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About the GrumpyQueen

A.K.A Gatekeeper

I love food, don't deprive me of it.

I'm not Princess, I'm Queen

I can be quite grumpy and when I am, I hide here, my dungeon for reflections, ramblings and ranting.

Whatever I write are opinions, and may not be the whole truth. Do not read it like the Gospel.

I hate as vehemently as I love
I already know I'm crazy, be my friend, it's safer

Different is not bad, just not the same as the rest

If you don't like me, it's probably mutual
But I'm nice, really :p

Blog started 21st June 2007, shifted from www.thegatekeeperstory.blogspot.com

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Pissed

Half the weekend I spent it angry. Starting Friday morning, my sis pulled some last minute shit on me and I yelled/nagged like one mad little woman. At last, she probably decided to help me preserve my sanity and decided to do it my way, i.e. follow original plan.

Ok, maybe 'cos she wanted to shut me up. I think it's the latter.

Then I had to go to SNB to get myself registered.

Couldn't find the building, asked a guard sitting at an infomation counter. He gave me some directions and when asked what colour's the building, he gave me some you-can't-see-the-building-from-here-nonsense. Ok fine, so I followed his stupid instructions. Found some rundown white building after walking in the hot afternoon sun for like 10 mins or so.

You tell me la! Singapore nursing board will hide in such a rundown building or not?! I don't even need half a brain to realise he just gave me the wrong directions. So I walked another 10 mins or so into SGH's main building.

By the time I saw the 2nd security guard, I was sweating like a pig, angry like a bull. But still, I decided to be nice and ask this innocent 2nd guard NICELY. Thankfully, she's a bit smarter and a little more ready to admit she's not too sure. Anyhow, she told me it's somewhere near block 5 and was quick to add that there are people at block 5 to ask if I'm still not sure.

Ok, anyway I found the place and managed to get myself registered, else I'd go back and bite the first guard to death.

Thing that pisses me off is not that he doesn't know the place.

1) Don't know, wanna act smart.
2) Act smart already never mind, made me walk 20 mins in the hot afternoon sun. At least send me in the wrong direction but make me walk in the shade I won't be so mad la!

Then my dinner mates cancelled on me, ALL of them. All of them, with less than an hour's notice. Oh, and one double pissed me off. Because I had to hear from the other dinner mate that she had her dinner and won't be coming. At least have the decency to forward a 'sorry I won't be joining all of you for dinner' message to all the relavent parties! But I was already too pissed to scream at them.

But one, (God bless his soul!) was nice/considerate/concerned enough to call again to ask if I needed company. But since I was halfway through the meal, I politely declined. At least, I tried to not yell and talk nicely! You probably won't be reading, but thanks. I appreciate the gesture.

YMM was fun and I went home slightly appeased.

The next day, I suppose mum was being hormonal. Basically whatever I did that day was irksome to her. I just got yelled at again and again. And yes I forgot to bring that stupid black bag for you but the bottom line is, I was the one that walked back, in the hot sun to get it, not you. So I can't really understand why she was so mad, as if I made her pay for my mistake.

Went for youth mass and was slightly appeased again. But came home and got pissed off again.

Came home and my mum went "We have something to discuss with you." Oh, discuss is a nice word to use, let's hear what you have to say shall we?

Turns out, she wants me to sell my old phone, which I'm using as a backup phone. Her logic? What's the point of keeping an old phone when I've got one at the moment to use. I might as well sell it for like $30 or so.

1) I refused to let go because I wanna keep it for backup.
2) The thought of some bangala using my old phone disgusts me. (kidding)
3) I've yet to figure out a way to send all the pics in the old phone to the new one. No blue tooth, infra red cock up. Of course I can MMS but think of how much money it's gonna cost huh?
4) She accused me of hiding the battery so she can't sell the phone for me. (Because a long time ago she wanted to sell it and I objected violently. )Then ordered me to hand over the battery or she's gonna confiscate my present phone. Then I'd probably be the oldest bird in the world to have her phone confiscated. That pissed me off even more because I hate being threatened. If I was gonna give in, she probably spoiled her chances by threatening me. Yes, you asked me nicely. And if I wanted to take up your suggestion, I would have done it, because I like giving in when being asked nicely!

Seriously, hide the battery?! Do I look that dumb? If I wanted to stop the sale of the phones, I might as well swop the batteries and spoil the phone la! I'd do even more damage that way! Muahahaha!

5) She used the word 'discuss' when she meant 'order.' There was no room for discussion, she presented her views and I have to accept. There was no other way, it's for my own good.

6) Apparently, I was supposed to get some 3.2 megapixel phone in exchange for the old phone. But since I refused to sell the stupid phone, it goes to my sister. *shrugs*

Anyway, who told you to presume I like the phone? I don't know how much Sony ericsson paid them to get me to like their stupid brand. For I hate that stupid brand because it's so unfriendly. And why will I accept an idea I'm so against for something I hate?

7) She made it sound like the old phone is worth 300 million dollars or something. Is it too much? To keep ONE miserable old phone in my cupboard just in case I need it? I'm not my sister who changes her phone like every six months or so. I hate changing phones and computers, it stresses me up like nothing. I hate it because it's very important that I transfer most of the information from the old to the new. I'm very unsettled when I can't transfer all the info over. Yea, I love the excitement of having a new item but I'm perturbed when I lose memories because of the new item. It disturbs me because I don't know if I should be happy and excited because I've got something new or unsettled over lost memories. So I'd rather lose out on the $30 sale and keep my phone until I can figure out how to transfer pics cheaply.

She yelled, I yelled. I swear, I am gonna buy my next phone with my hard earned money so she can't use the but-I-bought-this-phone-for-you shit on me. Oh, maybe she can use the but-you're-storing-the-phone-in-my-house shit on me.

I could probably go on because there's so much more anger within. I can't really explain how it's like fully. There are so many reasons overlapping each other, each causing a bigger wave of rage. She doesn't really understand and I don't think she really cares.

Heh, I bet you. Even if she were to read this she's gonna think I'm bullshitting. She won't understand the logic behind my protest.

The biggest mistake parents make is making decisions thinking they know best. Thinking their soon to be 20 year old child is still a 2 year old. Thinking their child's logic won't change through the years. Thinking what they knew for a fact is still a fact decades down the road. We're human being, not science theories! So they pretend to listen, but they're listening with a mindset and whatever we say that doesn't fit into their mould is conveniently filtered out. Then the child will never get her point across and starting throwing a fit and they wonder why their child is so rude.

