It's one of those days I want to bang my head on the wall.
I ordered some stuff from Taobao. Again, yes, again. I ordered padded envelopes to mail out my orders. More about this next time. And in the history of getting packages delivered to my house, my helper has failed to receive the packages most of the time due to various reasons. She would either be bathing, upstairs cleaning or in the backyard sidai baju. And she would claim that she didn't hear any doorbells. BUT THE TRACKING DETAILS SAID THAT THERE WAS A FAILED DELIVERY ATTEMPT AT xx:xx time. I wonder if these delivery guys go all the way to your house for fun, not press the doorbell, and then leave?
Or is it Murphy's Law. The delivery guys always come by when you are there but not there. Jahanam betul!
So, now I am mad at myself for forgetting to inform my helper about a delivery. Sheesh Ally, she was with you the WHOLE DAY and you were actually thinking about the delivery and you cannot open your mouth for just 5 seconds to say these words "I have a delivery coming tomorrow". And another 3 seconds to say "Please keep a lookout for it".
And I'm mad too at the fact that why there are failed delivery attempts when actually there is someone at home?
I. Just.Want.My.Mailers.NOW.
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Monday, October 12, 2015
Peeved...
You know, Facebook is awesome and all but sometimes it really gets to me. Maybe I'm really not a social media person. Or worse, I'm really not social. *embarassed grin*
So based on this fact that I'm not social on media, I just don't understand certain individuals who has a constant need to post things on FB. And worse, some couples I know, seem to habitually communicate through the public media. Why...
OK, my Nombor Satu pet peeve:
The Baby
A couple of people in my FB had a baby. So cute right? All babies are cute of course, especially your own. I remember this saying, "There is only one beautiful baby in the world, and every mother has it" But obviously, some moms seem to believe "There is only one beautiful baby... MINE!!!!" Of course this can be true, but please, keep it to yourself, k? I totally understand the overwhelming love you have as a first-time mother, and you're enraptured in this magical bond between you and your firstborn. But some people need to publicize this. On a weekly basis. Even daily. Can someone kill me?
So basically, every photo postings I see of that baby literally screams "LOOK AT MY BABY! LOOK AT MY BABY!!" It's no longer cute. And worse, when it comes with the caption, "My little precious's many faces/pattern liao liao" when there is clearly NO SIGNIFICANT differences in the baby's expression, in that 50 photo montage.
So, I wonder, what is the acceptable frequency of baby photo postings? I don't know. I've seen this baby's photo on FB every 2-3 days ever since he was born. Max... 5 days. Maybe that is the norm for some people? Not to me...
My Nombor Dua pet peeve:
The Home Cooked Food
This one is rather grey line. Maybe some people feel a simple homely meal like steamed fish, kailan and ABC soup is worth sharing. Maybe they believe others have not seen such meals before. Or maybe they thought it's a Masterchef feat. I dunno la. But seriously, I only see one thing, and one thing only.
Nak mintak puji, ni. You'll see that all the comments will be "WOW, look so yummy!", "OOHHHH, you can really cook so well!" and "Bo jio!"..hahaha. Now aint' that an ego-booster?
Don't get me wrong, I love to see what my friends whip up in the kitchen now and then.. you know, something atypical. Like, if you baked a quiche for the first time, like mua, yes, please post it!
OK, finish ranting!
Thursday, May 21, 2015
Life's Lacklustre
Today, I feel...
... like I'll never amount to anything in my life. I blame the media. Articles like "Most Influential Millionaire Before 40" make it worse. I used to dream big, but it's been too long... nothing is happening, and it is my fault. I have been following several design blogs for a few years now, and I'm seeing how much they have grown and progressed in such a short time. Their blogs have garnered thousands of followers and fans, and then they went on to collaborate with major departmental store brands or they have launched their own brand, wrote a book, went on book tours, had babies, took awesome photos, and living a fabulous life. And these are NORMAL people with good moderate sense, not those ridiculous high achievers with particular psychological traits that enable them to be who they are.
I guess I'm not bold as I should be if I want to achieve bigger things.
