my grievances

You know what really irks me?

Vehicles moving slowly on the fast lane. Buses, lorries, trucks, vans, beat-up cars that should have been made into scrap metal five years ago, etc. Even worse are those BMWs and Mercedes Benz thinking that just because they have a car that can go fast, they are eligible to use the fast lane although they're moving at 60kmh. Sucks. I think that there should be a ruling about going slow on the fast lane, since because they won't budge (even after flashing and honking), you gotta overtake on the slow lane and that is dangerous and seriously annoying.

Also, I can't stand lorries and trucks driving recklessly, weaving in and out of traffic. I understand that time is of the essence for them, but driving like a maniac when you're carrying a whole lot of furniture/chickens/rubbish just won't do! Seriously, like someone I know said, they're garbage drivers by day and mat apong rempits by night.

Another thing that really, really annoys me is people flaming smokers, ala this celebrity blogger named Xia Xue (sia suey?) and an ex-manager of mine. I understand that smoking in air-conditioned rooms suck, but if there are five smokers and ONE non-smoker in a room, I guess that majority wins. Too fucking bad for you. Wear a mask next time and bring an extra bottle of cheap perfume with you.

All this anger stems from the flaming I hear from non-smokers. For example, in my previous workplace, I would smoke in the corridor outside my office. Once, after smoking, I went back to my cube and my manager sitting next cube to me decided to announce to half the office that SOMEONE (duh, it was me, bitch) was brainless for smoking, it stinks, it smells, it's the end of the world, etc. She then proceeded to spray some aerosol.

I wanted to blow smoke in her face. Seriously. As much as I dislike blowing smoke into people's faces, I just wanted to do that to her. I didn't smoke in front of her. I didn't even smoke anywhere near her. My fault was that I was smelly. I smelt of smoke as one would smell of pork oil after sitting next to a char koay teow stall. A colleague mentioned that she was breast feeding, and that she has a baby back home. Your baby's at home, isn't it? I didn't smoke around your baby, did I? I didn't even smoke around you, bitch. How did I harm your health? I don't see you condemning the guy with very bad b.o. for half the office to hear. Isn't very bad b.o. worse?

You know, if they lived 50 years ago, they'd all be smoking. I believe that it's the recent campaigns against smoking that made people jump on the bandwagon and condemn smokers. Face it, we all jumped on bandwagons. Difference is, your bandwagon don't smoke. Ours do.

These non-smokers say that it's bad for health, that smokers are senseless for smoking around non-smokers, that they don't wanna die just because someone else smoked, etc etc. I feel that they've created an elitist stance against smokers. Just because we smoke, that don't make us any dumber. I fucking know that it's bad for my health. But then again. so's driving! It stresses me out unbearably. and we know that stress = bad juju. Cars also emit gases that is harmful for our health and environment, and because of cars (or rather, bad drivers), a lot of fatal accidents happen. More than people dying from second hand smoke, I'd think. I don't see these pompous asses campaigning about banning bad drivers, banning cars, banning people who drive slowly on the fast lane.

So yeah, before this Xia Xue so scathingly condemned smokers, she should have comtemplated about her own driving abilities, or the driving abilities of those around her. She could have inadvertently caused a few hundred other people's stress levels to go up, thus leading to a higher risk of stroke.

But you can't win them all. A justified argument against my opinion is that you need to drive. You don't necessarily need to smoke. Screw you, take the goddamn bus. Humans should just commute around in plastic bubbles.

However, I would still respect you if you told me nicely to not smoke around you. Start holding your nose and saying nasty things, I won't just blow smoke in your face. I'd get other people to do that too.

Also, drive on the slow lane if you want to drive slowly. And next time you stop your car right next to an eaterie full of people, remember that the gas from your exhaust is harmful, so kindly turn off your engine.

The end.

I wanted to write something more profound after months of not blogging, but since I haven't fallen so damn sick since mid of last year, I'll blog about this instead.

Falling ill sucks. Body aches, sore throat, pain in eyeballs, etc. But the upside is I get VIP treatment. Heh heh.

Also, I haven't left the house in 24 hrs, since I came home from the clinic yesterday. Hoho!

