I've kept this for a while now. I didn't know how to say it or have the appropriate examples. At times I think it could've been simply yet another peeve of mine (I have many). But you know, heck it. I'll just come right out and say it.
Don't you just hate it when people always categorise certain attributes to a certain gender? I HATE that! After all these years of women's liberation, educated people relegate themselves to these archiac excuses to condone their actions! Preposterous.
Women think too much.
No, idiot! People who are thoughtful tend to think too much! People who are suspicious tend to think too much! People who are cunning tend to think too much! People who are paranoid tend to think too much!
Woman aren't that ambitious.
WTF WTF WTF!!! Then what's this thing about me vexing about my job and worrying about politics here if the point isn't to get promoted? YOU aren't ambitious. Stop applying it to your entire gender.
Women tend only to envy other women's external appearance rather than their inner qualities like intelligence etc.
That only applies to you, you shallow biatch.
These are just some of the inconceivable statements I've heard recently. Not an exhaustive list, but certainly a few of the more preposterous claims thus far.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Gaaaaahhh!!!!
What my taxi driver just did? He took his hands OFF the wheel, and STRETCHED! A good 5 seconds! At 105 km/h!!!
Goodbye, cruel world!
A peeve I'd recently developed
I hate it when cabbies speak on the phone in loud voices while driving. Case in point: my cabbie right NOW. AND he speaks in Vietnamese, obviously sharing some hilarious joke with the chap on the other end and driving at 30km/h instead of overtaking the slowpoke in front of us while I'm shitting bricks wondering if I'll miss my flight. Did I mention he's holding the phone with one hand thus ALSO endangering my life. Yeah he is.
Yes, I'm in Vietnam. Will update (crossing fingers) when I return.
Saturday, August 01, 2009
Grrr
Don't you hate it when people tell you stuff like, "eh you have a pimple on your nose"?
Like srsly, I won't know that I have a pimple on my nose and have to rely on your astute observation from seeing me all of 1 hour at lunch once a week?
Just shaddap and eat.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Suffering
I have a tummy ache. CY should theoretically have a tummyache too cuz I had lunch with him.
Me: You got tummy ache anot?
CY: no leh
Me: I got.
CY: cos u r D.U.D
CY: i ate exactly way u ate incl the chai latte
Me: Hahah.
Me: That's why I ask you leh.
Me: How ah?
Me: Wat could be the problem?
CY: pregnant?
Me: Wah immaculate conception.
Me: Means you better start confessing your sins.
CY: my greatest sins are my good looks and supreme intellect
CY: make everyone else live their lives in shame
CY: i cause suffering
CY: forgive me
Well done CY.
Me: You got tummy ache anot?
CY: no leh
Me: I got.
CY: cos u r D.U.D
CY: i ate exactly way u ate incl the chai latte
Me: Hahah.
Me: That's why I ask you leh.
Me: How ah?
Me: Wat could be the problem?
CY: pregnant?
Me: Wah immaculate conception.
Me: Means you better start confessing your sins.
CY: my greatest sins are my good looks and supreme intellect
CY: make everyone else live their lives in shame
CY: i cause suffering
CY: forgive me
Well done CY.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Racism
So can someone explain to me, in the light of how our ancestors had been treated, the proliferation of SPGs in Singapore?
On July 17, the California legislature quietly approved a landmark bill to apologize to the state's Chinese-American community for racist laws enacted as far back as the mid–19th century Gold Rush, which attracted about 25,000 Chinese from 1849 to 1852. The laws, some of which were not repealed until the 1940s, barred Chinese from owning land or property, marrying whites, working in the public sector and testifying against whites in court. The new bill also recognizes the contributions Chinese immigrants have made to the state, particularly their work on the Transcontinental Railroad.
Source: Time magazine
(http://www.time.com/time/nation/article/0,8599,1911981,00.html?)
On July 17, the California legislature quietly approved a landmark bill to apologize to the state's Chinese-American community for racist laws enacted as far back as the mid–19th century Gold Rush, which attracted about 25,000 Chinese from 1849 to 1852. The laws, some of which were not repealed until the 1940s, barred Chinese from owning land or property, marrying whites, working in the public sector and testifying against whites in court. The new bill also recognizes the contributions Chinese immigrants have made to the state, particularly their work on the Transcontinental Railroad.
Source: Time magazine
(http://www.time.com/time/nation/article/0,8599,1911981,00.html?)
Monday, July 20, 2009
Goodbye 308
YC tells me that it's been a while since I'd posted. There's so much that happened between my last post and now, and most of which I can't really share, at least not in this medium. I'll make an effort to post a little more in the future; just thoughts and silly things. In the meantime, this is a post from one of my favourite blogs, the owner of an ice cream shop in Ireland.
"I heard some sad news from Colm, the farmer who delivers us our Kerry Cow Milk, and that is that one of his Kerry cows, the one in the photo above, has died suddenly a week after giving birth. She was known as 308, not the prettiest name, perhaps, but she was a pretty cow, and I had many photos of her. It's easy to forget, when there's milk coming in, that there are animals behind it all, and so today I'll lift a cone
to the memory of the pretty 308."
Yes, it's easy to forget, when times are good, that getting to where we are isn't the single act of one person. It is the combined effort of a galaxy of people who love us.
"I heard some sad news from Colm, the farmer who delivers us our Kerry Cow Milk, and that is that one of his Kerry cows, the one in the photo above, has died suddenly a week after giving birth. She was known as 308, not the prettiest name, perhaps, but she was a pretty cow, and I had many photos of her. It's easy to forget, when there's milk coming in, that there are animals behind it all, and so today I'll lift a cone
to the memory of the pretty 308."
Yes, it's easy to forget, when times are good, that getting to where we are isn't the single act of one person. It is the combined effort of a galaxy of people who love us.