31.3.08 12:03 AM

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Something to dance to

27.3.08 1:57 PM

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It might be you--Stephen Bishop

IT MIGHT BE YOU (Stephen Bishop)

Time, I've been passing time watching trains go by
All of my life
Lying on the sand watching seabirds fly
Wishing there could be someone
Waiting home for me

Something's telling me it might be you
It's telling me it might be you
All of my life

Looking back as lovers go walking past
All of my life
Wondering how they met and what makes it last
If I found the place would I recognize the face

Something's telling me it might be you
It's telling me it might be you
So many quiet walks to take
So many dreams to wake and there's so much love to make

I think we’re gonna need some time
Maybe all we need is time
And it's telling me it might be you
All of my life

I've been saving love songs and lullabies
And there's so much more
No one's ever heard before
Something's telling me it might be you
Yeah, it's telling me it must be you and
I'm feeling it'll just be you
All of my life
It's you, it's you I've been waiting for all of my life
Maybe it's you Maybe it's you I've been waiting for all of my life.

26.3.08 2:21 PM

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I am a working adult

From 14th April 2008, 0830 hours onwards, I'll be a normal, working adult using an adult Ez-link card, going tsk tsk tsk at punks who're not responsible enough to feed their cats/dogs/hamsters.

I'll be expected to not skip work(duh?!).

To eat proper meals like all adults.

To speak maturely about career prospects and all that shit.

To not go 'and all that shit' and 'whatever nonsense' all the time.

To not use my parents money cos I've got a normal, stable job and should support myself.

Hopefully, I'd realise how hard my parents worked to put me through school so I can be a stable, working adult and stop defying them like a rebellious teenager. 'Cos I won't be a teenager for much longer.

I'm setting so many expectations, but the more I expect myself to act maturely, the more childish I become. Where is the mature kid? I could talk to adults, talk like one even but these days, I only want to be a kid. Heck, I even want bangs to look like a gong kia! (Wtf was I thinking?! Thank God for sensible friends and sister!)

Speaking of bangs, I'm at it again. I think I wanna touch up my rebonding and trim my hair a little. Do people even do touch-ups on rebonding?

I'm talking shit now. Actually the point of this post is just to announce my new status. I will find something more interesting to blog about soon.

25.3.08 10:50 PM

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the irony of it all

Can someone tell me why are there suddenly so many Christians around when it's Christmas but so little of them around when it's Good Friday?

How come those people jumping at some Christmas service don't stand up during Good friday to be counted?

How come you can bring non-Christians to a Christmas party/service but not for Good friday service? I don't mean cannot, just that it's harder, at least for me.

The ironic thing is, without Good friday, without Easter, Christianity is rubbish.

How come when you need people to laugh with, to joke with and to party with you can come up with a long list of friends but when you need people to cry with, only a few names come up? How come you'd wonder if these friends will mind, if they'll run off if they see you crumbling under weight you can hardly bear? Would they understand your gibberish?

She's strong, she looks like she knows what's going on. She'll cope, don't worry. I know, I know, somehow things will work out. It's always the case, everything will be ok.

As much as I want a cheerleading squad beside me to cheer me on, I'm used to depending on very few people for emotional support. These few seem to be born with a very valuable gift--the ability to understand me when words fail me. They put my waves of thought into words which I can then share with my other lovely friends.

22.3.08 10:42 PM

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We look alike meh?

We're so sick of it. Everywhere we go, people ask if we're twins. 'Cos we supposedly look very alike. I think they're blind. I'm fat, she's thin. I'm girlish, she's the cool kid. Where got alike?

I kicked her out of the pic and took this executive like pic since my sis likes making funny faces in my pics.

19.3.08 10:56 PM

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4:36 PM

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The way I dislike someone sickens me.

As I typed the above sentence, there was this loud thunder that scared the shit out of me and I forgot what I was gonna to say. My sister woke up in fright, from her afternoon nap and went,

"Wah lao, so loud for what?"

Frankly, haven't heard of thunder that sounds like a kitten mewing yet.

Oh ya, I think I remembered.

Looking back, when I dislike someone, I almost dislike them forever. I don't remember a time when I disliked someone at first then grew to like them. This 'dislike' is the, I-just-don't-like-your-face kinda of dislike. You don't have to do anything to earn this kind of dislike.

The other kind of dislike, however is easier to undo. The dislike where I don't like you for something you've done. That's easier to undo 'cos people change and once that person changes, I just like them!

I have no idea why I can just not like someone's face forever. I am also not sure if they showed their dislike first or was it me.

One good way of liking such disgusting people is probably by liking them for the sake of your poor friend who'll be sandwitched in between if you decide to dig out her eyes and/or skin her alive if you ever see her again. Think about that poor friend la! How they'll be so sad if their friend died and maybe... (never mind I forgot.)

I know I did it before. To like someone for the sake of another person. It wasn't too hard, really. And soon, you'll forget why you disliked them so much. You won't become besties, but you can at least have a decent conversation with them, and maybe even crack a joke or two.

I may wanna do it again. Of course, not without ensuring at least one ambulance is on standby in the vicinity. And please, do not try this at home. Hahahahaha if I ever try, I'll let all of you know k?

And before I go, I should analyse the common traits of the 2 people I mentioned...

1) Protestants. Is that a mere coincidence? Because no one introduces a friend to you and goes, 'this is so and so, she's Protestant.' It was almost as if I could sniff them out la!

2) The ability to take things literally, TOO literally. An example of this would be...
In sec sch, we had this quote, "Nobody is perfect. I am nobody." on our blackboard for our quote of the day. A certain teacher came in and gave us a pep talk before her lesson. Her pep talk went something like, "Girls, all of you are not nobodys. You're an intelligent and motivated class. And I know you all are very stressed out by the coming O levels......And even if nobody loves you, God loves you and I will always care for you, pray for you."

We tried la, to explain the quote to her. I think she still didn't get it in the end.

I think these people don't appreciate sarcasm very much. Seriously la, don't take life too seriously! If everyone who claims they're crazy are really crazy, IMH staff would be extinct by now. Worked to death. The last I checked, they're on the brink of it, but NOT YET. So don't believe everything you hear, because there are crazy people around who love talking rubbish.

