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Exterminate em'

Bus drivers should just die. I'm not related to any of such imbecilic creatures, and i'm damn glad about that. Every single uneducated, talentless and downright lazy beings become utter idiots and then morph into bus drivers.

Transience

Boring sial.



Pills are important.

Whoa

WHAT THE HELL have i been doing the last 2 days?

I've only just started reading through PRMP notes,
I only reached minute 9:03 of Lady in the Water
yet i managed to re-watch Eurotrip.


Ahhhh well... what you gonna do...

GOT a letter saying i'm registered as a relief teacher. Can you imagine? Me as a relief teacher? Nah i won't think too much of it, only 'registered' as of now. Think the schools have too many semi-retired teachers that can watch over a class (a.k.a. sit and be useless). Gosh there's so many things i'd wanna do than just sit down and silence pupils (hey word... long time!).


IN other news, Will & Grace still rocks my socks - almost a year after it went off air, and about five years since i first watched it. Here's the typical WAG scene(s), with Jack and Grace.





"Stealing quotes should be a crime."

Re: Reflection: 020307

Things are starting to get a little simpler here.

I finally have a chance to watch Lady in the Water. Like been wanting to but thanks to AM and MLE, had to postpone. Till now. Heard it sucks. But i'd give a fingernail just to watch one more of Shyamalan's twist. Yeah i like em' twists.



I restrained myself from talking further.

Reflection: 020307

I realised that i don't really talk about myself in this blog. Sure, there were mentions of myself in situations like those in the Service Hellsent post, but seldom is it specifically about me . Some may wonder why, because this blog doesn't reflect the real-life me in that aspect, coz apparently i'm a me person.

Well Precisely. That's what i think a blog is for - to be a different person, simply because I can. Not to the extent of schizo, but till where my alter ego can express his takes on everyday situations. It is named after him as well. Ok i must sound deranged at this point. But it is my contention that a blog should be a platform for diversity in order to enable a person venture out of his norms into a world other than the one he is living in.

That's a load of made-up crap.

Ok in fact i think this blog should evolve. I'll try to make it more mainstream. I'll post pictures of myself - i'll post pictures. I'll tell people what my day was like. I'll talk about people around me. I'll post pictures of people around me.

Know what, forget it. While typing all that i realised something else - a blog should be free to go where it will go. Of all people, i shouldn't restrict myself on what to write about. Like what did i swallow.

There goes nothing.



People are stupid when in love.

Service Hellsent

I wonder what's up with customer service in Singapore. People are rude, fake, snooty and some are just plain weird. Compare us to any other country man... kk except the one up north... trying to find even minutely commendable service staff is like looking for genuine Prada in Geylang Serai. I believe it's just Singaporeans... being Singaporean and a proper service staff just doesn't gel somehow. My god even the SIA cabin crew are said to be robotic.

I was at this perfume shop some weeks back. 10 seconds after i walked in, I saw her coming from the corner of my eye. Instantly, the tune from Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho played in my mind. Soon as she offered assistance, i asked about that Ferragamo perfume on the shelf. Yes, i had to ask - of coz only to interact with her to have some fun. Like how much info do i need about the same ol' edt. I don't even need anymore perfume coz seriously, SIX is enough - i even had a dream of getting a seventh one while the eighth looms behind - you know how dreams are.

Kk so as expected, she ain't very friendly. Surprise surprise. Right. Anyway, as i stood there not knowing what else to ask, she started looking down at my feet area. I thought it could be my Puma shoes she's admiring. But nooo... it was a freaking piece of whatever on the floor. AND she started kicking it towards the direction of the exit - towards ME!! I slowly walked away to avoid her - oh yes, I’m just a measly customer after all. I was stumped... it felt like i left my body and went to retail hell - i mean... i never expect decent service from singaporeans but boy was that a new low. Of course, it prompted my "Why are you that rude" comment as i walked out.

Looking back i wished i had kicked her in the groin. Like that's the only action her vagina will ever get anyway. Yes, she looks like someone who dun get any. An angry virgin. Like take off her panties and you'll see rust. Ok enough.

It's not a one-off experience spurring a whole series of generalisation on my part btw. I'm sure some remember the "You're so gonna win for customer service" retort i made to one Auntie Anne's aunty. There's also those direct attacks like the many "Bitch" remarks i hurled towards girls and guys alike, and a "Chee Bye" dedicated to one Delifrance bitch. I know... but she really was being a big giant croissant-baking, pasta-microwaving, beret-wearing vagina.

And today, i went to orchard and tampines to 'shop'. In town there was just one 'good enough' service by my books - she was polite. Fine. Then there was the SIA staff who's a far cry in my opinion - like the first thing i wanted to say was, "Hey... do you wanna book a flight to PLEASE SMILE when talking to me?!!" The guy in tampines was just a geek, i forgive him. Too peeved to recall anything else.



If I say Prison Break sucks, I’d offend a lot of people.

The Emancipation of Crazy

Why can't all of us be random and carefree and full of parody like that?

Because we not so free.

But i wish we were. We should make ourselves that free.



One day, friedrich-angushausen.blogspot.com will publish a post written totally in Malay.