Going to the airport in half an hour’s time!
HEEHEE so happy! Japan here I come!
Sushi, Mt. Fuji, the Subway, Tokyo Disneyland… =DDDDD
Fun can!
But before I go, here’re some things to ponder over, as more food for thought for my absence of a week:
1. How far can a teacher go before his discipline becomes abuse?
2. How far can a teacher go before his lack of rules become negligence?
And of course lastly, a couple of photos I took for NUS Photog competition:
The theme for this year’s NUS Photomontage Competition is:
CHILDHOOD.
Cheem right!
My two favorite favorite photos above. Taken in the Serangoon North vicinity.
Well, that’s it from me this week!
I’ll see you soon! Till then, chill and have a fine attitude! 
I’m going to get right to this post.
Yes, Singaporeans are lazy. No doubt about it.
Okay, all Mankind can be said to be lazy. I mean, who doesnt want to slack around and do nothing, or at least, do minimal things?
But one thing that irks me is how people can go about their jobs, their daily earnings, their source of income, with such lack of enthusiasm.
Take taxi drivers for example. Taxi drivers are just so fucking lazy and annoying sometimes. Forget the drivers who have to change shift… I understand that they have to get to the company in time to switch out, if not they face some sort of penalty.
But it irks me when a taxi driver lowers his window, asks you where you’re going, and after you reply with an unfavorable answer like, “Serangoon Gardens” they say “Sorry Sorry, Boon Lay.”
Oh, for goodness’ sakes.
Why drive a fucking taxi then? Why offer transport services if the place you’re fetching to is specific and only, say, one or two out of ten will happen to be wanting to go to the place you’re driving?
What ever happened to catering to the customer?
So what, now the driver decides WHERE the customer goes? If you have some other matter to attend to, or you are heading a certain direction, then put up a BUSY sign and get straight to your destination! Only lazy Singaporeans will think of making a quick buck on the way to pick up kids, and let’s face it, what are the chances of meeting a passenger who wants to go the same location as you?
It’s so annoying! This does NOT happen in the US of A, or Australia, or even China. It’s so weird that the drivers can actually specify their ‘range’ of locations. It’s weird, and it sure will look that way when tourists want to get someplace and are told only certain taxis take them there!
That is plain lazy and crazy.
And sucks like anything, especially during rush hour.
Bleah.
I just realized that when one goes into Orchard Road, one needs to have a substantial amount of money in his or her wallet.
I just came back from shopping for presents for BC, and boy, was I tempted. HMV alone was tempting like siao. I wished I had $300 to buy the stuff I wanted. I calculated okay. S$300.
Then got New Urban Male, Bods.Bodynits, MPH… so many damn shops that happen to be my faves!!!
So darn furious I didn’t bring like, $500. I was sorely tempted to buy damn lot of things. Even Alaric wanted a $100 Airbus A380 plane model.
That’s all I wanted to say, really.
A lesson for all out there and a note to self. Always bring enough money when going out to city area. 
I just cannot tahan it. Once in a while, I’d read something about someone that makes me so pissed, even if it has nothing to do with me or my country or remotely about me.
It’s just that I’m a fellow human, thats why I’m hating some stuff which I’m about to mention.
I’ve mentioned this before on my blog.
If aliens were to one day come visit our world, they would be rather (not pleasantly) shocked by the state of human beings.
For example, how humans always punish others for their own problems.
Ever heard the famous line “My life is offcially over!” or “You ruined my life!”
News flash: Your life is never ruined by anyone else other than you.
To quote No Doubt: “It’s My Life, it never ends”
Nothing can destroy your life. Those who say that their life is over is horribly mistaken, unless, well, they’re lying on a deathbed about to breathe their last breath.
It sickens me when people blame, or even punish others for the measly, stupid and very very immature reason of “You ruined my life”.
Tantamount to saying “You broke my toy! I don’t friend you already.”
Of course, life isn’t a toy. But the same reasoning stands. It’s plain childish to blame or punish someone for so-called ‘destroying your life’.
You can blame someone for causing a fire. For not doing a task (Marcus, don’t get on my case pls ) or not doing his part of a project (D.Teoooo… ahem) but no way can u blame someone for ruining your life.
That’s the reason why it’s your life. YOU CONTROL IT. You control your life.
