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Tuesday, January 27, 2009 @ 8:44 PM
[ Don't touch my stuff ]


I don't really like it when people touch my things without permission.

You don't go into people's rooms and assume that you can use the stuff there without asking for permission first. It's just rude, really. You could be friends with somebody for 50 years and unless the person has given you explicit permission to use their stuff, "Feel free to use my hairbrush for as long as you live", you simply don't saunter into a room and use their stuff without permission first.

I'm pretty germophobic too, and I personally find it fucking gross when people touch their feet, or happily put their hands on grimy tables at the kopitiam, or pick their noses in public and then wipe it on the mrt train wall.

So I really don't like it if someone who's been out the entire day or been god-knows-where, sitting at kopitiams or on roadside curbs, comes over and sits on my bed. Or anyone else's bed, for that matter. That in my head is just horrendously gross.

It's not too much to ask for, is it?



Sunday, January 25, 2009 @ 3:22 PM
[ You don't own me ]


I hate it when anyone thinks that they're the boss of me. And I will resist and fight back. With words not fists, because I'm a hippy deep down inside.

Well, if someone who knew what the fuck they were talking about, or was genuinely concerned about me, and decided to (somewhat) be the boss of me, I'll listen. But if it's someone who's a fucking loser in life and doesn't know fuck-all trying to give me 'sound advice', then they can really just suck their own ass.

Whatever. People.



Friday, January 23, 2009 @ 11:56 PM
[ Old fucking people ]


So pissed off with old people right now.

1st incident: Get into cab. Take cab. Cabfare costs $6. I only have 2 $2 notes and a $50. I give $50 note and feel slightly apologetic. I actually checked if I had coins to supplement my $2 notes so I wouldn't have to give the cab driver my $50 because I know cab drivers hate giving all their loose change and having a $50 note instead.

Cab driver sees my $50 note, is immediately dismayed and annoyed, and mutters to himself in Mandarin, "Walau what a big note, the cabfare so little then give me $50 note" and kept clicking his tongue irritatedly to himself.

I get pissed, and I say, "UNCLE, it's not like I PURPOSELY gave you a $50 note you know. It's not like I PURPOSELY sat on your cab so that I could BREAK my $50 note. It's not like I did it on purpose."

And he says in Mandarin, "You think yourself lah. Sit such a short distance then give me $50 note." And I retort, "Uncle, I only have $2 notes and a $50 note. You want you come and look in my wallet la! What do you want me to do??" I jsut stopped short of saying he can take my $2 notes and give me back my $50 note if he's SOOOOOO MOTHERFUCKING UNHAPPY.

Fucker gives me my change, an extra dollar actually but hell if I'm gonna give it back to him, and I slam his fucking taxi door.

HONESTLY, it's not like the fucker was changing shifts or anything. He HAD notes with him. Then what am I supposed to do, break all my notes before I get on your motherfucking cab is it? Fucking piece of shit.

Incident 2: Rude shoving auntie at NTUC who squeezed her way past my mom and me in order to get to the cashier even though my mom seriously had the right of way. You had to be there to see it. I glared at the fucking auntie all the way, but obviously she was oblivious to it, what with her fucking thick old auntie hide and all. Fucking rhinocerous skin she has. Bloody old cow.

Incident 3: Happened 4 minutes after Incident 2. Rude uncle who thinks he can anyhow anyhow squeeze past trolleys at the cashier. You know how when you want to exit NTUC or some other supermarket or whatever, before you actually ENTER the cashier lane to exit, you see if the lanes are crowded? Then you choose a lane that won't take much effort to exit and then you move out. Plus, my mom and I were at Huugang's NTUC, it's not the most spacious place in the world. They don't give you 5metres worth of trolley space per lane like Giant Hypermart or something.

So this asshole comes up behind me, wanting to exit. The lane, SERIOUSLY, is full. There's my trolley, and the trolley that belongs to the woman from the cashier beside mine, and no space in between that. And the trolleys are big. And my mom had just had her knee operation and is standing in front of my trolley settling the bill so I'm afraid to hit her if I move. And this guy says, "Can you move not?" And I say, "I can't, it's FULL." And it really is, my mom and I were at NTUC during peak hour, it's fucking close to CNY, so imagine the fucking crowd. And this guy says, "Just move a bit la, what's so difficult?" in an insolent tone.

