a rant in the heat of the moment. in addition, i don't believe that my blog has the wide readership of derek wee's, or even your own, and my intention was more to vent my own frustrations than public denouncement.

    i'd also like to clarify my use of the word "elite". while i understand how misinterpretation may have arose, i intended to use it in irony, as a label that people assume i enjoy, and not one that i take particular pleasure in.

    finally, i admit that i was harsher than i should have been, although the the crux of my belief in self-improvement and self-determination has not changed. once again, i apologise if my words have unintentionally offended you - i was under the rather naive impression that nobody reads my blog.

    Too little to late for apologies. What's written has been written.

    He might be a 'leech to the government', but you my dear, are a leech to your father. All the luxuries you have right now, are not yours. You didn't deserve it. You didn't work your arse off for it. You will inherit it from your dad (and your dad probably inherited it from his dad). Your future will be bright I'm sure, but not because you earned it, you inherited it.

    I come from a 'middle class' family. My dad (and I have not one ounce of shame in me) is a blue collared worker. My mum is a housewife. Both of them are wonderful parents who have produced exceptional children (ehem..). My parents are, in your words, 'middle class undereducated' folks. Am I ashamed? Hell no. Its my Dad's humble paycheck that brought my sisters and I through school. You probably won't understand having an overpaid MP father.


    As for me; I have worked my way up from a humble neighbourhood school to where I am now, university: Architecture, NUS mind you. I've never had any extra tuition like you privileged rich kids. My parents didn't help me with my studies cause they were not highly educated. I had to depend on myself, not even on my two now-successful sisters.
    I never had piano lessons or violin lessons or what have you. But I strived in my school's Drama and dance and choir. I learnt Art (drawing, painting) on my own and I am now bloody good at it.

    My parents worked hard. And so did I.


    I am articulate and confident. I have always been a leader in school and the Army; I am currently a committee member in my architecture society.


    My friends think I come from a rich family or live in some landed property. But I don't.

    Heck, what they think. Makes me prouder to say I am here not because of my parents' money but because of my own brains and natural talents.

    And I am not ashamed to say that I aspire to be rich and successful, an 'elite' (like how you defined it) or a 'yuppie' even. Cause I want to break out of this 'middle class' circle. But yet, I will remember my humble beginnings when I do.

    Like you've said, 'the world is about winners and losers'.

    When I do make it, I will be the winner and you, my elite brat, will be the loser.

    Now please, get out of my working class (and soon to be an 'elite') uncaring face.

    Latest Update: Some smart dude made this on Youtube with the computer game Sims. Kinda summed up the whole story.


    PS: I read Derek's blog and his English is OK what. He is also a university graduate OK, dun pray pray.

    And he is a (gasp...) National Debater? Represented Singapore in the early 90s? How can she say his English is poor?

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    I hear stupid people. I wish they were dead.
    Bitched on: Monday, October 16, 2006
    Time: 10/16/2006 11:27:00 PM

    Been a long time since I've watched a movie.

    I admit, I'm not a movie buff but I'm the sort who only watches a movie that is worth it. Otherwise I would just wait for it to come out on DVDs and rent it from the nearby VideoEzy (no pirated VCDs for me please...).
    It doesn't have to be a blockbuster; and it doesn't have to have 5 'thumbs-up' from some critic with no life.
    I watch what appeals to me. Whatever genre or even language.

    So its fair to say that as I watch movies occasionally, I deserve to, at the very least, enjoy the movie without interuptions but that can never happen to me.
    Never.
    Be it crying babies or morons chit-chating on their phones.
    Something or someone has to ruin my movie.

    So I was watching this movie, World Trade Centre, which is a must watch by the way, and little did I know I was actually getting free commentaries.
    Yes, free commentaries.

    Not from the movie's director but from two women sitting beside and behind me.

    Yup, surround-sound-commentaries.

    So lucky of me.
    And did I mention its free?

    You probably know of at least one person who talks to the TV.
    You know, the sort who would tell the actors what to do, or even talk to the actors as if they themsevles were actually part of the show?
    Like this extreme case of my friend's grandfather. He would shout and violently react whenever he disagrees to what's on the TV or applaud whenever it pleases him.

    The lady to my right was not that extreme but she wasn't short of 'Wow's or 'Oh dear's or 'I hope this' or 'My-my's...
    So what's wrong with actually getting so 'into' a movie?
    Its not OK if someone sitting 4 seats away can hear you.
    Every. Single. Word.

