dinner was good. the drive home after that was alright.. the turn into my carpark... fucking annoying.
I understand from time to time we have "heartland upgrading" as they so put it but here's the annoying bit. the dumb fuck construction workers have sealed off ... not one .. not two .. not ten... but TWENTY parking fucking lots!! I mean the space is already limited and the residents who own a car actually pay for parking spaces on a monthly basis (otherwise known as season parking) and these morons cordon off TWENTY LOTS!??!?
even then i kept my calm .. i drove around looking for a lot.. sort of a needle in a hay stack kinda scenario but i went through it anyways. to add to it .. there were no lots... NO LOTS!! so seeing as to the next best option was to go to the multi-level lots we have in the vicinity ... i had to drive up 8 levels to finally find a lot.. so muttering under my breath and dreading the walk down the stairs... I parked anyways.
NOW... seeing as to I pay my monthly parking charges and the lots were cordoned off by contractors hired by the government...It would be safe to assume that I did not have to put a parking coupon since i am a season parking holder of the lots they so kindly segregated for their own personal use.... right ?
well here's the deal .. i just realized about a half hour ago that I had forgotten some documents in the car. Sooooooooooo......... I walked down to the multi-level lots ... up the staircase and to my car to see a $50 fucking dollar fine!!??
WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THAT?!
someone is gonna get farked in the face tomorrow when i head down to the town council
Over the past years or so...Singapore has an interesting (annoying) increase in the number of foreign workers. Personally I have no issues with the Malaysians and Filipinas (& Filipinos - but particularly the Filipinas) that come seek a living into our borders. What I do hate are the Mandarin only speaking PRCs (for those who do not understand what PRC means .. Peoples Republic of China)
Why do I hate em?
WELL .. IF U MUST KNOW.. when there are locals out there who can do the same work and earn some pocket money to at least contribute to their households... the jobs go to the foreigners .. due to it being cheaper labor .. ok the Malaysians and the Filipinas do speak English. so thats ok .. even the Indian/Paki/Bangladeshi bunch speak a certain amount of English.. enough for daily use. BUT for some reasons jobs go to PRC nationals who refuse to speak English .. learn to God damn Language for FUCKS SAKE!!
How can they give out work permits to these fellas coming to this Cosmopoliton country and not be able to speak the basic English? not everyone in the world speaks MANDARIN!!!
but today I was surprised by one PRC... not because she could speak English (cos she couldn't) but she was different from her usual CUNTrymen.
The PRCs in Singapore walk around like they own the place. They spit on the floor. Bad table manners. Speak at the top of their voice no matter what time of the night it is. Sort of a Hillbilly in New York City kinda scenerio.
They feel they should be given more attention coz they come from the Motherland (Singapore being a majority Chinese Country)
So anywho...
I was waiting in the Nasi Lemak line to buy my dinner when two PRC women came after me and joined the Q after me. One of em had a moustache on her face... this amazed me coz Chinese are usually hairless. And she was talking in a thick motherland accent .. speaking Mandarin of coz and LOUDLY.
the "Ah-Pek" probably got excited that he had two women to serve that he totally ignored me who had been there 10mins before them. So he speaks to them in Mandarin and goes in to get their Nasi (rice). When he came out and asked them what were the add-ons they wanted. She told him that I had come before her and he should serve me first. He answered her that its ok I can wait. and when he said that I was about to walk off feeling a bit disgusted.. but then "Ah-Ma" came to the rescue. His wife gave him a tongue lashing about service. and once more the PRC woman said serve me first. I was a bit ashamed coz just 2 mins earlier I was attacking her with tweezers in my mind and this woman was actually well mannered. I told the "Ah-Pek" nevermind serve her first I can wait. and the "Ah-Ma" apologized.
But at least now I know that not all PRC nationals are fucked up ... only a Majority of em.
has it really been that long ? Two years ? Seriously ?!
well anywho...2010 sucked balls anyways.
so ollo 2011....how do u do ?
the year pretty much started slow.... oh wait who am I kidding... I was laying "dead drunk" on Siloso Beach on NYE... who would have imagined... but a good way to start the New Years I would say ... I shall not go thirsty this year -takes a sip of his wonderful black nectar produced by Guinness of coz-
People disappoint. They turn to you when they need something and ignore you when they don't. That's the norm of the society we live in today. People who judge others and refer to them as losers more often then none are in the same boat. Basically its the whole pot ridiculing the Kettle's blackness.
What gives them the ability to do so?
When they sit back on their thrones and pass judgement on our doings is it alright for us to pull them back to earth and show them the cracks in their own lives ?