3) They love interferring with what I do or how I treat my friends, even on my territory. I'm quite a territorial person, my friends know it. And if you think I can be a better friend, tell my friend to talk to me about it. Teach them how to but don't come and poke your nose into our friendship. I am their friend, not yours. You are their friend, not mine, you don't have to worry about me ill treating you.

YOU DO NOT TELL ME ABOUT MY RELIGION IF YOU DON'T BELONG TO IT! YOU DO NOT TELL ME HOW TO BEHAVE IN A CATHOLIC CHURCH IF YOU'RE NOT CATHOLIC. LASTLY, YOU DO NOT TELL ME HOW YOU SHOULD BEHAVE IN A CATHOLIC CHURCH BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT CATHOLIC. DAMN IT!

Yes, I have discussions with my friends where by they ask me about my religion and ask about theirs. They tell me what they've heard and ask if it's true etc...

That is ok, but you don't tell me that something I've believed in all my life is wrong, as if God Almighty came down and whispered in your ear or something! I can choose what I wanna believe, save me the holier-than-thou preeching.

And when the Catholics tell you that you can't receive the Eucharist, just humour us and not receive it, don't come and tell us it's the same. We say it's not the same, so it is not the same! Next time when we go to your church, you can do that to us and we'll humour you too.

Because I know how it hurts to be told that something you've believed in all your life is not exactly true. So save us the trouble, humour us and just not receive it. Then later sneak into another Catholic church to receive it behind our backs to save your bruised ego. :p

2:31 PM

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It's gonna be crazy

Hold on tight, don't let go. Enjoy the ride!

I hope I survive...

Here's a quote from the Leap years: 'In 3 words I can sum up everything I've learnt about life; it goes on...'

So yup, we may kick and scream and refuse to do a thing about our shitty lives, but gal, it goes on, whether you like it or not.

When life looks cloudy no matter how you look at it, perhaps it's your windows that need cleaning.
Perhaps those people are not stupid, maybe it's just me.
Maybe that's what life's about. A nice walk in the park, the weather is good, the birds chirping merrily and suddenly, one idiotic bird decides to shit on your beautiful head of hair. The next day, the spot where the shit went 'splat' became a bald patch. The day after your perfect boyfriend breaks up with you 'cos you no longer have this beautiful head of hair. Soon after all your friends leave you 'cos you're no longer dating the most eligible guy and they have nothing more to show off. There you are, no friends, no bf and one bald patch on your head. And you blame the stupid bird.
But really, it's not the stupid bird. It's just you and your life. You, the blind fool chose this superficial bf who likes you only for your hair. You, the fool chose the friends. And lastly, you chose to walk in the park!
No, this is not happening to me. I'm just citing an example of blaming anyone or anything for the misfortunes that happen to us when it was US that caused the misfortune.
And when life looks a bit too good, perhaps it's time you check if you're looking through stained glass windows. Or maybe you were staring at a painting you thought was the window.
Enough said. If you don't get it, forget it.

17.3.08 1:32 PM

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DO NOT SEND ME BACK TO THAT FUCKING WARD EVER AGAIN!

I'm pissed beyond words, my GPA dropped 'cos of my last attachment. Thanks ah, for the wonderful favour, GOBLIN.

I saw her the other day jabbering away and it made my stomach turn. Fear gripped my heart and I nearly couldn't have lunch. I'm not exaggerating anything.

Yes, it's still a decent, good enough GPA. But so what?! I don't care! I want my old GPA back, what's the friggin point of slogging like a dog in a hellish ward only to get a lower GPA? I might as well NOT go for the stupid attachment. At least I'd still have my spare tyres hanging around.

That's not a very intelligent decision though. Since without this shitty attachment, I can't grad and I can do without those spare tyres but I DON'T CARE!

*bawls like a brat*

*slaps self hard to stop the bratty behaviour*

Oh ya, the other day some ah chek mistook us(me and sis) for Malaysians. Or he probably thought we looked homeless la, if we go by my sister's logic. Here's how the conversation went, at Block 85 market.

Ah chek: Miss ar, are the both of you Malaysians?

Me: No.
(replied in a very offended tone cos I thought he was gonna sell us to some Geylang pimp)

Ah chek: Oh, I see, 'cos I have rooms for rent, I thought both of you M'sians, wanna rent to you.

Me: Oh, hahaha but I'm Singaporean.
(For the love of God, if you have a stupid room for rent, just stick flyers around the block and wait for your M'sian would-be tenants to get back to you la! Stop asking innocent teenagers if they're M'sians at hawker centres. )

My sister to me: Do we look homeless to him?

Me: Hahahaha what kinda of logic is that? You should say, do we look Malaysian right?

My sis: No, the point is, he wants to rent us rooms. Do you have to be Malaysian to rent a room from a Singaporean?

I don't really get my sister's point.

But whatever. I think he doesn't want to stick flyers around the block 'cos only a stupid idiot would rent from him.

1. If he's a genuine landlord, he would have stuck flyers around and waited for tenants to call. Perhaps he did stick flyers around, some shit happened and no one's interested. What does it say about the room?

2. Who in their right mind would go up with a pockmarked face ah chek and his equally ugly ah chek friend to check out a room for rent?

3. And...if we were Malaysians, why will we be jabbering away in ENGLISH? I'm not looking down on Malaysians but have you seen a Malaysian speaking to each other in English?

This is so exasperating. Seriously! Which part of my face looks like a bloody Malaysian? I have nothing against Malaysians, but I'm Singaporean and proud of it. I don't wanna be from China, or Malaysia or any other funny countries but Singapore. Is that ok with all those who love stereotyping those who look a bit different?

Which reminds me, that time one patient thought I was from China. The best part was how he said it...

I was having a normal conversation with him in Mandarin, with the occasional la and lor, some more got dialect phrases when he said this...

Patient: One thing about 你们中国人(you China girls) is that you all have very good complexion.

(This is a very direct translation, I know it sounds crude but he WASN'T saying this in a condescending, we-singaporeans-are-better kinda of tone)

Me: Huh?

Patient: Ya lor, I noticed 你们中国人(you china people) got very good skin. Some more Mandarin all very good.

