its all about me, really...

SNAFUs, TARFUs and FUBARs just about summarizes the world we live in.

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Location: Bukit Panjang, Singapore

Be gracious to one and all.

Monday, November 28, 2005

me, myself and I

Complaints complaints complaints. I thought I had enough of these but nonetheless, I have another one to add.

Can anyone recite or even remember pledge we learnt in school ?

"We, the citizens of Singapore. Pledge ourselves as ONE UNITED PEOPLE..." wait a minute wait a minute. "One united people" ? Don't make me laugh. We can't even uphold the very second sentence of the pledge. I STRONGLY feel that maybe that line should be amended as "... Pledge ourselves as me, myself and I, and I alone."

I didn't want or expect our good, friendly and courteous fellow public transport commuters to give up their seats for my pregnant wife but should they be so obvious in not wanting to do so ? People just chat away heartily, giggle, laugh, whatever. My wife even told me two "really nice" ladies even went to the extend of staring at their mobile phones, pretending to do something on it when they saw my wife approaching on the LRT.

I suspect the hospital secretly implanted an embedded piece of magnet in our arses when we were born. I suspect that public transport companies secretly embedded pieces of magnets in their seats so that commuters will stay 'glued' to their seats since seat belts are no available in buses and trains. Why is it so that not even one fella is willing to give up his/her seat to a pregnant lady (or old lady for other issues).

Did all kind souls died and gone to heaven?

I'm seriously comtemplating renting a car for the period just before my wife is due to deliver. I can't trust the public enough for taking care and watching out for her while she's being jostled about in buses or trains.

People who read this post, if you think this post touched a raw nerve, yes, I meant it to be so. You should be ashamed of yourselves.

But to those who do give up their seats to the more needy ones, a big KUDOS to you all.

*The above reference to the Singapore Pledge is meant for comment purposes, and to assist in the composing of this post only. In no way was it meant to disgrace or insult the Pledge.

Friday, November 18, 2005

irked me again !

I had a dinner appointment with my long-lost secondary school classmate. We've not met nor keep within communication distance for like 15 years. It wasn't until earlier this year that he scoured the net for my contact number. Well, I'm certainly glad that he did. We had a great dinner at Carl's Jr. at the newly renovated Marina Square, and our catch up conversation was even more fabulous.

Seems like everything's nice and wonderful ? That was just the ending portion.

After my previous post, I somewhat cooled down a bit. Just to have it started all again just about an hour before my dinner appointment took place.

"Crime" scene: Marina Square Level 3 male restroom.

"Offender": somewhat well dressed middle aged male. Businessman look.

"Victim": me. AGAIN !

After doing some business in the newly renovated restroom, I was washing up at a posh looking basin. It was squarish and huge. There were about 4 of these basins in a row, with sufficient space in between to reduce and/or prevent splashing from the sides. I was using the right-most basin and then there was this middle aged male, maybe I should call him "uncle", who looked quite well dressed, in long sleeved shirt and pants, with the "I'm-All-Business" kinda look, who took up position in front of the basin on my left.

Just when I was done washing up, that uncle finished washing his bloody hands and he just shook his hands above the basin like both his hands caught fire. Right, you guessed it. His hands were still wet and all those water came attacking my face, body, arms and hands ! This completely caught me off-balance and I let roll a "KNN!!!" in dialect. I jammed my eyes wide open and stared the hell right into his eyes, hoping needles would come out of my eyes and poke him! He was like stunned for a moment and he had the audacity to just swagger his filthy arse out of the restroom without even muttering a word of apology.

I can't believe I was at the receiving end of such atrocity once again. Even the accidental roll of mild vulgarity in dialect failed to wring out an apology. Am I a failure or what. The only saving grace was the dinner appointment with my long lost pal.

I rest my case.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

What irks me...

A pretty normal day for me ALMOST ended normal. After I was off work, I was queueing up behind another customer at the Jollybean counter, eagerly waiting to buy just a piece of my all time favourite snack: peanut paste pancake.

I was picturing myself savouring on the pancake when my sweet daydream went up in smoke. Fury invaded my mind and the clear blue sky of my daydream suddenly became dark and filled with thunderstorm clouds. I was so busy daydreaming that I did not notice another aunty jumping the queue with my peripheral vision. She was standing about 5 feet away from the queue and she was idly snaking her way sideways towards the queue.

I could kick myself in the rear if I could. I would have stepped right behind the customer in front of me when she walked off. Instead, I lingered for JUST a second longer, that queue jumping aunty ZOOMED right in front of me! What made me feel worse was, there was nothing I could do to change that. I'm not a verbal person, and I'm too lazy to poke my finger on her shoulders to tell her off. Thus, I got "eff'ed" by the small voice in my head.

I don't know if feeling angry and/or furious is being right. I mean, I could have and would have given her my place if she had asked me in the first place. Nothing irks me more than such puny action of queue jumping.

So, ladies an gentlemen, comes the BIG QUESTION. Should I have been more gracious and be more tolerant of such people ? Before you give your view, let me set the record straight by saying, "I would have to be a stupid fool in order to be gracious and tolerant of such actions." Period.

Saturday, November 12, 2005

Cool MMORPG

Got to know this cool new mmorpg when I visited David's site.

Its got cool cartoonish graphics. Best feature I like about it is, this mmorpg has got 11 types of classes of characters to choose from. Almost every action in the game is controlled using the mouse. Battles are turn-based. Lots of quests to complete, skills to learn, etc etc. Graphics is smooth and not jerky. The game runs on Shockwave Flash and requires only 43Mb of diskspace.

By the way, if any one of you happen to visit David's site, read his latest post, titled: "The Men Commandments". A highly recommended read for guys and gals.