    Its not OK if you ask aloud stupid rhetorical questions which are so redundant and so... duh.
    And we don't need you to echo what the characters are saying, we can hear.

    Lastly, its not OK if you think you are the only person watching the movie in the entire cinema theatre. I'm so damn sure that other people do not appreciate knowing what you think about every single thing...
    We don't need your comments to know how to feel, respond or be enlightened about the 'complexity' of movie.
    Just keep all that to yourself, thank you very much.

    After a good half an hour into the movie and me squirming in my seat, and leaning over to my friend to bitch about the bitch beside me; it was unbearable.

    I had had it.

    I leaned over to her and as kindly as I could through clenched teeth, told her to lower her volume down.

    I could have put it in a much nastier way and my mind was swarming with snappy comebacks in case she turned 'hostile'. But she politely apologised and after that embarassing episode (I told her in the most clear-and-loud-enough-for-people-around-us-to-hear voice), she kept her trap shut. For the rest of the movie.

    I should have been relieved but alas, I am not that fortunate.
    Another lady behind me had to take over the narrating.

    And so she began yapping aloud.
    She just had something to say for every single f#*k shit.

    And she even went further as to guess the actors' next line, ALOUD.
    Gee... she is so 'SMART'. Wow. I'm so 'impressed'. I wouldn't have guess what Nicholas Cage was going to say next...

    Stupid bitch.

    I would have told her to shut her trap to if she was sitting beside or infront of me.

    And lastly, thanks to all those bozos who laughed during all the inappropiate times. Like when the rescuers had to cover a dead body because it was 'distracting' or when the other damn 'suay' (unlucky) guy got pinned down under a rock after another 'tremor'. Gee... I didn't know that Nicholas Cage's character's hysterical screams of pain were hysterically funny...

    I'm sorry. I didn't know that I was supposed to laugh at all this.
    Silly me; I thought that all this was based on a true story and all this did actually happen.
    Silly me; in not finding the humour in all this.
    Maybe I should laugh in the faces of relatives of the victims or survivors of the World Trade disaster.
    Silly me; to comprehend the gravity of the movie.
    I shouldn't have taken it too seriously, I should laugh, at all the most inappropiate times like all you retards.

    After all, its just a 'movie'...

    So what movie should I watch next?
    I'll pass, I'll just wait for the good ones to come out in DVDs and watch them in the comfort of my own room, without the unnecessary commentaries (unless its the directors').

    What a waste of money... Grrr....

    Related entries:
    People I hate...
    Ugly Singaporean... Part 1
    Ugly Singaporean... Part 2
    Ugly Singpaorean... Part 3

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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...

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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...

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    Ugly Singaporean (My Job)... Part 3
    Bitched on: Monday, May 01, 2006
    Time: 5/01/2006 01:13:00 AM

    Been a while since my last blog, ay?
    Well, I have (now, had) been busy.
    With a new job.
    As a customer service officer.

    I can't really say where.
    No, its not classified information.
    Just that the place is so notorious.
    With really 'bad service'.

    Its not my fault or any of my (ex) colleague's.
    It is just because of the circumstances.

    In a nutshell, I work(ed) at this distributing company cum service repair centre for this particular phone and other electronic devices.
    Everything would have been swell if we could repair the stupid phones.

    Why?
    Well, we ran out of parts (speakers, motherboards, main boards, cables, hinges, LCD panels, you name it, we ran out of it.)
    And also making it worst our one and only technician took a long (but deserving) break for a week.

    I haven't really explained my job scope, have I?
    Well, I don't wanna mince my words when I say that my job is to get fucked by upset customers.
    We are like the front line of a troop of soldiers (in this case, the company), the first few to be killed and maimed by the enemies.

    Man, woman, local, foreigner, asian, white, young or old.

    We get fucked by all of them.

    The title of my blog shouldn't have been Ugly Singaporean. Instead it should have been Ugly Rich Babies.

    Cause I say that the particular phone does not come cheap.
    At over a thousand bucks a piece, anyone could make the same mistake of overestimating the durability and 'life expectancy' of the God damn phone.

    So I assume that these people are either too rich or too plain stupid to have purchased this piece of shit.

    And this stupid rich folks are the main reason why I quit (YES, I quit after only a week!).

    Its like every single day, I am just buttering or vaseline-ing my arsehole before I go to work for them to screw me.

