I guess we are stupid after all

In response to the first entry 'Are we stupid?' and also to prove a fellow commenter's point:


(Lousy Yahoo that doesn't allow embedding. Stupid too)

I shouldn't think too much about the face I saw in that video. He does look like a nice but desperate person. Tsk. A stupid, straight person would surely be better than a sly, cunning one no?

Spill out, damn it!

We all have funny ways of trying to recall things. Some people stare at the ceiling. Some close their eyes. Some grit their teeth. Some jump around like mad. And then there’s also another way which is quite common…

Today in the exam hall, the guy who sat next to me drove me nuts! He was trying to recall the answers to the questions and when he couldn’t (I know because I’m smart :P) he started stomping his feet on the floor. And it’s not just any floor, it’s a floor made of wooden planks where it would send gigantic vibration waves across the room even if you were to just walk on it.

And he did that for 2 hours! As if stomping your feet can make the information spill out of your head. My god, I really wanted to smash his head to pieces. I gave him my vicious stare twice but did he notice? NO! He was to busy trying to put a hole through the floor!

Are we stupid?

Know who is Lim Goh Tong? No? Ok how bout the founder of Genting, one of the richest guy in Asia? Still no? I guess I have to call in Wikipedia.

Anyway the point of this entry is there are people out there who actually has so much time on their hands, they would create nonsensical emails to be forwarded to everyone.

This is one I got which says that this is the grave of Malaysia's late Tan Sri Lim Goh Tong.

Oh really?? How come none of the people there look like Malaysians? Correct me if I'm wrong but isn't it obvious this is NOT his grave? (But there's always the possibility he made one exactly the same, but I doubt that). If you google 0sss0.com, it is actually a site full of arabic words which I understand none of. Hmm that would really explain why EVERYONE in the picture looks like the middle easterns!

Idiot with too much time on their hands.

Malaysians love the library

They love it so much they go there in their dreams. Yes, while they’re happily taking an afternoon nap in their room. Don’t tell me this is another library closing early rant? FORTUNATELY for everyone, YES it is.

What is this, the 11^th time!? They used to open till night on Saturdays, and till 4.30pm on Sundays. Sundays didn’t even make sense to me. Now they close at 4pm on both days?! Oh that makes sense. That makes so much sense I’m pissing my head off.

You guessed right. I just came back from there, pissed. The papers talked about Malaysians not going to the libraries, not reading books, yada yada yada, but look who’s so encouraging us to go. Closing early is a real encouragement. Oh thank you, now I love the library so much I’ll bring my pillow there so when they FINALLY open I can be the first to embrace all its books.

The story doesn’t end there. Let’s talk about the general majority of the government servants. (I so wanna make this a racist slur, but I’ll only get my butt toasted so nevermind). I thought I was smart enough to have brought the bills there. The post office is just opposite the library so if that damned place is really closed, I could go pay bills instead. Makes my effort driving there not going to waste right?

Now, the post office closes at 4.30pm, at least that’s what I’m aware of. Its doors were WIDE opened so I walked in, passed the guy at the postal counter (so surprised to see him there; he’s usually hiding inside doing god knows what. I was going to say jerking himself, but I’m a polite person) to the 4 counters where you can pay your bills. The first counter says ‘Next counter please’, and so did the second…and the third….and the fourth! I innocently asked the postal guy if it’s closed and he said “Yea yea semua tutup.” (all closed) Grrr…

So postal guy can’t do my bills. He can’t go close to those 4 counters or he’ll literally melt. He also didn’t smell the fire under my breath. Coz if he did, he would really have melted.

And by the way, this is how the Malaysian system works. If there are 10 counters, 7 are just for display only. Just like the 4 counters in that damned post office, 3 are for display purposes only. I went there the other day and the line was freaking long yet only 1 counter was opened. It’s not like there are no staffs around. I thought I saw another woman loitering around stroking every corner of the office with her Midas’ touch.

But it’s not like I could do anything so I waited patiently. When it was finally my turn I saw what the major fucking problem was. The woman operating the counter was on drugs. She was moving like a VCR on 0.25x slow speed. I could see her slowly taking the money from me, slowly opening the drawer, slowly dropping the notes one by one in there as she counts, slowly giving out a loud sigh, slowly counting my change, and slowly saying that she’s TIRED (omfg tired sitting down counting money while getting paid by your loving government?).

Now I’m motivated to write my love letter to Astro after procrastinating for 2 months. It’s amazing how laziness can make you endure crap for so long.

Vandalizers and taxes

I was waiting behind a couple (let’s just assume they’re a couple, makes typing so much easier compared to ‘a girl and a long hair guy whom I had mistaken for a girl at first’ [oh heck, I typed it out after all]) Sentence too long! Where was I? Ok, I was waiting for the couple to pay their parking fees at the autopay machine when the girl started abusing it by hitting the buttons violently. I could vaguely hear her saying, “It can do this…”

My guess is she was trying to demonstrate to her long haired boyfriend that the machine can vomit out receipts, or change languages. God knows. I don’t understand violent language.