********
I wrote the above yesterday. And today I saw this:
... like I'll never amount to anything in my life. I blame the media. Articles like "Most Influential Millionaire Before 40" make it worse. I used to dream big, but it's been too long... nothing is happening, and it is my fault. I have been following several design blogs for a few years now, and I'm seeing how much they have grown and progressed in such a short time. Their blogs have garnered thousands of followers and fans, and then they went on to collaborate with major departmental store brands or they have launched their own brand, wrote a book, went on book tours, had babies, took awesome photos, and living a fabulous life. And these are NORMAL people with good moderate sense, not those ridiculous high achievers with particular psychological traits that enable them to be who they are.
I guess I'm not bold as I should be if I want to achieve bigger things.
********
I wrote the above yesterday. And today I saw this:
Dang, someone beat me to it. It looks lovely from the photo, something I envision for my own dream shop as well. And it is on Jalan Tan Hiok Nee. Can you hear me scream?
So there, midlife crisis is stabbing me again. Look what people have done to achieve their dreams, they opened a shop! At the most hippy location in JB! Selling lifestyle concept products! That was my dream too!
And here I am... not chasing it as hard as I should. I think this just kicked me in the butt.
I will be visiting. And maybe I will start doing something to that dream of mine...
Wednesday, April 08, 2015
The Nasi Lemak I Ate In Singapore...
...is like Superman. Underwear is outside wan.
If you are Malaysian, you will immediately ROFL.
I have not seen such an atrocious pack of the beloved meal before. Look at it, just look at it. THE BANANA LEAF IS OUTSIDE. It defeats the purpose of the poor sacrificed leaf. How will the rice stay fragrant!
And then... look at the sambal and the peanuts. PLEASE LA WEI. In Malaysia, we open the pack and start eating. This one? Must open little packets like cooking maggi mee. By the time I open everything, ambulance lai liao.
Nature of emergency : Prolonged hunger.
Never again...
Monday, September 01, 2014
Smokers
My father is a smoker. My husband is a smoker. And now that my smoker father-in-law has kind of moved in, I am feeling 'it'.
If I have a mole on my body that indicate I am surrounded by smokers, I will remove it. Without pain killers. Hold on, are they given in the first place?
All of a sudden, I have this rage against smokers. All these while, I said nothing, in fact, I accepted it. But lately, I am mad!
It takes a smoker to understand smokers, I know that. But I think smokers must also accept what a non-smoker thinks and feels. Right? So, here is what I think...
1. Smokers are self-indulgent. They will satisfy their craving regardless of anything.
2. Smokers have a weak willpower. The really addicted ones.
3. Smokers don't care about children.
4. Smokers get mad when non-smokers complain about them. Oh, this one really gets to me. They ask for understanding when we complain, but they don't spare a thought for the people around when they smoke! Like WTF!
I don't know how other folks succeed in making their partner's quit. For those who succeed, it is usually because someone in the house develop asthma, usually kids. And I can foresee that if I enforce in full gear, the smoker will get mad because I didn't use the soft approach, you know, the gentle coaxing and reward bullshit system. Seriously. W.T.F.
There, I've said it. After all these years.
If I have a mole on my body that indicate I am surrounded by smokers, I will remove it. Without pain killers. Hold on, are they given in the first place?
All of a sudden, I have this rage against smokers. All these while, I said nothing, in fact, I accepted it. But lately, I am mad!
It takes a smoker to understand smokers, I know that. But I think smokers must also accept what a non-smoker thinks and feels. Right? So, here is what I think...
1. Smokers are self-indulgent. They will satisfy their craving regardless of anything.
2. Smokers have a weak willpower. The really addicted ones.
3. Smokers don't care about children.
4. Smokers get mad when non-smokers complain about them. Oh, this one really gets to me. They ask for understanding when we complain, but they don't spare a thought for the people around when they smoke! Like WTF!
I don't know how other folks succeed in making their partner's quit. For those who succeed, it is usually because someone in the house develop asthma, usually kids. And I can foresee that if I enforce in full gear, the smoker will get mad because I didn't use the soft approach, you know, the gentle coaxing and reward bullshit system. Seriously. W.T.F.
There, I've said it. After all these years.
Friday, February 14, 2014
Marriage and Anti-Valentine's Day
When you're married with children, you stop celebrating love-related days. There are only birthdays because the kids want cake. Some couples are lucky to spend some nice quiet time with each other after the kids are in bed.
Last night, on the eve, I was alone. The hubz was attending some CNY dinner after golf, so I didn't see him the whole day.