Me: Errr...ya I also think so, but I'm not from China leh. (I purposely added the 'leh' to show my singaporean-ness)
(I think he sensed my eagerness to prove my singaporean-ness, gave me the eh-what-so-bad-about-being-a-china-girl look and said this...)
Patient: I think it's the water, or maybe the atmosphere, 'cos China got four seasons. My father also from China, wah you see he's so healthy until today, never even enter hospital.
(He was really eager to prove that he's not looking down on me because I'm from China but why can't he see the bloody point? I AM NOT FROM CHINA LA!)
At last I had no choice but to tell him firmly and not forgetting, politely that I'm not from China, heck I'm not even pure Chinese la! I think I just enlightened him. Singapore has more than just Chinese, Indian, Malays or Eurasians. There are a bunch of people called rojak i.e. with mixed parentage. Well, technically Eurasians best fit this description. Maybe they should just put Eurasians and all the confused bunch of people into the category of 'others' instead of forcing them to adopt their grandfather's race.
Because it's just cruel to make a child explain to so many people why she has an almost chinese face with a funny surname.
It's even more cruel to go, 'huh? You Indian meh? But you don't even speak Tamil or like Indian food very much!'
*flashes IC and points to the Race section.*
What you want me to do ar? I was just a wailing baby then. The government refused to classify me under 'Others' what you want me to do?
Heck, I think we should scrape the race section out entirely. What's the point of it? One day we'll just end up with a Bala Tan Ah Gou, who looks like a typical Indian, can't speak a word of Mandarin but is classified 'Chinese.'
You see the whole irony?
And these poor kids will have to go around explaining their whole life stories to complete strangers. Whatever happened to those don't-tell-strangers-so-much-about-yourself teachings?
Can already see it happening, with so many mixed marriages these days...
I swear, if I marry a Chinese and he wants to call my son Bala or Muthu or whatever funny Indian names to 'celebrate' my oh-so-unique heritage, I'll kick him all the way to Timbatu. My children must have normal names! NORMAL, BORING NAMES!
I AM NOT ASHAMED OF MY RACE! I JUST HATE THE IDEA OF GIVING YOUR CHILDREN FUNNY NAMES TO MAKE THEM STICK OUT LIKE A SORE THUMB.
Like for me, I don't have much choice. They couldn't possibly change my surname back then right? But at least they gave me a proper, normal name!
I mean, I don't get it! What is so bad about being normal? What is so good about calling your child Apple? Or Blanket? Or Pookie-Woochie?
Ok, your turn to speak...

15.3.08 4:49 PM

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Please don't die of shock...

Please don't die after seeing the video. I'm still me, not some crazy Christian fundamentalist k?
The point of posting this video is not to convert all my readers, who happen to be really dear friends of mine but to share a song/hymn that really calmed my nerves today.
So many things happened, I'm quite a basket case by now.
I also realised that I love this kind of churchy hymns a lot. I don't like those city harvest(jumpy) praise and worship songs. I hate hymns that require me to jump cos I'm so afraid my fats will jingle and cause more sagging.
Anyway, I don't really qualify as a Christian fundamentalist.
1) I absolutely HATE people who try to convert others. People should be free to worship any God they deem fit, so long as that God doesn't teach them to kill their enemies and drink their blood. Or do something as horrendous as impregnate your own daughter. Yea, 'cos I believe the different religions worship one God, only different versions of him.
2) I also think people should quit making atheists believe in God. They probably know there's a God, they just don't wanna believe in him. Or perhaps, they really think that there is no God. Whatever it is la, leave them alone, damn it! How would you like if they forced you to believe that there is NO God. Believe, or die in a nuclear warfare!
3) I sometimes hate God. And he knows it.
4) Plus the fact that I have a general dislike for those jumpy praise and worship songs.
There's so many more reasons la, but I'd probably cause a riot if I'm gonna go on.
Hahahaha I like the song so much that I messaged the creator of this video to email me the song. I hope he sees the message and emails me.
I'm also gonna learn how to sing the whole song properly, with dynamics and all, I hope. I have a bad habit of just singing parts of a song.
Sometimes, I can feel Sam the singer coming back. It's then that I like myself a little better.

13.3.08 12:28 AM

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Stupid people using MRT escalators

No doubt she's an auntie, with a basket of fish and what-nots, but still?!

I should have known. Aunties DO NOT follow instructions. You tell them to queue, they will purposely NOT do so.

But what the hell la! I seriously had ENOUGH of these stupid people. My fat toe nearly got caught in between the escalator steps. Do you know how serious that is, stupid woman?! I could have lost the nail of my big toe okay?

What happened was that this stupid woman was using the escalator with her market trolley. For goodness sake! Even if she can't read the announcements, she should be able to hear them right? Oh, maybe she's deaf. FINE! We should hire people to stand around to make announcements in sign language.

"Please use the lifts if you're carrying bulky items or feeling unwell, damn it!"

Yes, I think they should sign the words 'damn it' as well. 'Cos most aunties are prudes, 'damn it' should catch their attention.

Or shame them.

'Hey you! The beauty with the red shirt and orange pants lugging your marketing trolley towards the escalators. Please use the lifts instead. Thank you!'

And this announcement should be blasted over the PA system so everyone can find spot her and laugh at her.

Yup, as I was saying, she used the escalators even though she had her marketing trolley with her. No problem--if you can get your stupid trolley off the escalator in time so the next person can get off the escalator in time without risking her toenails for your stupid basket of marketing.

The best part was, because of her selfish act, I nearly lost my balance and could have fallen flat on my face. I wobbled a bit, taking care not to get my toe caught, and she had the good cheek to look at me like I AM the idiot, like I don't know how to use a bloody escalator.

12.3.08 10:56 PM

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RAWR!

I absolutely hate it when people who don't know the full story proceed to give you a long lecture on what you should do. It's like farting without smell. (What's the point?)

I hate it even more when they're not my mother.

My mother is still very much alive and can lecture me herself, thank you very much. Besides, I think she did quite a fine job. I don't curse much, I get pretty decent grades, I don't smoke, don't do drugs, don't sleep around, I don't have a tattoo, I don't push old people to the ground and run away with their walking sticks and my friends are all decent people.

Therefore, I'm a good kid. Most of the time anyway.

Stop telling me how to treat someone who treats me like a doormat. Stop telling me how to treat someone who treats us like monkeys. Lecture those who need it more, damn it!

And I hope they find that shortie soon.

8.3.08 10:59 PM

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The mad woman with a gun

*takes it out and starts shooting away*

I abosolutely hate people with music in their blogs.