If your life is the way it is now, it’s because of your actions. No one caused any shit. Unless, of course, they took a knife and stabbed you and ruined your life in that sense.
But to punish someone for, say, unpopularizing someone else… well, it’s plain immature, stupid and THE WORST POSSIBLE FUCKING THING TO DO.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Columbine_High_School
Look at point number 2 about the Columbine High School killings. Wah, I tell you, if I were the parents of the poor kids who had died in the shootings, I WOULD BE DAMN FUCKING PISSED can! I would want to hunt down the parents of those two murderers and scream endless expletives in their face! Or maybe even more things…
It’s not natural death. It’s not an accident, where a driver was careless.
Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold outright went into a school with guns, AND FUCKING GUNNED DOWN THE STUDENTS (12 BY THE WAY, TWELVE) and ONE TEACHER!!!
And then they shot themselves!!!
If you were to click on their wikipedia page link (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eric_Harris_and_Dylan_Klebold)
you will find out that apparently they were unpopular kids with troubled personalities and even more troublesome habits and behaviors.
Okay, so you’re a troubled kid. It IS quite a big deal, because I kinda feel that troubled kids arent getting enough out of life.
BUT DO YOU HAVE TO FUCKING BRING TWO GUNS TO SCHOOL AND SHOOT THE FIRST 13 PEOPLE YOU SEE?!
FOR GOD’S SAKE!
If you’re troubled, you’re troubled! FINE! WE GET IT! Go to a psychiatrist. Go seek help. Go find support in religion!
But IN NO WAY are you ever GRANTED PERMISSION TO KILL SOMEONE!
Yes, by the way, this post is addressed to the two idiots (I won’t use the F-word so blatantly) Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold.
The fact that they selfishly thought that it was the world’s fault that they wre unpopular and bullied and losers was bad enough. But then they had to bring guns to school and kill LIVING HUMANS!
This is to all FUCKING IDIOTS who in the past have decided, yes, I want to bring a gun to school and kill everyone who made me unhappy in the past decade.
CAN YOU NOT BE SO FOOLISH AND A LOSER LIKE YOU ARE?!
Killing someone is only a sign to show just how loser he can be. If you kill without a proper motive, like idealogy or religion, it becomes nothing more than a show for attention, which frankly, whining and throwing tantrums achieves much more effectively. Doesn’t remove people off the planet either.
If aliens ever came to Planet Earth they would be outright shocked. I believe aliens have visited Earth already, so I can’t say much for them not wanting to come here ever again. Who knows, if they ever step foot on our planet and announce their friendly arrival they might be discriminated against. WHY?
BECAUSE THEY ARE DIFFERENT.
Yep. Because they’re different living things than we are.
And like the stupid, discriminating and immature humans that we are, we will start a war on them!
Wooohooo!
Sometimes, people get so stupid.
I titled this post ‘Tell-Tale Signs’.
For those of you who’ve read Edgar Allan Poe’s work, you’ll know the Tell-Tale Heart is this story about a man who lies to the police about him not killing his landlord. He had actually hid the body under the floorboards, but his own beating heart, which he mistook as that of the dead body mocking him, gave him away and he insanely admitted to his own crime.
I wonder how many ways are there to prevent someone from finding out you’re lying.
Marcus always demands that when I speak to him, I stare him in the eye. For the fun of it, I pretend to look down, but if it came down to it, I think it wouldn’t be too hard to stare at Marc’s eyes and tell a lie straight out.
Personally, when it comes to lies, I’m rather flexible about it. White lies are very much okay, because it’s all about saving people and helping others. Lies, when told in moderation, are okay. Lies, when told in moderation but are for the good of others AND yourself, are best. I frankly have no idea how someone can go through life not lying.
If a monk or something tells you that he has never lied before in his entire life, well, then, he is lying. A human has the natural instinct to lie, especially when such words will result in cumulative favor for him.
Many times I’ve lied. Close friends know this. My favorite habit is to knock forward my location a few stops. Shawn, Alaric and Marcus are very familiar with this trick of mine. Let’s say I’m at Ang Mo Kio MRT. When my friend calls, I’ll say I’m at Toa Payoh, effectively knocking forward my real location 3 stops.