I hate people who do these kinds of things. They’re those who will spoil public properties eventually and give everyone a headache. Stupid girl. Stupid, stupid girl.

They left after she was satisfied and after I rolled my eyes a million times. At least my eyes hurt for a good reason. Oh wait, you don’t know that.

The screen was displaying some language that was totally Greek to me. Thanks a lot. Thank god operating it is a no brainer. Well anyway, I was about to put the parking ticket into the slot when I saw another card there. Hmm? They forgot their ticket? Yes! Now you can’t drive out! Serves you right!

But actually, the card was a receipt. Funny for the receipt to come out from the same slot you would put your ticket in. I had to remove it but there was nowhere to throw it so I slipped it into my shopping bag.

Look, the government taxes parking fees as well. Why do they have to tax everything and still make us pay so much for food? Are they trying to starve us all? I think they tax donations as well. Heartless monsters! We have enough ‘onions’ in this country already, thank you. Maybe you should channel the cash elsewhere, like sponsoring another astronaut to go to space!* That’d be a wonderful idea.

Footnote: *For the sake of those slow people, I’m not singing praises about the government, thank you very much.

I'm too sexy for my phlegm, so sexy I can't withstand

Someone has been vandalizing our lifts or if you prefer, elevators with phlegm. Clearly that someone wasn’t taught that spitting is not something you do in public. Like the other thing you don’t flash around freely (some people do it for a price), it’s a private act reserved at home into the sink or in the toilet. But considering that some people still enjoy being watched while they do the other private thing, or how some think butt cheeks are sexy, I guess they find spitting a beautiful work of art. Unfortunately, people live by the norm. The norm says, NO SPITTING IN LIFTS YOU SON OF A BITCH!

You don’t have to astound us with your amazing work of art. It doesn’t matter if your disgusting goo creates a star on the uninteresting black lift floor or colors the walls with streaks of brown dripping lines. Nobody cares, so keep it to yourself. In fact, people will only get revolted. Please save us from having to look at your brilliant designs. They’re nauseating. And if you don’t mind me saying this – keep your god damned germs to yourself and leave them out of the air we breathe, you idiot.

Footnote: I haven’t been updating my other blog have I? Well, there are things here and there for me to do and time flies! But I’ll finish it before December ends, I promise, by hook or crook. Should I say thanks to phlegmingway and his works for giving me this opportunity to stand here and receive this self nominated award for successfully waking up from blog hibernation? Pfft. Fuck you. I’m not going to stay so phlegmatic about this.

Home Hot Home

It’s ‘good’ to be home where it’s freaking hot now. It’s so hot my head hurts. Damned weather.

For those who don’t know, I just came back from a holiday and look what I got:

Thanks a lot, you stupid shoe. Now let’s see if it turns black in a few days.

It doesn’t hurt that much anymore except for my left toe because I couldn’t walk right in the airport yesterday and had to kick a hole on the ground. Stupid hole-ly ground. And just now, my cousin kicked my toe. Guess which toe? And just 10 minutes ago, my butter fingers had to let the toner bottle slip off my hands and despite 3 attempts to stop it from falling, it still did and guess where it landed? On my left toe. I swear, the next person or thing to even touch my toe will go to hell.

Well, enough of my toe. Be rest assured you’ll still hear of it again soon.

Let’s talk about people who poo with the door unlocked. You know how the light in the airplane lavatory goes red if it’s occupied and green if it’s not? I wanted to go but the lights to both lavatories were red so I waited. When the people came out I turned around and saw two other people waiting there but they didn’t seem like they wanted to go because they didn’t. Duh. So I got up, walked there and seeing that the light is still green with the word ‘vacant’ and the two people still waiting there, god knows why, I opened the door. And then there was a hand pulling the door back from the inside. What the?

The crew man there then said “Oops there’s someone inside. Please queue up.” Now I feel like the desperate inconsiderate person who doesn’t know what a queue is. Please queue up? How the hell would I know that’s a freaking queue since they’re just standing there and not going into the VACANT toilet?

And then there was this one air stewardess who couldn’t handle stress. The pilot was obviously speeding since we were 30 minutes ahead of time and that must have made the crews panic because they were running around looking like they’ve got a million dollar deal to sign. That was when my friend got hungry and thought she’d get nasi lemak. They were so busy we couldn’t catch them so we pressed the bell. Still, we were ignored. Finally the stressed air stewardess came and asked rudely, “What do you want? (I’m very busy, can’t you see that? You’re such a pain in the ass)” What do I want? What do you want? A fight?