    They throw tantrums like raising their voice and banging the table.
    Demanding to see my manager or threatening to sue the company.

    Like this bitch (totally bitchy banana ie. yellow on the outside, white in the inside, complete with faux American accent).
    I thought she was this sweet lady but it turned out she was the she-devil. Demanding this and that.
    She apologised later (though I felt it was not so genuine). But who cares.
    Apology not accepted, Bitch!
    You were a horribly ugly person (not on the outside but in the inside, and that is just as bad...). I could tell you are rich and articulate but you lack class...
    Latest Update: Turns out she is a model for some bank...

    They want things to go their way and jump queues to have their phones fixed first.
    Some simply ask for a refund (like what the heck? We are only the distributing company not the damn manufacturing or retailing company).

    Some even make things personal and insult myself and my colleagues.
    There was once a Korean or Jap guy who blatantly told me to my face that I was a liar (I had no recollection of lying to that old prune). Go learn English first before talking to me please, I am sure you misunderstood what I had told you earlier.

    Some simply refuse to leave even after having explained to them that we couldn't fix their phones (no stock of the components that needed to be replaced).

    My technician likened these stupid customers who demand their phones be fixed now (without the stock for the components) to operated patients on the surgery table without the donated organs.

    Like this guy who I felt was like a leech. I explained to him over and over again but still he refused to leave, asking us for a replacement phone!
    Either he was deaf or just retardedly stupid, he actually insisted again and again for a replacement phone when we have repeatedly told him was not our policy.
    In my mind, I was imagining myself smashing his stupid head in with one of the chairs in the room!

    I understand that these customers are upset having paid thousands for the phone and then realising the phones get broken but they can't get the phones to be fixed ASAP. And I understand that they want a replacement phone.

    Don't get me wrong but I do understand.
    Really.

    I too would get pissed off.
    But I won't take it out on the only people who could help me, will I?
    That's not smart..

    I really admire my colleague who has been working there since February. Pacifying all these big ugly rich babies.

    Customers hound you like dogs, calling you on the phone or coming down in person to ask for the status of their precious phones.
    Not to mention new customers coming in with their broken phones, hoping that you could get them fixed on the day itself, when in actual fact, it could take weeks for the shipment of the junk phone's components to arrive.

    Its MADNESS!!!

    Get this, we don't even know when the shipment will arrive.
    The God damn manufacturing company hasn't told us yet.
    It could be months. Or even years, for all I care.

    So basically, we are like telling the gullible ugly rich babies white lies when only God knows when we can get their phone fix.
    Making these empty promises got to me, you know.
    At the end of the day, not only was I physically drained, I was also emotionally drained.

    I got angry easily. I was moody.
    Who wouldn't be when you are on the receiving end of complaints and insults...

    Every morning, I woke up with a really heavy heavy heart to go to work.
    My friend quit after the second day.
    I, after the fourth day.
    And I have never been so relieved.
    So free. Liberated.
    I felt freer than I felt after two whole years in the Army.
    Back then, you were basically fucked for your own mistakes.
    It was justified.

    But the verbal abuse I received from all the big ugly rich babies is too much.

    I am somehow enlightened.
    I am nicer to service staff around me now.
    I will never take them for granted.
    They are not slaves who will wait on you hand and foot.
    Some will argue that they are paid to do so.
    But that doesn't justify your insolence or rudeness.
    No matter how rich you are, people will never respect you if you don't respect others.

    Look at the service staff the next time you go to your neighbouring MacDonalds or Burger King, some restaurant or some hawker centre, some 'mama' shop or boutique and put yourself in their shoes.

    You are working your butt off serving and tending to people.
    It would be nicer if you receive some gratitude, wouldn't it?

    So smile to them, our service staff.
    Be nice.

    Or else...

    If any of you reading this are previously one of my dissatisfied customers, you can kiss my (resigned) ASS...


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    Ugly Singaporean... Part 2
    Bitched on: Thursday, April 27, 2006
    Time: 4/27/2006 01:57:00 AM

    In Part 1, I was relating how my friend 'lost' his MP3 player and then 'found' a new one.
    At least he was 'honest' to admit that his 'new' MP3 player was 'found'...

    Not only MP3 players, handphones too are getting so easily 'lost' nowadays.
    Dishonest pickpockets and careless handphone owners.
    It has become almost a norm to have at least one of my friends to 'lose' their cell phones every week.
    And it is one of the fastest rising crime in Singapore.
    Handphone theft.

