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.
Blow your soft kisses my way... That way I would know you want me to stay... I don't want to chase no more... The more I chase the more i bore... This feeling I feel inside is hard to explain... I tried to avoid it but its here again... Its a feeling that pulls at my hearts core... I'm saying this just so you know... All you have to do to make me stay... Is blow your soft kisses my way...
I'm writing my story. The story of the life I have lived. The pains that out-weigh the joys. The tears that fell from these lonely eyes.
The choice of ending is puzzling. It has to be finished minutes before the last time these sorrowful eyes close.
How can this be done you might ask for we never know when that unavoidable end comes.
If I have to write it, the only way is for a tragic suicide that ends the pain. A final pain that may lead to the euphoric salvation I hope awaits. If I what lies beyond is not the salvation i hoped for then it would be just one more disappointment. But...the very last disappointment.
Then there is another option for an ending... You. If you hold my hand. You have the power and the ability to finish what I cannot do alone. For you can write the ending after I'm gone. A natural way. Not having to play God in order to finish the book.
You decide.
The ball is in your court.
"Friends will keep you sane, Love could fill your heart, A lover can warm your bed, But lonely is the soul without a mate." - David Pratt
Is this fight worth it anymore? Whats the point when nothing seems to go right? I try to stay strong and hope that it might But somehow the tell-tale signs show that its a pointless fight.
I never wanted to fall in the game of life and love.. But tonight I find myself contemplating suicide. For all the souls that actually cared I bid farewell. But I can't live no more in this pain filled hell.
Idle mind = Devil's workshop goes the saying ...but I have realized that the Devil's workshop bit was just the initial phase of the Idle mind.
After this phase comes what I believe people commonly refer to as "Soul-searching".
Though I may have pushed someone away in the process of reaching the "Soul-searching" phase, I guess if they got pushed away so easily then they never really wanted to stay in the first place.
The think that has been missing in my life is the Adrenaline rushes! The playing with fire. The breaking the rules of morality. The pushing life to the the brink of death acts. This is what I need. This is what I will achieve.
The world is full of self centered people and I was an easy target cause I walked with my heart on my sleeve.
I am not talking on a personal note (or maybe I am...you decide)
this effect i speak off can be highlighted in Katy Perry's Hot & Cold.
only diff in real life this game is usually played by the females of our species.
what happens is the woman treats you like a gift in her life.
its all good...till the guy starts feeling the same way.
Guys... if you feel the same way.. keep it to yourself ... coz more often then not .. its just a game....u speak up and the tide changes. Seen it happen one too many times. If you like her... its in your best interest to keep it to yourself ..
She came and she spoke Not accepting just friendship I didn't want to go further But she didn't care none the less.
She does it all subtly
But the problem is all she is doing is making a sale of a pipe dream She has no intention of staying. Ur just a game. Another accomplishment? Food for Ego?
She holds your hand Just to let go when u finally hold back Like a cruel Succubus when done feeding Leaving its victim exhausted instead of dead
I have only recently heard bout your video with Ray J through my friend. Yes this is old news for some but it was new for me.
Being a watcher of "Keeping up with the Kardashians" you sort of starred in many of my boyish fantasies.
Due to this you must understand that I was like a 5 yr old on Xmas morning when I got home. I started surfing the web for this video that you "starred" in.
Found a site that does online streaming of such videos and had to wait a whole half hour for it to load. I was prancing up and down all excited like a soon to be father of a newborn prancing up and down outside a delivery room.
I finally got it all done and sat down to watch the show that i was so anticipating for. I must say that I am utterly disappointed.
You lay there like a a cold piece of salmon on a grill. when u were done on one side u simply flipped over. You have crushed my fantasies.
You were to me the Goddess of Asses but you didn't live up to expectations. You didn't make use of yourASSets in the video at all.. there was no doggy no cowgirl no reverse cowgirl. just a cold fish being flipped over without making hardly any sound whatsoever. How could you Kim ? How could you kill my dreams ?
I strongly suggest for any future productions of this nature you take into consideration what I have said.
Regards,
Tas Gill
P.S : Does Khloe have any such videos ? lol
In the world of the blind the one eyed man was King - anonymous
some people call me a snake. I would like to take this time to agree. I shed my skin when the situation calls for it. I don't harm others. I don't do it to be unrecognizable by my peers. I am not a snake in that aspect.
