How is Christmas Day so far?
1) The CPF Board unceremoniously deducted nearly half of whatever I have in my bank account. I took a year off paying my loans for my Polytechnic education since December 2007, so I guessed the year is over. A pretty sudden shock for me: didn't receive any "warning" that they are going to start my monthly repayment once again, either than or The Father, the only person in the family with access to the mailbox, failed to hand over the letter.
2) Was eating cheap Japanese Food when a waitress/server knocked over the chair that had my laptop and my bag. The LCD screen had gone wonky, no cracks though, thank god. The management refused to help their worker with bearing the cost of compensation to me, and expected her to take full responsibility for her actions. She's a minimum wage slave hailed from China, and I'm a minimum wage slave intern. I know she will have the difficulties, but so do I. We'll be compromising on how much each us us are going to pay, but still I have to bear the cost for repair first. Did I mentioned earlier that the CPF Board just unceremoniously took half my bank balance?
Money woes, I haz. Hate living from paycheck to paycheck. Now how the feck am I going to live with $100 till I get my next paycheck? Excuse me while I hope nothing goes wrong for the rest of the evening.
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Thursday, December 25, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Talk cock lah, Mark Burnett.
There's a report on Mark Burnett singing praises about Singapore, and why he choose to film the next season of The Contender in our country: that we did a good job with the Formula 1 race la, us being a stylish country la, stable country la. What bullshit! Of course sing praises lah, Singapore Tourism Board whored our tax-payer money to the production mah! And once again, they refuse to tell us how much they spent.
Uniquely Singapore mah arse la. Spending my money on something that I don't even watch ah!
Uniquely Singapore mah arse la. Spending my money on something that I don't even watch ah!
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Dear stupid Singaporeans, NOBODY is telling you to wash the dishes lah!
Seriously, guys. Seriously. WTF!
Picture Credit: SoShiok.Com
Apparently our Prime Minister, in one of his points in his recent National Day Speech 2008, gave the suggestion that we help clear our trays after we finished our food, perhaps at Food Courts and Fast Food Restaurants. Though I doubt the man has ever seen the situation of our Food Courts, being one of the more privileged people in this world (tagged with a high price tag as well), at least he brought this to our attention.
Shortly after comes the rebuttals from the citizens, who needs to share their two cents worth about the following issue on the Internet. Sources: Soshiok.com , SgComplainHub , Tomorrow.sg
Says one: "We shouldn't generalize about returning tray equates social graciousness. Many of these foodcourt workers are old men and women and they need jobs."
Says another: "When I was in the army I also washed my plates, so I need to do this in food court too?"
Says, the most imbecilic one from all: "We don't return our plates it's because FREEDOM allows us to do that and there is NO LAW that indicate that we must return our plates."
This leads me to ask the following questions: Am I actually living alongside and surrounded by fecking morons such as them? Did they actually studied in the same schools as I did in this country?!
I mean, come on lah! First of all, you morons are not getting the message. Don't know how to read between the lines, har? The Prime Minister just wants to tell you to think for the next person who's going to be using the Food Court table. That is called having SOCIAL CONSCIOUSNESS! Never mind whether he/she is a Singaporean/PR/WP/SP Holder. Basic Courtesy! He is not telling you to put on your gloves and whip out your scrubs to do some dish-washing!
And yes, don't be stupid, those aunties/uncles would not lose their jobs just because you help them with the table-clearing portion of their job scope. I'm sure if this practice of self-service table-clearing continues, I'm sure their employers would busy them with other duties that goes on "backstage" in this Food Court Orchestra: which is sure to include throwing the stuff into dishwashers.
National Service teaches you to be independent. Forces you to do stuff which your mother or maid has been doing for you. Oh come on, I've never been enlisted into my army, but haven't we been taught the same things since childhood? Can't you apply the skills and knowledge you've learnt? In our school canteens in Primary or Secondary Schools, we had big buckets infront of canteen stalls, where we can put our plates and bowls and what have yous back. You're just doing the same thing if you're returning the trays.
Even in the Polytechnic where the canteens we had worked like Foodcourts, cleaners were hired to push their trolleys around to collect the crockery and give the tables a quick wipe-down. It so happens that around 15,000 of us were distributed in the 4 canteens around the school, so you can imagine the horrible lunchtime crowd and the difficulty of getting any available tables. And those were the days you would have found me having no qualms clearing the mess left by the previous patrons, and wiping down the table with tissue paper, just so that me and my classmates could have a table to have lunch on.