    I shudder to think of the consequences if I 'lost' mine...

    My endless list of celebrity contacts, proof of my illegal MP3s and of course my raunchy sex videos would be for all the world to see...

    In all seriousness, I would just die trying to re-collect all the lost contacts. Not to mention the lost pictures and videos (ehem...) that can never be re-shot.

    Speaking of handphones, here was what happened to me just this morning.

    5am:
    My handphone rang beside my bed.
    Picked up the phone. I was groggy and of course pissed off, having fallen asleep only 2 hours earlier.

    Me (extremely groggy): Hellooooooo........?
    Lady (on the other side of line): Hello?
    Me: Helllloooooooooo......?
    Lady: Hello? Hello?
    Me (slightly irritated now): Yes. Hello?
    Lady: Hello?
    Me (sat up in my bed, extremely annoyed): Hello?! How can I help you?!
    Lady: Oh. Is this the house-cleaning agency?
    Me (pissed off but still trying to control my anger): Nooo........
    Lady:.... (slams the phone down)

    Me: ... bitch...

    Wouldn't it kill her to apologise?
    I mean, lady, you called me at an ungodly hour, clearly woken me up from my precious slumber, annoyed me with all the 'Hello's and then you (God dammit) slammed the phone on me when it was you who was clearly at fault...

    Wouldn't it kill you to mumble, "sorry...," and then slam down the phone?

    Or, "I might have dialled the wrong number. My apologies."

    Or, "Oopps, I called you by mistake."

    And then slam down the phone?
    Instead, why don't you learn to put it down gently like a civilised lady you ought to be?

    Or I would rather you hold on a second to hear me mutter
    "bitch.." to you on the phone.

    It was hard for me to fall asleep again after that incident.
    I was tossing and turning in my bed, imagining all the unthinkable tortures I could do on that lady...

    She was rude.
    Extremely rude.
    And she wasn't the only wrong caller I encountered with the same lack of courtesy.
    Some barbarians would immediately hang up the phone just as I say, "hello," on the other line.
    So so rude....

    Usually I would not 'let them off' so easily (especially those repeat offenders).
    I would ask them for the number they were trying to dial and then point out their (stupid) mistake.
    Otherwise, they would still call you... (until hours later when they realise the 8 was actually a zero)

    I too have been on the other side of the fence and when it does happen I will (of course) apologise and then add, "have a nice day."
    Sounds more civilised, doesn't it?
    And its not so hard to do. It simply rolls of the tongue.

    I have noticed that many Singaporeans feel awkward to say that. Or simply smile at strangers.
    Even 'thank you's are out of the question.

    I have been a waiter for around 2 months now and already I can see the difference between the locals and foreigners (be it American, Japanese, Korean or German).

    While the Westerners are (much much) more generous with their please and thank you, Singaporeans are stingy!

    Singaporeans simply demand this or that like this guy I encountered a few weeks back. He kept saying, "I want this ..." instead of the usual, "Can I have this..."
    It was so annoying.
    I felt like telling this to his face, "Why don't you get it yourself, jerk?"

    Others simply gesture for this or that like a mime or something.
    I can't read your mind, I am no psychic.
    It would make things easier if you speak, wouldn't it?

    Others snap their fingers or whistle to get your attention when they want something.
    I'm a human. Not a dog...

    Worst, some even brush you away like a fly when you offer them something like a re-fill of water.
    (Now that does it...)

    I have met some locals who would eye you suspiciously when you say, "Have a nice day."
    Or smile to them for that matter.

    Would it kill you to smile back?
    Is it beneath you to say, "you have a nice day too"?
    Are you so high and mighty to even say 'thank you'?

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    Ugly Singaporean... Part 1
    Bitched on: Monday, April 24, 2006
    Time: 4/24/2006 10:34:00 PM

    I was in my gym's restroom today about to change into my gyming attire when I found a brand new orange Creative Zen MP3 player complete with Sennheiser headphones (that's a mouthful) on the bench in the changing room.

    At first I thought that it belonged to someone using the shower or urinal but after a while it was clear I was alone.

    I have to be honest and say that I did think of taking it and keeping it for myself (it is brand new and I was in need of another MP3 player...).

    Then, my conscience told me otherwise. I should leave it alone on the bench.