I do it to shed of bad parts of my life. to shed of something i would like to forget. to come out of the situation standing strong and proud with a fresh vibrant skin coat.
in that aspect a Snake i am
I only bite if I feel threatened. and that's nothing to do with being a snake. its human nature. but like a rattler a warning will be given before the lunge is made
"You know, you can touch a stick of dynamite, but if you touch a venomous snake it'll turn around and bite you and kill you so fast it's not even funny." Steve Irwin
most of you should remember the movie "Good Luck Chuck" for those who don't ... seriously ... what the hell are u waiting for ? GO WATCH IT!
the story is bout this guy who got cursed by a girl when he was devil worshiping girl when he was younger that which ever girl he has a "relationship" with will marry the next guy she dates.
now u must be wondering why Good Luck Tas then ?
well there is a twist in my version. the idea came about when Nemo and I walked into Botak Jones at Woodlands and saw my ex with her new bf. initially it put me off. when I saw her I was like WtF!!! I was so irritated i couldn't think and forgot to try and recognize who the new bf was.
anywho...
the bf walks over to the drink shop to buy a drink. this made for a better look at him and from what i saw he was trying to see who I was as well. now I don't know if this was coincidence or the fact that his nut sack probably slammed on to the floor once he recognized me....but he dropped whatever he was holding in his hands when trying to walk back to his gf.
I was all smiles
You might ask why would he be scared. well back in the day I was the reason he had to get a nose job done. it was so awesome knowing that she was dating a loser. one that hides under the skirt of his uncle. the uncle that lifts his skirt and runs when he sees me.
and based on Nemo's observation. I am better fucking looking! wahahahahahahaha
He can have my sloppy seconds :) haven't smiled this wide in years.
so yeah after all this I was thinking back on past relationships ... naturally. and the issue has always been that parents don't accept me due to vibrantly colorful past i lived.
and that my dear readers is the reason why from now on I can be called Good Luck Tas.
Ladies.... if your parents are very strict and have issues with the idea of you dating around. Come see me. I will straighten the situation out.
Once they learn that you are dating me. They will accept anybody .. just as long as it isn't me :)
remember the days when the white skinned ppl use to frequent the beaches of Sentosa ? I think those days are coming to an end. what was seen yesterday was a culture shock. Indian Nationals / China - men / Filipinos / Indonesians / Punjab men with boom boxes playing dhol beats - were the main occupants of the once beautiful island resort. and the handful of white women that we did manage to see were chased off with the cat calling of these ppl.
Sentosa should learn how to Quality Control....seriously. Impose some sort of fine for these ppl who misuse the island and torment the proper crowd. Don't make the Resort Island of Singapore look like as if it is in competition with Batam.
I know some people are going to say that what I am saying is not fair. tell that to the women that were harassed with the so called "paparazzi" following their every move with camera phones. Using the sinks in toilets to take baths ? what the fuck is that about. The showers are fucking vacant.
ok now that the complaining is done. lets continue over to the events of the day
drinking from 2pm to 11pm (beer belly - Check!) beating Indonesians at beach soccer (cuts on leg + suspected broken toe - Check!) running into the open sea after (salt water on wounds = pain - CHECK!!) drinking somemore to hydrate myself (doesn't work - Check!) losing to Indian nationals at beach volleyball (embarassing - Check!) Doing a Baywatch run towards a Beach Patrol Buggy (Don't run when drunk - Check!) taking a shower with one bar of soap divided into four (Paki stand by with food while bathing - Check!) Eating like scavangers (Free food taste good - Check!) Getting ready like a bunch of girls while the girl in the group waited for us (We are too cool - Check!) Walking down to Cafe Del Mar for Sandsasion Sundaz (waste of time - Check!) driving drunk to Tanjong beach to check out "The Shack" - old KM8 (No Banglas! / Indian Nationals / China-men / Punjab boom box men / Indons / Pinoys - Check!) Standing at the carpark listening to house music making plans while the Mel falls asleep in one of the cars (4 drunks not good at making plans - Check!) Drunk driving down to Siglap in a two car convoy while passing 1 Traffic Police Car and 2 Traffic Police bikes undetected (Drunk men make cautious drivers - Check!) Watching Chelsea beat Manchester Uniteds ass in Penalties. (Awesome fucking day comes to an end - Check!)
"You're not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on" - Joe E. Lewis
preps for cafe del mar on a sunday sandsassion are in place company in place but since i am gonna be in sentosa from the afternoon i am thinking of building a sandcastle i have no idea why but i have the urge to build something maybe its due to the lack of constructiveness that i have been facing whatever it is a sandcastle it will be i wonder what i should name it
havent jogged for 2 weeks now feel like a fat fuck again stupid flu isnt helping matters fucking irritating sniffs
sunday at del mar would be good a long needed soak in the sun