And tonight after work, we are going to his golf buddy's house for BBQ party with other buddies and their families. No candlelights, but lots of beer. Which I don't drink.
V-day has slowly become an insignificant day. The only one that mattered was the one in 2004 when he proposed to me. This morning The Flying Dutchman said that this is the day where you put your woman on the pedestal and show her your love. And I'm thinking, what the, no such thing la you gullible girls out there. I mean yea, enjoy the attention while you still GOT IT, and then it will become a day you sulk and get angry because you feel cheated.
Wow I'm really feeling all the angst and negativity about love nowadays. And it feels awesome. It's just great to be feeling something again and I don't care what it is.
I don't want to compromise, I don't want to be understanding, I don't want to be NICE anymore.
What an F day.
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Down down
I was feeling meh for 3 weeks, even before the Lunar New Year. I don't think I was ever in a happy chirpy state since 2014 began. I hate the new weekend. I hate everything! NOT AWESOME.
The only awesome thing was that we watched The Lego Movie. IT. IS. AWESOME.
I launched my new wedding invitation cards on my Chinese birthday. I thought maybe I will be lucky because it is Jade Emperor's birthday as well. Haha.. I hope.
Meh...
The only awesome thing was that we watched The Lego Movie. IT. IS. AWESOME.
I launched my new wedding invitation cards on my Chinese birthday. I thought maybe I will be lucky because it is Jade Emperor's birthday as well. Haha.. I hope.
Meh...
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Meh
It's one of those nasty PMS moments again. I wish the husband knows what to do but he just pushes my buttons more and more. I'm angry and he's blur. I become uncommunicative and cold, and he doesn't know what I want, and he doesn't ask, and I interpret it as he doesn't care, and I don't want to tell him because I'd expect him to take the initiative. Oh vicious ding dong.
SO. The Chinese New Year is in 6 days.
The bathroom door is broken.
There are ugly wirings in plastic tubing sticking out of the garden.
There is still no washing area at the garden corner where he said he'll do.
The gate lights/wiring are screwed up but nothing has been done.
AND. He still has time for golf and drinking.
Last month, he widened the gate for better feng shui, you know, wider gate, more luck can come in.
But let me tell you this, ANY good feng shui won't work when you have an angry wife.
There!! PPPBBBLLLHHHHHH!
SO. The Chinese New Year is in 6 days.
The bathroom door is broken.
There are ugly wirings in plastic tubing sticking out of the garden.
There is still no washing area at the garden corner where he said he'll do.
The gate lights/wiring are screwed up but nothing has been done.
AND. He still has time for golf and drinking.
Last month, he widened the gate for better feng shui, you know, wider gate, more luck can come in.
But let me tell you this, ANY good feng shui won't work when you have an angry wife.
There!! PPPBBBLLLHHHHHH!
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Hiatus
I sincerely apologize for the long hiatus of posts. It's not that I abandoned you. I've always been here, staring at an empty template. It's just a digital traffic block, ya'know. Sometimes, I go away and hide in my cave for a while. They say men do this. So that means I have enough testosterone, yes? Anyhoo... I'll be back I promise. In the meantime, here's some tips to survive the haze...
1. Stay indoors as much as possible, preferably air-conditioned and with... see No.2.
2. Air purifiers. Trust me, it helps.
3. N95 masks. Yes, the bra type. Are you still using that dentist type? It's not good enough anymore.
4. Spider plants in da house. They are known as air detoxifiers.
Stay safe!
1. Stay indoors as much as possible, preferably air-conditioned and with... see No.2.
2. Air purifiers. Trust me, it helps.
3. N95 masks. Yes, the bra type. Are you still using that dentist type? It's not good enough anymore.
4. Spider plants in da house. They are known as air detoxifiers.
Stay safe!
Monday, October 29, 2012
Moody Cause
A little psychoanalysis. I noticed I get moody every week. Since April. I get a little depressed and loony, especially with the husband, sometimes for no apparent reason, not for what he did, but what he DIDN'T do. EVERY WEEK. It's crazy I know, and I'm kinda fed-up with myself. Do you know how emotionally tiring it is? I'm this happy chirpy girl who has to be angry every week. What gives, girl?
There must be a reason of some kind, I thought. A possible cause?