Those 3 buds of mine have exposed my little trick many times. And one day, on the MRT, bored and on my way to meet with a certain Miss J, I was thinking about my tendency to knock my MRT stops forward. Why would I want to do that?
Of course, a big portion is that I’m late. If I weren’t late why would I even need to lie about where I was right?
But I realized I somehow have this inner feeling that if I said where I really was, I would receive a big freakout on the other end.
Shawn: Where are yoooou??
Me: Erm, erm…
Shawn: I’ve been waiting for half an hour already! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU LAH!
Me: Erm, erm… (looks up and sees Little India MRT sign) I’m at Chinatown!
Shawn: How many more stops to Vivo?
Me: Erm.. 2 more to Harbourfront!
Right. Like Little India is anywhere near the sea.
Imagine if I said the truth.
Shawn: I’ve been waiting for half an hour already! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU LAH!
Me: Erm, erm… Little India?
Shawn: WHAT! LITTLE INDIA! CANNOT! I’m going home! You go Tekka Mall lah. Go and buy some roti prata and eat. GOODBYE!
See. Just like that.
Following my little lie, it is very important to keep your tone of voice firm and steady. People like Shawn, Alaric and Marcus can see through me already, so no use keeping voice whatever whatever. However for people who do not know my MO, the way to prevent an over-the-phone Tell Tale Heart is to make sure you sound convincing enough that you’re in a location.
Me: Orchard! Orchard! So many ang-mohs! Tourists! Businesspeople! Solly, cannot hear you! All the business phone signals are interfering with my… hello? HELLO?
Cue End Call.
Of course, the best method is to not be late AT ALL. However, in instances when I’m late (which is often since I’m a very busy RI boy) the little trick to push forward your MRT stops is very useful.
I actually encourage it.
It isn’t really lying blatantly, if you think about it. White lies are ever so helpful in maintaining the function of our pretty, green dot called Singapore.
Isn’t that what politics is all about?
VOTE B4
Random thoughts I have suddenly…
- Random Thought One…
Got this off Jun Chang’s blog:
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Your dating personality profile: Outgoing – You can liven up any party. You’ve got a way with people and have little difficulty charming your dates. |
Your date match profile:
Liberal – You need a person who has liberal opinions and beliefs. You are engaged by political discussions and would find a liberal viewpoint refreshing in a date. |
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Your Top Ten Traits
1. Outgoing |
Your Top Ten Match Traits
1. Liberal |
- Random Thought Two:
Sometimes, sometimes, just SOMETIMES I get really tired of school.
As I’m typing this, my shoulders are slackened, my energy drained, my fingers lifeless. I am drained, of all this daily crap in school. School, oh school. Sure, it gives me something to do. But does it have to be so tough? It’s tough being a teenager all around. About 70% of this toughness comes from being in school alone.
Everything, all problems in a teen’s life, stem from school.
If school were not happening, parents didn’t need to nag and yell, I would not have to sleep every night at 12.30 am all cause I was mugging for some test, and there would be no disappointment at the end of a test all because of a stupid careless mistake. School strengthens character, they say.
I say school breaks character. School is so tiring, I just have no idea how to last this long.
Well, lucky for me, the only thing that keeps me going is music. People ask why I’m a music addict. If you’ve seen me around in school 9 times out of 10 earphones are plugged into my ears. Why? Cos I need the music.
Sounds fill my life with, well, life again. Music makes me realize why I’m living. What I’m living for. All this work and endless running, sometimes it gets really tiring that I just wanna give it all up. I cannot for the life of me imagine why I endure this stress, these headaches and these problems, day after day. These grades, these endless mugging, these problems, day after day. I really cannot tahan if one day, my hearing just disappeared.
So right now, I’m listening to Evan and Jaron – Crazy For This Girl.
- Random Thought Three:
I lurrrve the group Gaia on The Dance Floor. They’re superb lah! All those shaking hips. Such a new dancing thing they bring to the competition. And you know what else I lurve? Rachael Yamagata , who’s coming down to Singapore as part of the Mosaic Music Festival! I’m going! Those who are going too pls tell meeee! TY TY!!!
P.S I shall talk about the betterment of the channel called Channel 5 soon. How it is starting to please me with its programme lineup and that I no longer have to turn to cable so often.
P.P.S Updated the post on the Oscars with all the results. I know, a bit lag, but whatever.
=D Happy again!
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