1. It's irritating
2. Not everyone likes your favourite song, damn it. I know people post pics on blogs and not everyone likes the blogger's face, you can jolly well skip the section of the blog with the picture right?
3. Switching off the speakers is sometimes not an option because the reader may have her own playlist playing.

And if you're gonna put music anyway, please change the song regularly, you silly goose. Because people get sick of songs.

And please, no songs with its singers screaming their lungs out at any point. Because people might be reading your blog at 2 am in the morning. Or they might be at work. Or they may have a weak heart. Or shit la. Just don't put songs with singers screaming away.

By now people with music in their blogs will start defending their music/blog. Don't need to. I'm not asking all who read this to remove whatever music they have from their blogs. I'm grumpyqueen, not the queen of the world. That, I still know. I'm only ranting.

Ranting's for powerless people who can't do a shit about something they're pissed off about and still wanna let it out. I'm so proud of myself. In one sentence, I managed to list 2 ways to remove waste matter. :D

I'm so sleepy. I need sleep, even though I had more than 12 hours of sleep yesterday. I'm such a pig.

6.3.08 11:36 PM

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The lazy and sick girl

I woke up at 12:40 pm today. Don't you all just envy me?

I seriously don't know how I can start work with this kind of lifestyle la. If I'm gonna keep the habit of waking up so late. Imagina la! 12:40 is just too bloody late for anything. If I'm on morning shift, that just means that I'd be asleep for 3/4 the shift. That means I might be giving people extra jabs or like jabbing things into their face thinking I'm holding a Botox jab or something. Anyway, most of my patients have faces that shout out, "GIVE ME BOTOX! I NEED IT!" So yea, I might actually listen to the wrinkles and forget that I'm not trained in giving Botox.

12:40 is not too late for afternoon shift though. But I'd probably have no time for my breakfast/lunch and should go hungry. A hungry Sam is an angry one. If half my patients disappear, it's prob because they pissed me off and I had them for lunch.

Night is just nice. But if I keep working nights, my skin will suffer and I WILL BE THE ONE NEEDING BOTOX!

I'm so good at crapping. I just wrote so many lines about nothing important.

I'm sick also. Sore throat/flu/sinusitis (I don't know which one) and a stomachache. A ~~little~~ VERY hormonal too. Then again, I seriously think I'm not done with puberty yet, since I'm always hormonal and am still too young to be menopausing. But I think some people just battle with hormonal imbalances everyday or just have a very bad temper and I'm probably one of them. I think I need to set up a support group of some sort for these people, esp for their significant other.

So at least if the significant other gets eaten up by the bad tempered partner, the support group people will realise it soon enough and call the police. If anything, at least we can save some bones for a burial/cremation/memorial service of some sort. Ya, that's a good idea.

By now I think some of you are flipping through yellow pages frantically finding for a counsellor for me. Heh, I also know I need a counsellor but I feel like whatever she's gonna say is going to irritate the shit out of me and I might just gobble her up. Do a good deed, save the life of a counsellor. :p

And I slipped and fell on my butt today. *blushes*

I always hated my butt, but in times like these I realise there are reasons why things are made the way they are. Butts are definitely good shock absorbers when you fall on them. So pile on the fats, it won't hurt so much when you fall on them.

Ok, you guys can stop controlling your laughter and laugh now.

PS: I was only kidding about the support group and counsellor thing. Like I always kid about being mad and all. I suppose that's what too much sleep/odd bedtime does to you. Makes you write rubbish for the fun of it.

5:47 PM

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The male blockhead syndrome

Someone do something about it?

You know those relationship counsellors, what-are-their-names-I-think-the-woman's-name-is-Barbara-something? Ya, whatever. Oh I wish someone would expose their phoney life. That they're actually some sick pervert who can't stand the other party and want to kill them and the whole clan of in-laws.

Ya, then I shall be appeased.

Someone please prove beyond reasonable doubt that there is NO WAY men and women can co-exist peacefully in a marriage and legalise gay and lesbian marriages worldwide. Then sooner or later the whole human race can die out.

We're too screwed up to exist.

5.3.08 11:12 PM

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Stupid rude fart!

I have something against stupid people who knock on your toilet door when you're in a middle of a big business.

Like that can interrupt the flow and can disturb my qi you know?

No, that's not such an issue yet.

The issue is that it's fucking rude! RUDE!

Hahahaha and the above sentence reminds me of my tour guide who has to repeat his last sentence/word.

I just realised I haven't blogged about this yet, didn't want to add it to my Taiwan trip post 'cos that post is filled with so many happy memories, so didn't want to spoil it.

This happened when I was in Taiwan. While shopping, I felt the need to answer the call of nature. Since it would be a big business, I needed a find a toilet which is at least clean so it won't spoil my mood.

My mum suggested using Starbucks toilet nearby which is not only clean, it has pretty good lighting to help you get into the mood.

I stood outside the cubicle for about 10 mins, waiting for a lady to finish her business. All without fuss or knocking ok?

When she came out and saw me waiting quite patiently, she gave me an embarressed look and walked off.

Went in the cubicle, true enough, big business 'cos the whole place stank. I surmise she must have been quite badly constipated. Yup, by now I would have smelt most kinds of shit and her shit was one of the smelliest.

*knocks own head*

Sorry, a tendency to go out of point.

Anyway, I just sat down to do my business and someone knocked on my door. Then she tried opening it. I ignored it, thinking she'd stop when she realises that it's locked.

She did stop and less than a minute later, SHE KNOCKED AGAIN. This time a bit angry le but I still have to continue shitting what!

My whole shitting process took less than 10 minutes, and she knocked something like 3 or 4 times. On average, she knocked about once every 2 to 3 minutes. How to shit like that?

Why did she have to do that for? And that's not such a big problem to me yet. The problem is, I was only in that cubicle for less than 5 minutes when she started knocking away. And the best part was, there was another cubicle and she didn't knock on it! Why must she pick on MY cubicle and give me a hard time shitting?

You know when you do such a rude thing like knock on someone's cubicle, when the fella comes out you'll feel quite embarressed right? Wa lao! This woman buay paiseh! She looked at me as if I was using HER toilet, that it's her right to knock on someone's door to hurry them like that!

I just glared at her and walked off. On hindsight, it was quite dangerous for me to do that la. What if she's some gang leader's mother or mistress? But I think more likely to be mother. Unless the gang leader's eyes paste stamp, go for such an ugly, old and rude fart.

Do people think it's their right to knock on people's doors like that? Is it just me or do some of you feel it's rude to do such a thing too?