Even till this day I still don't mind clearing the tables just so I could have a table with my friends or colleagues: at coffee shops, fast food restaurants, food court. But of course I draw the line when it comes to places where I pay a hefty 10% service-charge. And these are actions coming from someone who hates doing housework!
I was at a Thailand University when I was 18, for an Asian debating competition (Not to debate, really, I'm a lousy debater), so expect debaters from everywhere in Asia. We had our meals in their canteens which served really horrible food. The 'proud' Singapore contingent did what we usually do back at home: left our cockery on the table. I remembered that one of the ladies, possibly from the organizing committee, approached us and told us to clear the plates ourselves, pointing to the stations we could returned it at. These people must have been thinking: "These first-world country snobs, snortsnort."
Lastly: Mr SgComplainHub, do you really need the law to tell you what to do? PREASE LAH, use your brain lah! "We don't return our plates it's because FREEDOM allows us to do that and there is NO LAW that indicate that we must return our plates." Yeah seriously, I think you belong to the same league of people who leave the junk at ZoukOut parties or those big countdown parties. Or drop your flyers infront of mailboxes. Boh Zheng Hu mah! But thanks for the suggestion! Perhaps we really do need a law to force morons like yourself into social-conscious creatures!
Returning the tray is just like holding the door for someone. Or giving up the MRT seat to someone else that needs it. Or holding the lift for the neighbor who's ushering his/her noisy kids to school. Or pressing the lift buttons. Tree-hugging hippie it may sound, but it's simple acts like that make this place a better place to live in.
Mr Lee is so right. "It's going to take time to change the mindset". Unfortunately you are right, Mr Lee.
Picture Credit: SoShiok.ComApparently our Prime Minister, in one of his points in his recent National Day Speech 2008, gave the suggestion that we help clear our trays after we finished our food, perhaps at Food Courts and Fast Food Restaurants. Though I doubt the man has ever seen the situation of our Food Courts, being one of the more privileged people in this world (tagged with a high price tag as well), at least he brought this to our attention.
Shortly after comes the rebuttals from the citizens, who needs to share their two cents worth about the following issue on the Internet. Sources: Soshiok.com , SgComplainHub , Tomorrow.sg
Says one: "We shouldn't generalize about returning tray equates social graciousness. Many of these foodcourt workers are old men and women and they need jobs."
Says another: "When I was in the army I also washed my plates, so I need to do this in food court too?"
Says, the most imbecilic one from all: "We don't return our plates it's because FREEDOM allows us to do that and there is NO LAW that indicate that we must return our plates."
This leads me to ask the following questions: Am I actually living alongside and surrounded by fecking morons such as them? Did they actually studied in the same schools as I did in this country?!
I mean, come on lah! First of all, you morons are not getting the message. Don't know how to read between the lines, har? The Prime Minister just wants to tell you to think for the next person who's going to be using the Food Court table. That is called having SOCIAL CONSCIOUSNESS! Never mind whether he/she is a Singaporean/PR/WP/SP Holder. Basic Courtesy! He is not telling you to put on your gloves and whip out your scrubs to do some dish-washing!
And yes, don't be stupid, those aunties/uncles would not lose their jobs just because you help them with the table-clearing portion of their job scope. I'm sure if this practice of self-service table-clearing continues, I'm sure their employers would busy them with other duties that goes on "backstage" in this Food Court Orchestra: which is sure to include throwing the stuff into dishwashers.
National Service teaches you to be independent. Forces you to do stuff which your mother or maid has been doing for you. Oh come on, I've never been enlisted into my army, but haven't we been taught the same things since childhood? Can't you apply the skills and knowledge you've learnt? In our school canteens in Primary or Secondary Schools, we had big buckets infront of canteen stalls, where we can put our plates and bowls and what have yous back. You're just doing the same thing if you're returning the trays.
Even in the Polytechnic where the canteens we had worked like Foodcourts, cleaners were hired to push their trolleys around to collect the crockery and give the tables a quick wipe-down. It so happens that around 15,000 of us were distributed in the 4 canteens around the school, so you can imagine the horrible lunchtime crowd and the difficulty of getting any available tables. And those were the days you would have found me having no qualms clearing the mess left by the previous patrons, and wiping down the table with tissue paper, just so that me and my classmates could have a table to have lunch on.
Even till this day I still don't mind clearing the tables just so I could have a table with my friends or colleagues: at coffee shops, fast food restaurants, food court. But of course I draw the line when it comes to places where I pay a hefty 10% service-charge. And these are actions coming from someone who hates doing housework!