I'm filling my void with emotional junk. Yes, that's it. I healed physically, but I may not have paid much attention to emotional healing. We went back to our lives as if nothing happened. We never talked much or deeply about it. We never had any memorial of some sort. It was just too emotional for us, at least for me until now. He worked harder in the meantime, and had gotten stressed out at work, while I needed more attention. But I couldn't express it because I was clueless. I was just this occasionally-loony wife crying in the dark, mad at her husband, mad at herself and completely out of control of her emotions. Did I say I was clueless?
Thank goodness, I have my craft station.
There must be a reason of some kind, I thought. A possible cause?
I'm filling my void with emotional junk. Yes, that's it. I healed physically, but I may not have paid much attention to emotional healing. We went back to our lives as if nothing happened. We never talked much or deeply about it. We never had any memorial of some sort. It was just too emotional for us, at least for me until now. He worked harder in the meantime, and had gotten stressed out at work, while I needed more attention. But I couldn't express it because I was clueless. I was just this occasionally-loony wife crying in the dark, mad at her husband, mad at herself and completely out of control of her emotions. Did I say I was clueless?
Thank goodness, I have my craft station.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
McDonald's Petronas Skudai... NOT lovin' it
I had the worst service experience on Sunday 23rd of Sept 2012 around noon.
Mr. Pozali was serving at the counter I was queueing for. He was serving a patron before me, preparing his orders, and he spent quite a lot of time waiting for the kitchen to pass him the orders. This is what he does:
-Waits at 'kitchen collection point' for fried chickens. Places fried chickens on tray.
-Goes back and wait again for McChicken burgers. Places burgers on the tray.
-Rushes to pack fries, places them on the tray.
-Goes back to kitchen collection point and waits for another burger.
-Pours drinks into cups, and places them on tray.
-Passes the tray to patron and says 'Enjoy your meal!'
During all those times he spent waiting at the kitchen, why couldn't he take my order? I assumed it is their system ie. 'focus one by one'. FINE.
When he finished, he then took my order which is ONE bowl of porridge, I made payment, and he prompted the kitchen for the porridge. But this time, he didn't wait at the kitchen like he did previously. It wasn't 'focus one by one' anymore.
He suddenly became efficient and went on to take the next patron's order! WHY DIDN'T HE DO THE SAME FOR ME?!
And dear next patron took his sweet time ordering.
Patron: Mmm... ayam goreng dua
Mr. P: OK.. lagi?
Patron: Mmmm.... mmmm... burger ayam set tiga..
Mr. P: Ya.. lagi?
Patron: Mmm... nugget satu... tak, tak... eeerrr, nugget dua
Mr. P: OK... lagi?
Patron: Mmm... burger daging satu
Mr. P: OK... lagi?
Patron: OK, tu je.
(all this while, I am waiting like an idiot and fuming. Waves of angry heat is radiating from my scalp. Forget about me, I'm chopped liver)
Payment was made etc, and Mr. Pozali proceeded to assemble HIS tray with some of his orders first while my ONE bowl of porridge is still sitting in the oven, not retrieved.
WHAT. THE.
I was clearly very upset and very angry at his inconsistency in service.
NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT lovin' it.
Mr. Pozali was serving at the counter I was queueing for. He was serving a patron before me, preparing his orders, and he spent quite a lot of time waiting for the kitchen to pass him the orders. This is what he does:
-Waits at 'kitchen collection point' for fried chickens. Places fried chickens on tray.
-Goes back and wait again for McChicken burgers. Places burgers on the tray.
-Rushes to pack fries, places them on the tray.
-Goes back to kitchen collection point and waits for another burger.
-Pours drinks into cups, and places them on tray.
-Passes the tray to patron and says 'Enjoy your meal!'
During all those times he spent waiting at the kitchen, why couldn't he take my order? I assumed it is their system ie. 'focus one by one'. FINE.
When he finished, he then took my order which is ONE bowl of porridge, I made payment, and he prompted the kitchen for the porridge. But this time, he didn't wait at the kitchen like he did previously. It wasn't 'focus one by one' anymore.
He suddenly became efficient and went on to take the next patron's order! WHY DIDN'T HE DO THE SAME FOR ME?!
And dear next patron took his sweet time ordering.
Patron: Mmm... ayam goreng dua
Mr. P: OK.. lagi?
Patron: Mmmm.... mmmm... burger ayam set tiga..