It's one matter if the place has only one cubicle and/or if the other person is really the limit. When I say "really the limit" I mean if YOU HAVE WAITED OUTSIDE THE CUBICLE FOR 15 MINS OR MORE. Yea, I'll have to say that 15 mins is really too much, especially if it's a place with only one cubicle.

Don't tell me she was really DESPERATE for a toilet. Else she wouldn't just knock on my door. She must knock on the other door too right? This is not a despo woman in need of a toilet. This is a choosy, selfish, rude and spoilt woman who refuses to wait for her turn like everyone else.

It's not a crime to want a comfortable and clean toilet. But you'll have to wait for your turn patiently if someone got there before you. So old already still don't get the logic.

And she think I'd feel bad when I came out. Oh no, why should I even feel bad? For one, she's not THAT old and she didn't look desperate enough to be pardoned for being so rude. And second, I didn't overstay my welcome! Isn't it normal to take around 10 minutes to finish a big business?

My sis was hilarious. She suggested I knock on the door too.

So she'd go *knock knock*
I'd go *knock knock*
*knock knock knock*
*knock knock knock*

Hahahaha that might just irritate the shit out of her!

I did something evil though. :p

Because she was so rude, I purposely extended my toilet stay. Purposely touch up my lip gloss and hair. If I had my full make-up set in there I would have done a full makeup and cam-whored in there so all of you can admire the wonderful toilet.

This kinda of people deserve this kind of treatment for irritating me. For disrupting my royal shitting time, they should be punished by making them hold their shit/urine for 2 more minutes. Irritate me some more la!

I'm really tempted to try my sis suggestion. If anyone tries it before me, let me know k?

4.3.08 11:05 PM

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My Taiwan trip

Hahaha I am gonna flood the post with my narcissistic pics. I have a confession to make. I think I've got narcissistic personality disorder. In other words, I love myself a bit too much. Almost half of the pics I've taken on this trip has my face in it.
Enough said. I think those who don't already know will know by the end of this post.

This is me before boarding the plane. I also used the free intenet thing to update my facebook status. I think people might curse me if they saw my update. Like what the hell is my problem? Wanna show off meh? But that's not my intention. I never used the free internet thing before and I just wanted to use it!

THIS IS A SINGAPOREAN MINDSET! FREE MUST TRY AT LEAST ONCE!

But each person can only use it for 15 mins. Like what can I do online for 15 mins? Blog also not enough! So visit facebook lor, update my status, 3 mins nia.

Thankfully, none of my friends were bad hearted enough to curse me. That's why I'm still alive. :p

The next free thing I wanna try is use the airport phone. Then I'd be satisfied.

See just a Changi airport and I can take so many pics. I have more but my sis looks ugly in them and won't allow me to post it. :(

China airlines. The plane I was about to board.

I think people very seldom take China airlines. 'Cos when I told my friends that I'm gonna be on China airlines, they looked at me with genuine concern and said, "YOU NOT SCARED THE PLANE FLY UNTIL HALFWAY *BISH* ONE WING COME OUT MEH?"

Scared la, but what to do? At most if I'm sitting at the wing part I prepare parachute for sky-diving. Say my prayers and hope my life is not THAT short.

So yup, me in the plane. The wings did not fly out. The pilot knows how to land and take off. They didn't lace my food with Meili luncheon meat. So good enough, all of you can take China airlines without much worry.

My sis says she looks like a caterpillar here. I think she looks more like some refugee.

Our first stop after we landed. Ah zong mian xian at 西门丁

It was so good to have one hot bowl of mian xian with smelly intestines to warm you up on a cold day. Temperature was about 14 degrees that night. This mian xian was a god-send, although it had smelly pig intestines but who cares?

I really felt like some poor beggar in those Chinese pugilist serials. Mainly 'cos the shop has no tables or chairs for you to sit. People just stand around and slurp from their bowls. And it was so cold that night, made me feel like the poor begger who sits around shivering, waiting for some kind soul to spare him a bowl of hot soup.

There you go...the famous ah zong mian xian

The second day. 自由广场

I look out of place in this black and white pic but I edit until no effects to use le...

I love my sis! See how I'm forcing her to let me kiss her... :p

It's called 自由广场
And I'm demonstrating what the name means... FREEDOM!
I honestly don't know much about this place, I only know I like the scenary. Good for taking pics.

This is still in the 自由广场 but different part now...

I really like this pic. So typical of my sis to squeeze her butt in my pic.

I look less out of place in this pic. Like a girl from communist china during the early 1800.

By now you're probably asking why do I have dark glasses in so many pics right? For one, it was really quite sunny. I'd be squinting without them. And second I had really terrible eyebags due to lack of sleep.

I was just snap-see-delete the whole time the tour guide was showing us around. People who are cam-whores should know what I mean. Nice ones keep, ugly ones delete so they don't take up space. And you don't wanna start deleting at the end of the day cos you might have too many to delete. No need to sleep meh? Ugly eyebags how to camwhore the next day?

My mum got so sick of my hogging the cam, snapping away that she offered to take a pic of me.

Someone suggested we take a pic together. Of course I would oblige! If anyone insults me for being such a camwhore, at least I've got a few of such group pics to shut them up. Hence, my disease is not that serious yet. The worse narcissts have like one camera dedicated for their camwhoring shots everywhere, toilet, restaurants, classrooms, everywhere la! Then they always offer to be in ALL group pics, always the most outstanding one la. Either their face is the biggest or they draw attention to themselves with all their funny faces.

*shakes head*
*tugs at hair*
"I AM NOT LIKE THAT! NO! I'M NOT! STOP TELLING ME THAT'S WHAT I DO!"
*arranges hair*
Now where was I?

Ya lor, see? My disease is still not that serious yet, I still take pics of others! I think this is pretty funny. The way my sis is holding my mum is quite funny, as if she's afraid mum would fly away.

Next stop is some Chiang Kia Shek's memorial place. Again, I'm more interested in taking pics then anything else. Oh! This is the First Lady's (Chiang-Song Mei Ling) car.

Strangling my sis from behind. I love her la, she will always let me indulge in my funny fantasies, allowing me to strike the weirdest pose with her.

Start again lor...One stupid flower can entertain me for so long

These 2 shots were pretty rushed. The best of all. My family was threatening to leave me behind. They were already quite far ahead while I snapped away.

You can see my auntie in the background? She was making fun of me!