I was at a Thailand University when I was 18, for an Asian debating competition (Not to debate, really, I'm a lousy debater), so expect debaters from everywhere in Asia. We had our meals in their canteens which served really horrible food. The 'proud' Singapore contingent did what we usually do back at home: left our cockery on the table. I remembered that one of the ladies, possibly from the organizing committee, approached us and told us to clear the plates ourselves, pointing to the stations we could returned it at. These people must have been thinking: "These first-world country snobs, snortsnort."
Lastly: Mr SgComplainHub, do you really need the law to tell you what to do? PREASE LAH, use your brain lah! "We don't return our plates it's because FREEDOM allows us to do that and there is NO LAW that indicate that we must return our plates." Yeah seriously, I think you belong to the same league of people who leave the junk at ZoukOut parties or those big countdown parties. Or drop your flyers infront of mailboxes. Boh Zheng Hu mah! But thanks for the suggestion! Perhaps we really do need a law to force morons like yourself into social-conscious creatures!
Returning the tray is just like holding the door for someone. Or giving up the MRT seat to someone else that needs it. Or holding the lift for the neighbor who's ushering his/her noisy kids to school. Or pressing the lift buttons. Tree-hugging hippie it may sound, but it's simple acts like that make this place a better place to live in.
Mr Lee is so right. "It's going to take time to change the mindset". Unfortunately you are right, Mr Lee.
Friday, July 4, 2008
Telling them how to appease us is keeping them in power.
Yes, we complain a hell lot. We seem to demand a lot from the Gah-men. About the lack of bicycle-docking stations at MRT Stations. Not enough exercise facilities. Not enough jobs, not enough cash. All the complaining is "telling" them how to take care of us, and yes, they deliver. Wireless.SG? Yes, we haz. Plenty of covered walkways? We haz. Food reflexology paths? We haz. Lifts on every floor on HDB Flats? We haz. Job fairs? We haz.
We demand, they supply. We complain, they try to deliver. We're the customers, they are serving us as well as they can. Our complains tell them exactly how to appease us in many different ways, and all they're asking is for you to give them your support in the next general election. No one bites the hand that feeds you, huh.
So what if Singaporeans stop complaining about material things? The ruling-party wouldn't know how to entice them anymore, right? Which gives them more reason to NOT vote them for the next general election. Could this be a method used to get rid of the ruling party? Just a crazy thought from me.
We demand, they supply. We complain, they try to deliver. We're the customers, they are serving us as well as they can. Our complains tell them exactly how to appease us in many different ways, and all they're asking is for you to give them your support in the next general election. No one bites the hand that feeds you, huh.
So what if Singaporeans stop complaining about material things? The ruling-party wouldn't know how to entice them anymore, right? Which gives them more reason to NOT vote them for the next general election. Could this be a method used to get rid of the ruling party? Just a crazy thought from me.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
FACEPALM
Hanging out at the CowboyBar far too often is not good for productivity. But sometimes you learn new words from uncle JayWalk.
FACEPALM: The action, often triggered by experiencing stupidity committed by your fellow friends, colleagues, enemies,
DOUBLE FACEPALM: Similar to the FACEPALM action, but with double the exasperation. Especially after hearing that Mas Selamat escaped through a toilet window which was without grilles, due to a conflict with the window contractor.GeBIZ very difficult to use meh? Singapore so many other window contractor what!
FACEPALM: The action, often triggered by experiencing stupidity committed by your fellow friends, colleagues, enemies,
DOUBLE FACEPALM: Similar to the FACEPALM action, but with double the exasperation. Especially after hearing that Mas Selamat escaped through a toilet window which was without grilles, due to a conflict with the window contractor.GeBIZ very difficult to use meh? Singapore so many other window contractor what!
Life in Crutches - Part Two
A little knowledge about my foot injury, for anyone who bothers. In normal circumstances, I wouldn't have the need to know about detailed parts of this part of the human anatomy. As kids in school, we were only taught to summarize it in a four-lettered word called foot, or feet(plural)!
The picture above details the bones that makes up the structure of our foot - loads of long, cheem sounding words which you can use in conversations with people to make you appear a little more learned.
The car hit was impactful enough to break the front of the metatarsals of the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th toe of my left foot. Metatarsals are the long bones leading to your toes. Apparently, the injured metatarsus are now misaligned, leaning to the left, and will forever remain that way for the rest of my life even when the bones heal. Woot, exciting.