Mr. P: Ya.. lagi?
Patron: Mmm... nugget satu... tak, tak... eeerrr, nugget dua
Mr. P: OK... lagi?
Patron: Mmm... burger daging satu
Mr. P: OK... lagi?
Patron: OK, tu je.
(all this while, I am waiting like an idiot and fuming. Waves of angry heat is radiating from my scalp. Forget about me, I'm chopped liver)
Payment was made etc, and Mr. Pozali proceeded to assemble HIS tray with some of his orders first while my ONE bowl of porridge is still sitting in the oven, not retrieved.
WHAT. THE.
I was clearly very upset and very angry at his inconsistency in service.
NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT lovin' it.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
The Police Force; JB vs Singapore
Having worked in Singapore and living in JB for more than 10 years, this is how I feel about the police force in the two nations.
Traffic police in JB makes traffic worse. Singaporean traffic police mostly will ease congestion or direct traffic appropriately.
I feel scared when I see a JB police although I didn't do anything wrong. I feel safe with a Singaporean police even though I did something wrong.
JB traffic police hide between the bush at the PLUS highway with speed cameras, pointing at traffic's direction (shoots the rear of your car). Singapore traffic police sit safely and clearly on overhead pedestrian bridges with speed cameras, pointing against traffic's direction (shoots the front of your car).
JB police are nowhere to be seen when they are needed the most. Singapore police appear almost everywhere even when they are not needed the most.
Why JB, why?
Traffic police in JB makes traffic worse. Singaporean traffic police mostly will ease congestion or direct traffic appropriately.
I feel scared when I see a JB police although I didn't do anything wrong. I feel safe with a Singaporean police even though I did something wrong.
JB traffic police hide between the bush at the PLUS highway with speed cameras, pointing at traffic's direction (shoots the rear of your car). Singapore traffic police sit safely and clearly on overhead pedestrian bridges with speed cameras, pointing against traffic's direction (shoots the front of your car).
JB police are nowhere to be seen when they are needed the most. Singapore police appear almost everywhere even when they are not needed the most.
Why JB, why?
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
I Hate The World Day
(wanted to post this last week but I was out of orbit in a hormonal sort of way)
I'm having one of those days where it feels as though some bad planetary alignment is causing me to become a cosmic bitch or something.
I am riding the worst ever emo roller coaster ride since last week. Worst part is that I can't control it. PMS is lethal. It's true because I was thinking of wanting to attempt to try to end my life last night. I can't even cheer myself up, let alone my pretty collection of fabric stash. For those who go through this every month or those who have been through this before, you know how it feels. For those who don't, I can't really describe it. I guess it's like drugs. Like a bitch drug.
But why is it so toxic lately? I told my hormones to f*** off for 5 minutes while I sit with a sane brain to rationalize my ups and downs. They say the top reason why women get angry, is usually because of their husbands/boyfriends/wives/girlfriends. Yes?
Yes. He's been very stressed about work. In fact, I can't remember when was the last time he WASN'T stressed about work. Poor guy. I tried my utmost best to be understanding and gracious though I didn't like those regular night out for drinks and not-coming-home-for-dinners. I know sometimes he has to, and sometimes he just wants to chill outside. I'm empathetic when he talks about his ugly encounters with ugly contractors. It makes me want to kill them. And then lately there were more stressed up days where he'd be so exhausted that he'll just doze off on the couch after dinner while I am hanging out with the kids. Poor guy.
Suddenly, I wasn't just going to 'let it pass'. This bitch ain't going to LET IT PASS. His work stress have been affecting me! And fueling my hormonal fire! We. Are. Both. On. Fire. These two weeks alone, I have been MAD at him FIVE times. FIVE! It's so tiring.
Oh please, my period, come already.
I'm having one of those days where it feels as though some bad planetary alignment is causing me to become a cosmic bitch or something.
I am riding the worst ever emo roller coaster ride since last week. Worst part is that I can't control it. PMS is lethal. It's true because I was thinking of wanting to attempt to try to end my life last night. I can't even cheer myself up, let alone my pretty collection of fabric stash. For those who go through this every month or those who have been through this before, you know how it feels. For those who don't, I can't really describe it. I guess it's like drugs. Like a bitch drug.