KANINABU JIBAI. I honestly had to zip my lips because I knew if I opened them I would be saying some fucking unpleasant shit. Like, fuck you and your fucking mother. Or something. Or just Fuck you. Whatever. Old fucker.

Incident 4: Oh wow this got me pissed off man. I'm on the train, and I sit down. I'm seated beside, guess what, an auntie. I bring my hair to the front, I DID NOT flip my hair, and I'm completely oblivious, and this bloody auntie gets all riled up like a fat stupid imbecilic pig, exclaiming, "Aiyo! Why you flip your hair like that!!" and starts brushing at her arm where my hair had touched it, brushing her arm off vigorously as if I've got rabies.

You know, if she had been more polite about it, I really would've been fine. If she had glared at me, I would've apologised. But she was so rude and making a BIG DEAL OUT OF FUCKING NOTHING that I said, "I'm sorry, but it's not like I did it on purpose you know. It's not like I PURPOSELY flipped my hair so that I could swipe your arm. What's the big deal?? Walau just relax la! Can't you be more polite?" and I raised my voice slightly, too, so that people on the train would notice.

I drew at least a bit more notice than the woman on the train who was slapping her young son (about 7 years old, I reckon?) on the face.

He was disagreeing with her about something (he wasn't shouting, screaming or crying), he wore spectacles and clothes and had a hairstyle that made it appear as though he was a smart little kid who read books on planets and dinosaurs, and his mother gave him one tight quick slap on his face. And then another slap. She was so quick, you could barely see the slap. She was like Flash, the comic book dude, only you'd call her Slap, because she was so quick and slappy. Call her Slappy, or Slap, or Quicky Slappy.

ANYWAYYYYYYY. Back to my rant about this rude MRT auntie.

FUCK YOU if you think that I'm just a person who will take a fucking stranger's crap. YOU CAN SUCK YOUR FATHER'S DICK. Wait, you probably already do. Fucking asshole bitch ass auntie. And she was holding a plastic bag and it was TOUCHING MY BAG. So you have YOUR boundaries but I cannot have MINE is it?! FUCKING HELL.

When this woman got up at her train stop the back of her fugly purple shirt was stuck in her fat ass ugly pants. That's what you get for being a demanding, rude, fucking bitch. Your clothes get stuck in your pants, you get camel toe, people can see your nipples through your shirt even though you aren't aware of it, everyone thinks you're fat, you hate yourself, and guess what? Everyone hates you too.

Oh by the way, I'm currently PMSing, so anyone who annoys me is an automatic enemy. I don't like blaming PMS, so I'll just blame all these old ass motherfucking people instead.
JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE OLD YOU THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH ANYTHING IS IT?
JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE OLD YOU THINK YOU HAVE THE RIGHT OF WAY TO ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING?
JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE OLD YOU THINK EVERYONE HAS TO GIVE WAY TO YOU IS IT?
JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE OLD EVERYONE MUST FUCKING RESPECT YOU??

I say, FUCK YOU. Fuck all you old and middle-aged people who think that you deserve the right of way to everything. Just because you're closer to dying DOESN'T mean that you automatically deserve my trust and respect. Being old only means that you've got more age on you, and nothing else. Being old simply means that you've gained a couple more years on me, and you haven't gotten anything else. You don't fucking deserve SHIT.

Oh, and as a disclaimer, the 'old people' mentioned in the above 4 incidents were younger than 60 years old. If they were like, more than 70 years old I wouldn't get pissed because, hey, old people DO get cranky right? So that's cool.

BUT THESE FUCKERS WERE YOUNGER THAN THAT. They weren't that old. They were just people who're older and think that they can get away with shit. Fucking assholes. Hate them all.



Wednesday, January 14, 2009 @ 11:39 AM
[ Please don't carry my bag ]


Guys who carry their girlfriends' handbags for more than 2 minutes are faggots. Guys who can relinquish their manlihood and carry around their girls' girly Gucci handbags for an entire day seriously need to ask their fathers for lessons in being a true man.

And those 2 minutes that they're holding their girlfriends' handbags had better be because the girl is tying her shoelaces/ putting on a plaster/ adjusting her bra/ tying her hair/ any activity that requires both hands, she needs space to do her thing, and/or she needs to bend over (and I don't mean during sex).