    Then again, if someone dishonest were to stumble onto it, they would do exactly what I thought of earlier - keep it for oneself or.... even sell it away.

    So I did what I thought was best and kept it for myself.

    Not...
    I turned it in to the friendly makcik (auntie) behind the gym counter who in turn passed it to the hot gym instructor (a girl, a girl, a girl... not a dude, lemme get that clear... sheesh.).
    And while I was writing my particulars (as a witness of some sort), she 'gazed' into my eyes and said, "That was an amazingly honest thing you did."

    I just melted. Haha...
    See, honesty pays.

    It also pays to see the rightful owner receiving it back just as I was about to leave the gym after ... ehem... 2 hours of gym (okok, 1 hour plus...).
    It turned out while I was changing into my clean clothes in the changing room, a couple of guys came in. They began searching high and low for something.
    I overheard them speaking in Mandarin (yes, I understand Chinese... So beware if you wanna gossip about me...).

    Dude 1: You sure you left it here?
    Dude 2 (the-clearly-more-anxious-one): I am... wah... die die..
    Dude 1: Who gave it to you again?
    Dude 2: My girlfriend. It was a present from her last month. hongkan liao (what's that in English??)... (and then he goes on to say Hokkien expletives peppered with the F-word...)

    Then they headed out to the gym counter.
    Just as I was about to leave the gym, I passed by the counter and the nice auntie introduced me as the hero who returned the MP3 player.
    I blushed. The two guys thanked me.

    Dude 2: Wah... Thank you. Thank you... so very much. It means a lot to me.
    Dude 1: Lucky it was you who found it. Lucky you were honest... Thank you very much...

    I know Dude 1 was sincerely just trying to thank me but there was something he said (or the way he said it) that left me speechless and insulted.

    Like hello???

    Lucky I was honest? I know exactly how he felt though...

    Cause I had this friend who lost his MP3 player too. When he left his bag unattended at (all places in the world, you think someone would dare steal in) a mosque while he was performing his friday prayers!!! Amazing... a place of worship is not even safe? A house of God needs a safe of some sort?

    Ironically, it was my friend's first time in years to be performing his weekly Friday prayers...
    And he has sworn not to go again....
    Kidding, I made the last part up...

    And a few months later, he stumbled across an unattended MP3 player (iPod Shuffle, I think) on a bus seat and you know what?
    He took it.
    He reasoned that it was to pay back at the person who stole his MP3... A karma thing...

    Gee... It all makes sense, eventually, the original thief would also lose my friend's MP3...
    Its all clearer now.

    Bullocks...

    Continued: Part 2

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    Uniquely Sino-pore Part 1
    Bitched on: Friday, March 31, 2006
    Time: 3/31/2006 06:23:00 PM

    I was on the cab and I met a racist cab-driver.
    What's new?
    Well, this is Singapore and racism doesn't just slap you in the face.
    Everyone is discreet, everyone I know, that is.
    Racism is all around but no one says it straight to your face.
    Period.

    What did this particular Chinese driver say to me?
    Well, initially the conversation was fantastic, about the Army (he was slamming it too) and my ORD.

    Then, it soured...
    We saw an Indian lady flagging down a cab.
    He pointed her out to me.
    He told me he will never take her. Why?

    He would never take cats, dogs, durians and Indians.

    I slumped into my seat.
    I am part-Indian.
    I was horrified.

    I felt like he dug deep into my heart took it out and smashed it. My thoughts wandered to my Indian friends. I pitied them, to encounter people like him. What did they do wrong?

    Well, according to the cab driver, they are noisy, complain a lot and finally, they take out the money too slowly! Such a silly down-right moronic stereotyping of the entire race of people! Unbelievable! Amazing!

    To make it worst, he slipped to say that they were worst than my kind (I am Malay). I was stumped! What did we Malays ever do to you?

    I wanted out of his Ku Klux Cab, prompto! I got ready with the cash (in case he accused me of taking out my money slowly...) and paid him as soon as my taxi came to a halt.

    The taxi fare shocked me. I guessed he must have taken a much much longer route than necessary. I couldn't help but think, cheating Chinaman...

    Racist remark I know but he is just one of the true representative of that stereotype. An eye for an eye. "But Shazi," you would say,"two wrongs do not make a right." I didn't care at that time.

    Screw you, for being a racist.

    And hopefully this will be my last encounter with an arse like him.

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