But why is it so toxic lately? I told my hormones to f*** off for 5 minutes while I sit with a sane brain to rationalize my ups and downs. They say the top reason why women get angry, is usually because of their husbands/boyfriends/wives/girlfriends. Yes?
Yes. He's been very stressed about work. In fact, I can't remember when was the last time he WASN'T stressed about work. Poor guy. I tried my utmost best to be understanding and gracious though I didn't like those regular night out for drinks and not-coming-home-for-dinners. I know sometimes he has to, and sometimes he just wants to chill outside. I'm empathetic when he talks about his ugly encounters with ugly contractors. It makes me want to kill them. And then lately there were more stressed up days where he'd be so exhausted that he'll just doze off on the couch after dinner while I am hanging out with the kids. Poor guy.
Suddenly, I wasn't just going to 'let it pass'. This bitch ain't going to LET IT PASS. His work stress have been affecting me! And fueling my hormonal fire! We. Are. Both. On. Fire. These two weeks alone, I have been MAD at him FIVE times. FIVE! It's so tiring.
Oh please, my period, come already.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
No...
...things are not so good around here. Japan earthquakes, tsunami, radiation leak threats. And I feel like shit. I'm supposed to waltz into the glorious trimester whereby I can eat like anything, have glowing skin and hair, and feel on top of the world, but I feel like shit. Yesterday, I cried because Bumbu Kampung played me out TWICE. I have been craving for their nasi paprik, and nasi campur but I got shit from them. Then the husband came home with chicken rice lunch and it was NOT from my favourite stall.
SHIT you Bumbu Kampung. I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you.
Another time and I'll issue you death threat.
SHIT you Bumbu Kampung. I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you.
Another time and I'll issue you death threat.
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
The Korean Kiss
We all love to watch a good kissing scene, don't we?
Lee Min-Ho, you had a lot of girls (and dudes) swooning at this scene in Personal Taste. Yes, the hubbie and I have been keeping our nights busy with Korean drama (men secretly enjoys these kinda rom-com shit). After this kiss scene, and not breathing for 2 minutes, I turned to the husband and said "How come you never kiss me like that".
I am impressed. I mean, in Korean dramas, the kissing scene ALWAYS sucks, literally. Their lips touch and then they become kayu. They freeze, with eyes closed, lips together, awkwardly. My 5 year-old can do better. I dunno man, are Asian actors still a bit conservative and shy to really kiss onscreen? Ang moh actors different, they play tonsil-tennis like hi-five. We cannot compare porn stars and chaste virgins. So, really, I think the Korean drama industry has come a long way. Now, we can look forward to the lead characters having sexual relations like what real humans do.
Pucker up!
ps. The OST for this drama totally rocks!
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Wassup
Influx of foreign workers into Singapore to fill in positions like bus drivers, cashiers, customer service personnels etc..
...leads to
Overcrowded sardined MRT trains during peak hours...
...leads to
More locals buying cars to travel...
...leads to
Heavier road traffic everywhere.
And then LTA decides to hike up ERP. Sometimes I pity the Singaporeans. The government seem to be herding them to a little corner and extort protection money from them or something. Malaysia not any better. Did you hear about the clown who said they don't need the Chinese and Indian votes to win? Way to go, Datuk Jo. We will always be in this race battle because faeces and humans cannot communicate.
...leads to
Overcrowded sardined MRT trains during peak hours...
...leads to
More locals buying cars to travel...
...leads to
Heavier road traffic everywhere.
And then LTA decides to hike up ERP. Sometimes I pity the Singaporeans. The government seem to be herding them to a little corner and extort protection money from them or something. Malaysia not any better. Did you hear about the clown who said they don't need the Chinese and Indian votes to win? Way to go, Datuk Jo. We will always be in this race battle because faeces and humans cannot communicate.
Friday, August 06, 2010
Causeway Bridge Bila Siap
Dear Contractors and the Board of Decision-Makers & Executioners of the JB-Singapore Causeway Bridge Project,
Don't be asswipes. Are your ears itching a lot lately? That's because hundreds of commuters are hurling insults at you guys every morning. If you are facing hiccups at the construction which is slowing it down, fine, we understand, hiccups happen. But please provide a better alternative road, one which is not riddled with potholes because this causes vehicles ie. the swarm of motorcycles, cars and buses altogether to tremendously crawl like babies who are just starting to learn how to crawl.