If the girl is looking at makeup or other pretty shiny items, making a phonecall, feeling lazy, scratching her eye, tying her hair, playing with a puppy.. she is still able to carry her own handbag. Really.

Any girl that doesn't mind her boyfriend looking like a feminine, nutless piece of human being for the small convenience of not having to carry her own handbag needs a whipping. Or a talk. Whichever works best.

Go guys! Be a man! Do the right thing!



Saturday, January 10, 2009 @ 11:58 PM
[ Newton Faulkner ]




Fucking epic.

The same guy also sang the below song. IMHO, pretty fucking amazing. (/amaze, people)



Who would've known it was the same guy?



Wednesday, January 7, 2009 @ 11:09 PM
[ Boyfriend ]


It's nice having a boyfriend. Having a companion, having him around, doing things or not doing anything at all, as long as you're physically together. The mere presence of what-is rather than a what-if is a comfort.

I think whatever I'm saying is a more muted version of how I actually feel, because I don't really want to end up waxing lyrical about the miracles and joy of love on the blog. Certain things you say, and other things you keep private. Without discretion we would be nothing but unhinged, runaway yapping dogs and chattering monkeys in a room. (If that makes sense.)

"Dog. Raow raow raow."



@ 6:41 PM
[ Ugly women ]


It annoys me when guys (but not all of them) think that women who look like the girl-next-door (and I don't mean pretty girls-next-doors) are "not bad looking", that average -looking women who pile on the makeup are "pretty", or that women who simply show off some skin but have average/crappy bodies are "hot".

STRANGLE! MAUL! DECAPITATE! SLIT THROATS!

Grow some eyes already, boys! Don't let your heads get ruled by your cocks. Not every woman who has a pussy and a couple of tits is worth gawking at. If you're gonna ogle, at least make sure the woman's got some bloody standard!

The next guy who tells me some ugly chick is hot, I will rip his head off.
Verbally.
Metaphysically.
Too bad - not physically.



Tuesday, January 6, 2009 @ 10:57 PM
[ Twentyfour?! ]


I JUST realised that I will be turning 24 this year. OMG! What the fuck? *scrambles around* *knocks over a table* *bangs her 24-year-old knee* CURSES!

I am seriously dreading turning old. Age gracefully? Damn you, old age, because I'm putting up a fight! My weapons of mass destruction include botox, and maybe a discreet nip and a tuck elsewhere. Hell, I'll botox my armpits if I need to.

(Actually some people do botox their armpits.. because they sweat in copious amounts. Mmm delicious!)

Only men can be old and appear 'distinguished'. (And even then, not all men can do so.. chee ko peks don't count okay.) It's the rare woman who still looks 'distinguished' or 'handsome' with her face full or wrinkles and cakey makeup. Ugh. And at any rate, do I wanna look distinguished at 60? Or super chio? I'll settle for super chio if I can hahahahahahaha.

Oh I crack myself up. A super hot 60-year-old woman rocking it.. lol.



@ 2:35 PM
[ Hello 2009 ]


Christmas came and went.

New year and came and went.

And now we're here. 2009. And I still haven't gotten my grades for last semester, even though I start school in a week. Or was it this week? I no keep track lah.

But my grades from last semester are looming close and making me nervous because there's a possibility I might fail. Network Management really isn't any fun. I applaud all those people doing IT out there but I wonder how they do it. Because it isn't easy. And not very fun. Conceptually, it is, but practically, it's not very fun is it?

And I've mentioned the word 'fun' 3 times in one paragraph. Stimulating.

I am currently holing up at home and doing homey things. Like WoW (thanks to Larry) or being with Avis or spending time with a few friends. But it's all lazy shit. No heavy clubbing and stuff like that.

Maddie moves in phases. This is the Shit Ass Motherfucking Lazy Phase right now. You wanna go to the mama shop? Sure, only if you're driving. Wanna take a walk? Well not so much a walk as a sit-on-the-couch.

A few photos of New Year's will come soon. Everything will be on facebook, mainly. Isn't that always the case? Can't bloody expect ten million photos on one blog, can you? Unless chew are a sooper famous blogger la then that one donch say la hor.