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.

Me No Woody Allen

Ok i've seen several blogs where people complain. That's an understatement. Basically, people vent their frustrations through blogs, and many do it at the expense of offending others, intentionally or not. Many blogs come to mind, including one where a person literally jazz-ed up her name. But i must highlight that it is of no intention of mine to offend anyone here, nor is it related to that jazzy person ; ) Read with an open mind.

Anywhoosintheloo.... the last day of Year 2 has passed, and i can sum it up with just 1 word - Script. Writer. Ok technically it's one word divided into two.

When i think of scripts, Year 1's short film comes to mind. Boy was that a hoot. Don't know how much time I spent writing the script, but the best part was... Take a moment... Take another moment...... Take a third moment......... Ready?... Here goes... the fabulous cast didn't even read the script! No one did, at least not willingly. I'm not kidding the actors only looked at the script 2 minutes before filming every scene. It was depressing, I was the only idiot with the script... and i didn't act! Up to this day, i wonder how in the world any of them worked without knowing how the story progresses. And that was easily the lousiest mix of people i ever worked with.

Maybe that's why i have this weird phobia of writing scripts now; i fear people won't read and it'll just be a waste. I don't really mind if they think it's bad, but for god's sake read it. Aretha Franklin says, r-e-s-p-e-c-t and i sing along those lines literally.

As for year 2, I dunno but it seems like people think that my sole purpose in life is to write scripts and then die... and wake up when another script is needed, and die again. Like... i'm not great at it... it's just about writing really - doesn't take a rocket scientist. I think people don't wanna do it coz it takes effort... I'm rolling my eyes as i'm typing this... Still rolling... and rolling. Because seriously, dudes and lasses, it boils down to pure laziness. Just think, why don't people come to me to edit reports? - coz it doesn't take much effort... it's definitely easier than writing a script. Urgh.

All you need to do is use the brain to generate ideas to progress your script. I know for fact - ideas are hard to come by, especially during projects. They say they're not creative enough, i still say it's laziness.

Yes, i whine when i have to stay up to write a script which people will use the next morning, after they had a good night's rest. Sure, it's a give and take situation and i give sometimes - another understatement - coz writing scripts is usually the bonus work.

But i still dunno where that 'writing scripts give me an orgasm!' impression comes from. But pleaasssee people, don't ask me every single time a script is needed - it is for one, an insult to my abilities. It also irks me so much coz i'm not asked because i'm fabulous at it, but it's mostly driven by the lack of initiative to do it yourself. Not to mention i'm sick of scripts for the moment, already one whole module is called 'Scriptwriting'. Hello? -Doink-

That said, working on the MPP script is delightful - its liberating to write a script for the ever so evil Wizard of Arse Effin, and the clueless Fairy God Damned.



Fairy God Damned said, "Effin... If assholes need a mascot, you'd fit perfectly."
The above was cut from the Reelity script for being repugnant.

My SP Year 2 Essay: The Big Kahuna

Foreword: They wander around looking for things to do. Sometimes they talk to people, grab a bite, or read a book. They are what we call: People with too much free time. I'm usually fine with such people, but one specimen got on my nerves today; by going overboard.

So there stood a nervous person in front of the camera trying to pull off a god-knows-how-many-pages-long script. This clueless goon had agreed to stand-in for the absent host, mindful that it's a rehearsal and he only had about 3 minutes to scan the script. It wasn't a stellar performance, but acceptable for such things. Somewhere in the middle of recording, in walks the Big Kahuna, otherwise known as specimen #1. It wasn't the best time to witness our 'skills', but i guess he'll understand, just a passer-by after all.

Poo! After the recording, the Big Kahuna was asked to comment out of courtesy. And it was neither encouraging nor constructive. In fact, it was baseless and unneeded. I say unconstructive because specimen #1 was obnoxious. True as the comments were, they were put in a way that irked the living daylights out of me. So he thinks the whole cast were unprofessional - I couldn't disagree more, 2 were stand-ins asked to help not 20 minutes before, and another 2 were guests totally oblivious about tv recordings. But he was annoyingly blasé about his ignorance of the situation at hand. He went on to say things he wouldn't otherwise have said if he knew the real deal. Eventually somebody told him, but the Big Kahuna just couldn't relent. Apparently, he had been a stand-in before and was of course, better - all hail the Big Kahuna! Ironic how professionalism was his crux. Regretful how i merely thought of 101 ways to stomp out of the room like a feather boa-wearing diva with hair up so high it said 'hello' to the studio lights, but didn't actually do so.

In conclusion, i think the Big Kahuna should check his ego at the entrance of the studio, which is used by amateurs 90% of the time. Because not doing so already proved how he made a fool of himself, while the amateurs just feel bad - a terrible lose-lose situation. In other words, do not talk like a raging ball of arse-ness when you know nothing. I guess it's true what they say, it only takes one thing to happen.



Cloning is the peak of narcissism

Schizo Whores, Big Bangs

Cheap whores are schizophrenic. Typed out a whole explanation but think let's just leave it at that.

Anyway checklist of 2007 blows:

1) Bombs

2) Plane crash

3) Boat capsize

4) Earthquake

We just need a volcano to erupt to welcome 2007 with a really big bang.

I'm pretty sure i left out more things that happened. Do add (in the box on the right) if you can think of anything significant. And please... nothing about yourself.

Oh this is worth listing...

5) Milk trailer driver in New Zealand choked on candy and crashed into house



Sleeping pills are cool. If only there were waking-up pills.

Almighty Letdown

There's so many ways to condemn God.
There's so many things I would change if i had that much power. But I am mere human. And like upper management, he will remain stagnant while the powerless people downstairs keep on asking for improvements.

And I just can't be bothered anymore.


Does alcohol help? Medication pills are as good as the useless fucks god loves so much.



Is nothing worth worshipping?