If you don't like to be stuck in a bottleneck jam, don't be the cause of it. You asswipes.
Sincerely,
Thank-God-for-iPhones
Don't be asswipes. Are your ears itching a lot lately? That's because hundreds of commuters are hurling insults at you guys every morning. If you are facing hiccups at the construction which is slowing it down, fine, we understand, hiccups happen. But please provide a better alternative road, one which is not riddled with potholes because this causes vehicles ie. the swarm of motorcycles, cars and buses altogether to tremendously crawl like babies who are just starting to learn how to crawl.
If you don't like to be stuck in a bottleneck jam, don't be the cause of it. You asswipes.
Sincerely,
Thank-God-for-iPhones
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Time Flies
With the end of the year approaching, I always think of you, all my dear friends. From my Convent schoolmates, to my UPM buddies. Wherever you are, I hope you are all happy, and doing alright, well-fed, well-clothed, and comfortable.
This year, I have so much to thank for. Everything is good that it worries me that it's too good to be true. And I'm sometimes convinced that good things, or even bad, never lasts. So I should never take things for granted. And always be ready for your worst nightmare because you never know when or if it will happen.
I'm a bit pensive recently, something like in a reflection mood, that's why I'm writing this. Perhaps I've been reading the newspaper everyday and there are kids and people dying, freak accidents, illnesses and terrible things that happen to good normal folks like you and me. As much as I believe in fate and destiny, I can't help by ask why did these tragedies happen, and why fucktards are the ones alive and terrorizing others and this supposedly peaceful world.
OK, someone please slap me.
This year, I have so much to thank for. Everything is good that it worries me that it's too good to be true. And I'm sometimes convinced that good things, or even bad, never lasts. So I should never take things for granted. And always be ready for your worst nightmare because you never know when or if it will happen.
I'm a bit pensive recently, something like in a reflection mood, that's why I'm writing this. Perhaps I've been reading the newspaper everyday and there are kids and people dying, freak accidents, illnesses and terrible things that happen to good normal folks like you and me. As much as I believe in fate and destiny, I can't help by ask why did these tragedies happen, and why fucktards are the ones alive and terrorizing others and this supposedly peaceful world.
OK, someone please slap me.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Nissan Latio
Few months ago, I gave up my faithful 5 year-old black Honda City and took over the champagne gold Nissan Latio from the hubz.
Long story short, inky pinky ponky, father bought a Latio, could no longer afford, son took over, inky pinky ponky.
Now, being quite a car enthusiast, a modern man in his prime would unlikely choose A Nissan Latio, champagne gold in colour. But being a good son, he gave up his beloved old model Camry so he could take over the champagne gold Latio. Problem solved.
But a car enthusiast is a car enthusiast. These folks cannot survive driving a non-trophy car for long. Their image is tarnished. They lose their identity on the road. They lose their voomness. They become depressed. So, after less than a year, the husband's backside itched. He was itching to get a white Accord. He proposed I sell my City and take over the Latio. Being an arts n' craft enthusiast instead, I didn't care. Besides, I was getting a newer car. Right? Who cares if it's champagne gold, right.
Wrong. I'm hormonal and I'm picking on this sucky champagne gold Latio. Ya ya ya, it's got better pick-up power than my City. Lighter steering, great for town driving. But the little things begin to creep up to your face and scratch it.
1. It's champagne gold coloured and I'm starting to feel the uncle-ness. Lin lao peh beh song ah, an tzua an tzua!
2. The seat recliner handle/lever SUCKS big time if you're not a muscular burly big man with STRONG HANDS. It looks and feels like cheapskate plastic. To recline or upright my seat, I have to use BOTH my hands and violently summon every ounce of my strength to pull it A FEW FUCKING TIMES before the seat responds. No, it's not stuck. It's just the way it is designed. Bloody morons.
3. It's a bumpy car. Not so much if you're the one driving it. But if you're the back seat passenger sitting in it from JB to KL, it's enough to send you straight to the porcelain bowl as soon as the car stops.
4. The misc compartment lid slams hard. The spring seems to be an unrefined industrial type. When closing the lid, it SLAMS. And that could wake a baby up.
5. The exterior design itself is NOT better than City. Seriously, ugly.
6. When you start up the engine first thing in the morning or day, it is seriously noise pollution. Sounds like a 30 year old junkyard car.