Interesting fact from Wikipedia: David Beckham broke his 2nd metatarsal of his left foot during a game (Man-U VS I-Have-No-Idea-Who, I don't care much for soccer) before the World Cup 2002, jeopardizing England's chances in the competition. The handsome one was no doubt a well-known media darling, which has lead to the metatarsals being coined the "Beckham Bone" eventually. WTF lah.
The first metatarsal, or the bone leading to my big toe seemed to have being torn away from the Cuneiforms or Navicular, or it appears like that in the X-Ray. Doctor says it might require surgery, which they'll decide after a scheduled CT Scan. The doctors of Grey's Anatomy are always suggesting either a CT Scan or an MRI ("Sheppard Sheppard we need a CT SCAN! BP'S DROPPING"), making it all really exciting, but I'm sure it's not going to be cheap.
The picture above details the bones that makes up the structure of our foot - loads of long, cheem sounding words which you can use in conversations with people to make you appear a little more learned.
The car hit was impactful enough to break the front of the metatarsals of the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th toe of my left foot. Metatarsals are the long bones leading to your toes. Apparently, the injured metatarsus are now misaligned, leaning to the left, and will forever remain that way for the rest of my life even when the bones heal. Woot, exciting.
Interesting fact from Wikipedia: David Beckham broke his 2nd metatarsal of his left foot during a game (Man-U VS I-Have-No-Idea-Who, I don't care much for soccer) before the World Cup 2002, jeopardizing England's chances in the competition. The handsome one was no doubt a well-known media darling, which has lead to the metatarsals being coined the "Beckham Bone" eventually. WTF lah.
The first metatarsal, or the bone leading to my big toe seemed to have being torn away from the Cuneiforms or Navicular, or it appears like that in the X-Ray. Doctor says it might require surgery, which they'll decide after a scheduled CT Scan. The doctors of Grey's Anatomy are always suggesting either a CT Scan or an MRI ("Sheppard Sheppard we need a CT SCAN! BP'S DROPPING"), making it all really exciting, but I'm sure it's not going to be cheap.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Was thinking about it,
All my life I've settled for the alternative, taking the easy way out, accepting my fate. When Art wasn't offered as an O'Level subject in my secondary school (there were only 3 of us who wanted to do it), I just accepted the fact. In Polytechnic, the 3D Animation class I wanted to do was so packed full, I didn't bother to try bidding for it. In the end they opened more classes to accommodate the overwhelming response. There was the School of Film and Media Studies as well,which many thought that I should be doing rather than my IT Diploma. They seemed to have far more fabulous modules, but the hassle of switching a course and starting all over again turned me off. When job offers came my way from friends, no interviews required, I took it up, simply to escape the painful process job-hunting and being given a rejection.
This horrible attitude ought to change. I have dreams, I have aspirations, but my actions so far didn't equate that I wanted them BADLY ENOUGH.
And now, I'm 24, a miserable looking resume filled with experience that wouldn't even contribute to what I want to do. Sure, I can type bloody fast and know how to answer bloody phone calls. But any screwup can do that as well. How to be a bloody freelance graphic designer or illustrator? Oh can you believe that I can't even use Photoshop, the most widely-used format in the industry? That I have chose to use Fireworks instead, because it was easier? I can't even use FLASH! 14 year olds can use Photoshop and Flash, they teach it in school these days, but fucking hell I'm ten years older than them and lack the fucking patience. I spent so much time fiddling around with Photoshop yesterday that I wanted to cry. Fucking steep learning curve.
This is one painful lesson to learn, and I learnt it the hard way. I'm planning to go back to school. I may only get that fecking degree only when I'm 27, but who really cares? But this time around, I'm just going to do something that I like, no matter what it takes.
This horrible attitude ought to change. I have dreams, I have aspirations, but my actions so far didn't equate that I wanted them BADLY ENOUGH.
And now, I'm 24, a miserable looking resume filled with experience that wouldn't even contribute to what I want to do. Sure, I can type bloody fast and know how to answer bloody phone calls. But any screwup can do that as well. How to be a bloody freelance graphic designer or illustrator? Oh can you believe that I can't even use Photoshop, the most widely-used format in the industry? That I have chose to use Fireworks instead, because it was easier? I can't even use FLASH! 14 year olds can use Photoshop and Flash, they teach it in school these days, but fucking hell I'm ten years older than them and lack the fucking patience. I spent so much time fiddling around with Photoshop yesterday that I wanted to cry. Fucking steep learning curve.
This is one painful lesson to learn, and I learnt it the hard way. I'm planning to go back to school. I may only get that fecking degree only when I'm 27, but who really cares? But this time around, I'm just going to do something that I like, no matter what it takes.
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