"Samantha 在和花拍照!"

*blushes*

I think she said that a bit too loudly, now the whole tour group probably knows about my camera fetish.

I was in the background instigating my sis to try to dig that fella's nose. But aiyah! She cannot reach la! I think they purposely did it this way cos they knew people like me will surely try to dig the nose or instigate the poser to dig it. Anyway, this whole thing's made of grass! Amazing right?

Hahahaha again my mum got sick of me hogging the cam she offered to take this shot for me. I knew she was just entertaining me 'cos I was excitedly going "how to pose? how to pose?" and she just went "anything la!" in a rushed tone.

*cries*

MUMMY BULLY ME!

But I think she's rushing me cos she wants a pic with me! :p

There! You see? She wants pics with me, many many pics! She wants to have her face plastered everywhere in my blog! Yay!

Ok. I'm deluded but so is she. As if my blog is so famous! Hahahaha Mummy even if you made it to my blog also no use! You can't be famous like that!

*slaps self*

What a thing to say about my mother?! MY MOTHER!

See? My sis only got one pic with her!

*struts around proudly*

Then my mother decides to let me take more pic and offers to take another pic of me.

And of us. I couldnt think of any more funny poses.

I wanted to climb up the gate in a Spiderman manner but I was afraid they would think I'm trying to steal something and might shoot me.
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Or like sue me for destroying public property if the gate collapses because I'm too heavy.

'Hello! You get crushed to death your problem, who ask you to climb?! Don't destroy our gates can already! '

So I suppose that should do.

My cousin. Another one who loves taking pics of herself. :p

To my left, at the back of me is a statue of a crab.

I think only I am capable of taking such retarded pics.

It is WINTER! I took out my jacket cos otherwise all the pics would look the same. With that bloody jacket on. I didn't want anyone thinking I lived one one set of clothes and didn't bathe for 7 days ok?!

And told my sis to do the same. Hers is a worse case. She zips her green jacket all the way up, you can't see the T-shirt inside. And some more take so little pics! People see from day one to last day why all the same?!

While editing the pics I asked her why she looks so scared in this pic, like so scared she fall off the cliff like that.

"COLD LEH! You think what?"

Oh ya, this is some musuem where they display some treasures from the Forbidden City. But no photography inside, they're afraid the flash would spoil the shine of those jewels.

*pouts*

TOO BLOODY MUCH! The stupid guide nearly made me die by giving us a history lesson in the musuem.

I think he should have just let us take pics outside. The place had a fantastic view, better than locking us in that dark musuem to make us 'admire' those treasures. Then explain to us also cannot take pics? FOR WHAT?! Now if you ask me what I've seen/heard also dun remember le!

I nearly died. He just happily went from one room to another explaining the history of those treasures. I was nudging my sis going "China so many dynasties, tmr also cannot come out of here. "

The above 3 pics shows that NOTHING can stop me from taking pics. You don't give me enough time to take pics of the scenary? Rush me down to wait for the bus right? Never mind.

I TAKE PICS WHILE WAITING FOR BUS!

Hopeless case la...

Next stop for the day. 六福村

Again, cold like anything. I took out my jacket to show of my "outfit for the day."

Basically it's a place with the largest private Taiwanese zoo and it has a theme park as well.

The tigers are VERY smelly! I was gagging the whole time I was near the enclosure to snap these 2 pics.

I wonder how they shit, or how big is their shit. How much piss do they pass out everyday?

Do they dig a hole to do their business like all cats or do they just go:

*plonk* one lump of shit

*sheesh* One shot of urine. Never mind if the 'tree' they were aiming at is actually the zoo keeper.

How do they do it? Anyone seen it? Tell me leh! I've never seen a tiger do its business before!

Ya lor, see white tiger lor!
Parrots
Stupid thing. I think they were asking us to say hello and the parrots SHOULD repeat after us.

I didn't want to look like a bloody idiot going "hello! Hello!" while waving my hands waiting for the parrot to respond so I don't know if these idiots can talk or not.

Orang Utans.

Do you think they know Ah meng?

LOL SG full of monkeys I don't take pics with them. Fly to taiwan to take pics of taiwanese monkeys. I must be mad.

Ok la, there's so many more animals la. Horse la, goat la, same la. Nothing much on the animal side.

THE FUN STUFFS WERE THE RIDES!

It's not those lame pasar malam rides you get in escape theme park. The pirate ship really rocks you all the way up such as the boat is nearly vertical and you can see the whole theme park! To make it worse, we were all sitting on the second last row.

I tell you, sit pirate ship don't do those lame things like sit on those middle rows. Waste time only! Sit on the last few rows, the most thrilling seats.

Then sat on something that looks like a rollarcoaster. It doesn't do those turn you upside down rollarcoaster stunt but it is still quite scary. Look from outside like nothing, looks like some kiddy ride, some more so many kids playing. Hahahaha when I went on it, I was shouting for my mummy la!

No pics of the rides la. 'Cos the youngsters were the ones taking pics. Then when we went on the rides the parents kept our belongings and didn't snap pics of us because they were too busy trying to keep warm.

I didn't go on this ride. From the pic you can see that there's one short ramp and one long one. One boat can only take 2 people. there were 3 of us, no one wanted to be in a boat alone so no choice la, I volunteered to sit out.

Also good la, I'm not sure if my weak heart can take 2 shocks at one go.

Short ramp was steep and scary.

Long ramp was less steep but you're scared for a longer time.

My cousin was really scared my sister would fly out cos there were no safety bars or belts. I really shouldn't laugh at the situation but just imagine la! My sis flying up in the sky like a bird.

She's gonna kill me!

What if she thinks it's part of the ride?

I won't know to laugh or cry then.

*knocks head*

Why am I so mean ah?

The above pics were taken on some lame kiddy train ride. We were travelling in a dark tunnel all ready to be scared but nothing scary enough to fling the camera out of the train happened. So we just snapped pics. They turned out surprisingly well. To think I was just snapping and snapping without even looking where I was snapping!

Too dark la. Look also kua bo!

My sis, was trying to give her a peck but the cam didn't manage to capture that. If you look closely, you can still see my lips plastered to her cheek.
My all time favourite pose. I improved the pose so much during this hol. You'll see later.

Picking strawberries at the farm. My mother the farmer. NO ONE wanted to go down to pick cos it's too muddy between the rows of strawberries. My mum excitedly went down to pick and we were above laughing at her.