Did I mention it's champagne gold in colour? Oh well, a car is a car to me. Nothing more nothing less. The hormones hate it.
Long story short, inky pinky ponky, father bought a Latio, could no longer afford, son took over, inky pinky ponky.
Now, being quite a car enthusiast, a modern man in his prime would unlikely choose A Nissan Latio, champagne gold in colour. But being a good son, he gave up his beloved old model Camry so he could take over the champagne gold Latio. Problem solved.
But a car enthusiast is a car enthusiast. These folks cannot survive driving a non-trophy car for long. Their image is tarnished. They lose their identity on the road. They lose their voomness. They become depressed. So, after less than a year, the husband's backside itched. He was itching to get a white Accord. He proposed I sell my City and take over the Latio. Being an arts n' craft enthusiast instead, I didn't care. Besides, I was getting a newer car. Right? Who cares if it's champagne gold, right.
Wrong. I'm hormonal and I'm picking on this sucky champagne gold Latio. Ya ya ya, it's got better pick-up power than my City. Lighter steering, great for town driving. But the little things begin to creep up to your face and scratch it.
1. It's champagne gold coloured and I'm starting to feel the uncle-ness. Lin lao peh beh song ah, an tzua an tzua!
2. The seat recliner handle/lever SUCKS big time if you're not a muscular burly big man with STRONG HANDS. It looks and feels like cheapskate plastic. To recline or upright my seat, I have to use BOTH my hands and violently summon every ounce of my strength to pull it A FEW FUCKING TIMES before the seat responds. No, it's not stuck. It's just the way it is designed. Bloody morons.
3. It's a bumpy car. Not so much if you're the one driving it. But if you're the back seat passenger sitting in it from JB to KL, it's enough to send you straight to the porcelain bowl as soon as the car stops.
4. The misc compartment lid slams hard. The spring seems to be an unrefined industrial type. When closing the lid, it SLAMS. And that could wake a baby up.
5. The exterior design itself is NOT better than City. Seriously, ugly.
6. When you start up the engine first thing in the morning or day, it is seriously noise pollution. Sounds like a 30 year old junkyard car.
Did I mention it's champagne gold in colour? Oh well, a car is a car to me. Nothing more nothing less. The hormones hate it.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Why Oh Why...
... are morons still alive. Natural selection my foot.
1. The part-time model Kartika's caning sentence was postponed at the last minute. The officers picked her up, drove 200m from her house and made a U-turn to bring her back. "It's not right to do this during Ramadhan". I wonder if the same thing will happen this 31st when Kampung Buah Pala will be crashed down. The bulldozers might make an abrupt U-turn too. Then go off to some secret makan place to eat and drink beer while the politicians will make mercy statements like "It's not right to do this now. These people have no homes. OK, I'm going home to my mansion now in my BMW after stopping by Prada to get something for the spoilt daughter. Oh my life is tough". *up yours*
2. Andy Lau. Oh Andy Andy Andy. *shakes head disapprovingly* Why so secretive. What took you so bloody long. WHO the fuck cares you tell me. Except for maybe 3 or 4 delusional obsessive twerps (male and female) globally. The umbrellas stunt was funny. But it's ok, you still cute. You win.
Jeng jeng jeng. Itu saja sekalian berita moron hari ini.
1. The part-time model Kartika's caning sentence was postponed at the last minute. The officers picked her up, drove 200m from her house and made a U-turn to bring her back. "It's not right to do this during Ramadhan". I wonder if the same thing will happen this 31st when Kampung Buah Pala will be crashed down. The bulldozers might make an abrupt U-turn too. Then go off to some secret makan place to eat and drink beer while the politicians will make mercy statements like "It's not right to do this now. These people have no homes. OK, I'm going home to my mansion now in my BMW after stopping by Prada to get something for the spoilt daughter. Oh my life is tough". *up yours*
2. Andy Lau. Oh Andy Andy Andy. *shakes head disapprovingly* Why so secretive. What took you so bloody long. WHO the fuck cares you tell me. Except for maybe 3 or 4 delusional obsessive twerps (male and female) globally. The umbrellas stunt was funny. But it's ok, you still cute. You win.
Jeng jeng jeng. Itu saja sekalian berita moron hari ini.
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