There used to be a time where I believed in Karma. But then I looked around and saw that a lot of nice people had shitty stuff happening to them as well. So does Karma really exist or is it just a fable to make one feel better.
Should matters be taken into your own hands or should we just turn our other cheek for another slap ....a slap that will come if nothing is done to stop it.
Over the past few days I have been feeling somewhat dazed and lethargic. I needed an escape from reality. To live in a fantasy of some sort. Thank God Ms Qatar came to the rescue. She was flying down for a flight and since she wasn’t using her Hotel room, she offered it to me for an escape. So naturally I accepted the offer as I needed to sort stuff out. And this could somewhat be taken as a holiday away from home –literally.
So when I got to the room I an Ms Qatar chatted a bit and then she was off to do the stuff she had planned to do. I wasted no time in filling the tub with steamy hot water and jumping in together with a copy of Jackie Collins’s “Married Lovers”. What can I say .. the woman is an excellent author. And about 2 hrs later when the water had gotten all warm and my skin all wrinkly like I was not 28 but 82 instead, I got myself out of the relaxing soak and took Jackie Collins to the bed. And after another hour or so... I had worked up an appetite :P
So this is where the idea of my “Social Experiment” came about. I pulled on my “Hogwarts School of Magic & Wizardry” t-shirt and put on a pair of OP beach shorts. With the Novel in my hand I decided to go down to the coffeeshop near Zouk. Since it was daylight out and I had a novel in my hand I guess the vendors of the various stalls thought me to be a foreigner. There was a girl standing at the Char Kway Teow stall. Chinese – mid 20s – not too bad looking – Singaporean (not one of the PRC asswipes). So I decided to have some fun
“Excuse me... could I have and order of Char Kway Theow” – I said sprouting an Ang Moh accent.
“Sure Sir... you want the $2 one or the $3 one” – She replied with a smile on her face like i was some kind of movie star.
“I’m rather femished so I guess that would be the one that’s $3”
“Sure Sir... Have a seat.”
Then it was time to do the same to the drink vendor. Once more in an Ang Moh accent....
“Excuse me could I have an Iced- Coffee”
“Sure Sir ... Have a seat I will bring your order to you”
I took my seat and opened up the pages into the world of “Married Lovers” and after roughly about 2 mins the drink vendor arrives with my “Kopi-Peng”
“ Hi Sir, here’s your Iced-Coffee”
“Thank you”
And that was followed by the arrival of the “Char Kway Teow” ...
“Sir... Your Char Kway Teow” – another girl had delivered the order .. same race same age group but a tad bit better looking then the last – not to forget she was all smiling and cheery
“Oh Thank You...How much do I owe you for that?” – still sprouting the accent
“That would be $3 Sir”
“Sure” – I handed over 2 $2 notes
“Here’s your change Sir – Enjoy your meal” – still all smiley
Now here’s the thing. This is not my first visit to this same coffeeshop. Why do Singaporeans behave this way when they think the guy they are speaking to is a foreigner? Isn’t being from what is considered to be Asia’s Capital good enough? Do I have to be from some White-raced empowered country to get someone to be polite to me in this nation?
This is how the same order would have taken place if I had come in without a slang....
“Char Kway Teow - $3 – Eat here”
“K – Sit where?”
“Smoking area”
“Ok go sit”
And the drink order...
“Uncle Kopi-Peng”
“Go Sit I bring”
“K”
And when the order comes
Drink order
“Hello - $1.50”
“Thanks”
Char Kway Teow order
“Lai $3” – followed by the slight push on the plate when put onto the table
“Thanks” – handing over 2 $2 notes
“Na!” – handing back the change.
Its quite sad if you ask me that the people of this country do not find the need to be polite to their own.
Singaporeans should learn to drop the whole “angkat bola” attitude and learn how to be nice to their own people as well – despite colour, race or religion. The white men have come and gone. They ruled and they left. Yet the mentalities of the Singaporean average Man is still conqured.
I took some time away to see from the light of a clearer day I realized that an old lesson was being thought again how could i have forgotten how could i have been so mundane
it was foolish for me forget the goal at hand to let it happen and not make a stand
So here I am from where i stood before no more thinking and dreaming of blood and gore
you came around with your promising words. disturbing the peace of mind I had. I was happy with the way my life was headed. and then you decided you'd try to change it.
I told you I didn't believe in love. you told me it was a gift from up above.3
you got me hooked like a prized fish. and now all I get is the cold dish.
why did u bring me up so high. when all u wanted to do was leave me to die.
The game is over and you played it well. meet you again in the pits of hell.