Our 'harvest'
We were all laughing at her for looking like a typical strawberry farmer when this was taken

In the end, bo pian have to go down. Else we'd have no pics :(

Me finally shedding my princess skin to become a strawberry farmer.

I make a good strawberry farmer eh?

Our next stop: a chinese temple, good for pictures too!

Oh ya, this pic was being taken secretly. I pretended to take the scenary of the place but actually wanted to take a pic of the baby. The woman, presumed to be the mother turned only at the last second. I think she knows I was gonna post this on here and wants to be famous too!

Look at her face is those kind that wants to be in evey tourist pic, better still can put her on every postcard so every tourist and all at home would see her face! LOL I am so mean...

Anyway, the point of this pic is to show you how fat and cute this baby is. My ideal child. If my child is skinny I'd force feed him, if he does not have rosy cheeks I'll pinch his cheeks until it's a nice and rosy colour.

I'm evil. Be very scared for my children...

Oh ya this is very important! You HAVE to go in by this door (dragon entrance)...

And leave by this door (tiger exit)...
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Else for males your underwear/boxes will turn carnivorous and eat your balls up
For females you will drop a cup size every other day and no cosmetic surgery will save you 'cos your nipples will turn gangrene and drop off by the third day.
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If you believe me, you really need to have your brain checked. I was kidding, too bored already la. It's just the custom. If you don't wanna follow that's your problem but I really don't know what's gonna happen.

Mum made me take a pic of this stupid ceiling. She thinks it's interesting...

My sis and me were crapping about this. This is for wishes right? Soe had 2 names on the tag, nothing more written. It is presumed that they're a couple and want blessings in their relationship. We just stood around there and joked that we would rub the name of either the boy or the girl to break them up.

Be very scared of us, we're meanies.

But most importantly, don't place all your hopes and trust in this kinda of things. Because there are always bo liao people like us who wanna try to sabotage things...

I told you I perfected the art of such jumping pics. 0507 did this kinda of jumping pics in front of NYP's main gate, attracting a lot of attention but it was not much use...

No one had a really nice jump except KS. His was really nice, go see my last day of school pics if you don't believe me.

Next stop le: Ali-shan

Very interesting bunch of people. Their dialect is a mixture of Malay and Hokkien, a little like our peranakans here.
It is said that their originated from M'sia or Indonesia. No one really knows for sure.

Very beautiful mountain with a lovely scenary.

Plenty of funny traditional cures there.

It is said that "anything that has four legs and is not a table, anything that has wings and is not a plane, the Chinese will eat."
I found that this is quite true especially in places like China and Taiwan. Eat deer penis la, deer foetus la. Aiyo! But they claim that it's not cruel to eat the deer's foetus to treat sinusitis and asthma. Because deers are captured alive by laying a trap for them to jump in. And the mummy deer would probbaly suffer a miscarriage anyway if she's gonna jump in. If she's not injured but has miscarried, the foetus is taken for medicinal purposes and she is freed.
How true this claim is, I really don't know.

Oh ya...found a church on top of that mountain. Amazing find considering that taiwan has VERY little Christians. A large majority are Buddhists or Taoists.

Next stop: Take boat le!

I like this pic as well. So typical of her to squeeze in my pic like that!
I think I was trying to seduce the boatman. Hoping that he'll let me operate the boat I guess?

Me and my cousin

He did let me operate the boat after all! Hey I was really driving ok? Not kaykay sit there then ask people take pic!

Actually not like that la...He asked people to come up and drive but not many people wanted to drive la. Maybe paiseh or what...

Next stop: Climb mountain to take pic

High like anything, nearly killed her majesty the grumpy queen. Panting like a dog by the time I reached the peak.

It's really bloody high, this is just like one third of the whole flight of stairs.

This is called one leg step 2 boat

The rabbit my best friend

The pig my other best friend

Us imitating the monkey

LOL dragon my other half

Me and a Siberian Husky.
He's so tame but you know why my sis doesn't have a pic with it?
The dog gave one loud bark and threatened to bite her when she approached it la! Was a classic! She was like feeling so betrayed that I tricked her about the dog's tame nature.
I didn't trick her lor! I have these pics as evidence that it is a tame dog, just that it prob doesn't like her much.

Stayed a hotel with access to the hot springs. SHIOK ah! I'm officially a fan of hot springs! But the pics taken at the hot springs were in swimsuit and I looked bloody fat in it! My blog, I decide what pics to post and I'll post only pics that don't make me look FAT

Taipei 101: Nothing to buy de...all branded stuff, got money can shop until drop, no money stand outside take pics suan le...you just look at my family's faces behind, all buay song buay song, you know there was nothing affordable and they're sad. :(

I was supposed to take pic with these shuai ge la! But halfway through they had the changing of guard ceremony and ignored me. It is a memorial hall for soldiers who died in war or policemen who died while on duty. (if anyone's interested)

So I just entertained myself with what I do best

While visiting some night markets I noticed how horrible public housing is in Taiwan. Black and rusty windows and dirty, grey coloured walls. I think it's about time we stop complaining that our flats are too small. That the new flats are useless cos it's built so close to each other; so close you can actually poke your neighbour's arse with your bamboo pole from your window...

Whatever it is, I think our public housing is still one of the best in the world.

We took their MRT as well.

How many of us ignore the "please give this seat to someone who needs it more than you" sign on trains? Or sit on those green seats meant for the handicapped and old people on buses? I know I do. But the Taiwanese seriously don't sit on those seats, as if got ghost like that. Whole train can be packed like mad and only these 2 seats are empty. Amazing eh?

They also DO NOT use the handicapped toilet no matter what. Unless they're handicapped or with a child. The first few days we just kept laughing at them calling them gong kia just cos they rather wait for another cubical. But after a while, people gave us uncomforable looks but it still didn't do much to me la. Who cares? As long as I get a clean and spacious toilet.

Hahahahaha this kind of people are the worst lot of all. Use handicapped toilet already still buay paiseh. Hey, but I give up my seats on public transport okay? I'm still not as cruel yet.

Ok, it's like 1 am now, I've spent a long time writing about this. Am a bit sick and tired of it by now. I hope all of you liked the pics and post. Got feel as if you went to Taiwan with me or not?

Han just corrected me, the 'husky' in my pic is not a husky but an Alaskan Malamute. Thanks for the correction.

2.3.08 7:14 PM

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