I went for dinner at a kopitiam and because it was packed, I sat next to these three youngsters. Two girls and a guy. The next 20 minutes were excrutiating, I wanted to stab them with my spoon.
First off, the two girls spoke with accents. One of them spoke with an awh-ful English accent, while the other was trying (poor soul) to pull off an American one.
The English accent girl sounded slightly authentic, as if she grew up in England. Till she said that 'Oh in Russia the people overthrew the monarchy and killed their king. In England, the people never did such a thing.'
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_I_of_England#Execution
And I'm not even English. Thank you Edward Rutherfurd for writing London. I've learnt a lot.
Aiyoh, you nono England history don't talk so much laaaah....... Your mouth must be so tired trying to immitate the stiff upper lip riiiight.... Cannot shy ar...... pretending to be foreign but don't know jackshit......
The other girl was just .. sad. I label her as one of those who speak with an accent after a 2 hour transit. Oh, she also doesn't really fancy Mousy Dong. Thanks for sharing, twat.

What I miss most about student life is skipping class and waking up to the click clack of mahjong tiles. Going downstairs knowing that lunch will be ready. Alternating between playing dota against AI (yes very sad I know but screw yooooouuu!!), watching something on channels 551/552/555/556 or taking a nap.
Which is why I love public holidays. Rotting at home is da bomb!!

Driving in Penang, Part I - Motorbikes.

I've been meaning to blog about this for a few months now but didn't really get down to it till today. Here goes.
Driving in Penang is a real asshole. It's one of the worst things on earth, I imagine. If there's one reason to ban motorcycles, it's Penang motorcyclists. They weave in and out of traffic, think they're invincible and carry a trillion motorists' curses on their back. If you bang them, you're wrong. If they bang you, you're wrong too. Catch-22 at its sweetest.
They never indicate, they wait right in front of the line at traffic lights and when the light turns green, they take their own sweet time to move. They ride in the middle of lanes like they are driving trucks, they carry one passenger, 4 children and an ironing board all at the same time. They jump lights, they get violent on you, they gang up on you, the list goes on. You really, really think, where are the police? If their excuse is they can't catch these motocyclists, then I would like to get me a motorbike, go around robbing people knowing that Hey, the police won't be able to catch me. I'm pretty much kingpin! Stupid excuse. However, the police aren't entirely to blame, although if law enforcement was more stringent like in other countries especially the superkiasu one down south, these errant motorcyclists wouldn't even dare to carry a kettle whilst riding.
Continuing on the train of thought, the police aren't entirely to blame. It's the mentality of these people who break the law and have entirely no regard for other motorists. They have the brain of a chicken. Yes, it's true and proven. These people are dumb. To those law abiding, sane motorcyclists, hallelujah! you're one of the few.
They're talking abt enforcing seatbelts for the backseat, I suggest that these people come to Penang, take a look at the motorcyclists carrying 5 pillon riders plus a ladder or what have you, and decide which they should enforce first: seatbelts or law for motorcyclists.

As you grow older, things begin to change. A few years back, someone wrote me a romantic poem titled 'For Julia.' Now, the only thing I get which is titled 'For Julia' is a 54-page attachment regarding some fuddy duddy terms I don't understand.

A few months after the hype, I've finally been brainwashed by our local radio into liking and even downloading the song Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis. And I can't stop listening to it, dammit!
Work's so far been trainingtrainingtraining, and it feels like school!


we're one and each other

My first day of work and I actually forgot to bring my handphone. God.
Genius Tan indeed.

I start work in less than 10 hrs, and this means no more sleeping at 3am and waking up past noon. Woe! It's exciting though, but lotsa people tell me that very soon I'll be so sick of it. Oh dear. Let's just enjoy the feeling of anticipation for now, and dread it later.
No more lotsa things, eg. afternoon naps, slacking around (which I've been doing for the past month), spending like money drops from heaven, etc etc. Shucks.
On a side note, this trip to KL was quite fun despite a few worries from someone who was afraid that I might be bored. I got to watch a guy down 10 bottles of vitagen without puking, with a sort of agreement that next time he'd try to down 15. It's not easy, downing lotsa vitagen. Guaranteed diarrhea, if not immediate puking.
Best of all, I spent the weekend with the most precious, most patient darling, and I couldn't be any happier.

USMA is so fooking retarded. I called up to ask about my results and I got transferred 4 times, twice to the same guy who gave me the wrong extension. He sounded like he just woke up. Totally spoilt my morning, I felt like screaming at them.


RETARDS.


And I still haven't got my results. Technical problem, apparently. GOD.