DON'T SAY YOU LOVE ME and then leave me.
DON'T SAY YOU LOVE ME and then leave me.
This morning on my way to work I intuited something different. Something peculiar yet proverbial. For instance, on the way to the bus stop, it took me longer to jaywalk-ed the road and I saw lots of parents, saw lots of cars, saw lots of people on the bus stop. I know you people are thinking “it’s normal what?” but no. You see, on a normal morning, it doesn’t get this chaotic; not at my area anyway. Until, I realized that…
SCHOOL REOPENS TODAY!!! (Ahahahahaha)
I did heard about this on the radio that today will be Orientation Day for like sec 1s and all. Boy oh boy. Sucky ain’t it. I am glad I’m not going through that anymore. You can see how crisp their school uniforms were. Awww, the first-day-of-school anticipation, how cute. Hilarious – I just find it amusing. Some boys I saw on the bus were palpably testing their luck spotting long sideburns and fringes. They are so going to get it. Amen to that.
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On that note, I partied hard. I looked forward to the New Year. But now that it’s here, I don’t FEEL like it’s a new year. Considering the fact that my colleagues everywhere around me wished me an overrated, overused, misused three words like ‘Happy New Year’, it still doesn’t move me.
Speaking of which, I totally hate this dude at my workplace. We don’t talk (or rather I don’t talk or want to associate myself with him) to each other. I think I am mature enough to think for myself and stand for what I do not like. And I don’t like him at all. He is just so fucking sissy!! He walks, talks, sounds, acts, behaves like a damned cock sissy. I am all right if he wants to be a sissy, that’s his problem for being soft. I couldn’t care less. BUT the problem is he keeps looking at me for I-don’t-know-what reason. Every time he passes my desk, he will look at me and he has this sick disgusting look on his face. It’s hard to describe. I fucking swear he is a semi-pedophile. Because he is like in his mid 30s. He is just mental, period.
Oh I’m a bitch.
I was browsing through a back-dated newspaper a few nights ago (it’s a habitual thing to do as I like catching up with the news). I am the type that browses headlines first. So long story short, I fortuitously but biased-ly focused in to read on this particular headline because it captured my attention…
It reads “Women Can’t Drive; Period”
(OKAY, so I lied. Big deal…)
Well anyways, the article stated how this woman driver rammed up a HDB concrete wall all because a “black cat” had jumped up on her front windshield and scared the shit out of her. COME ON~! And this is while she was parking the car!! How more ridicules could it get? I swear I was bursting in laughter knowing how foolish and silly it sounded. And there she was giving excuses that she’s scared of cats and that it being black, it gives her shock and lots of bad luck. Seriously… Get.The.Fuck.Outta.Here.
We all know they suck at driving. And men who stand up for them are totally idiotic to say the least (you won’t get brownie points for that). This isn’t the first time a woman gets herself into self-inflicted road accident. And it’s this escalating trend of ‘give them a chance to drive’ that will cause the road accidents stats to go up.
So, a black cat jumped up to your car… Hmmm, I wonder what one should do. Oh I remembered!! How about... STEP on the FUCKING BRAKE!? Not floored the accelerator, you pea brain. Imagine if the wall was a person? Now that would suck totally I tell you. I hope if she is reading this, that she should just quit driving. I mean seriously she is a ticking time bomb. I know a lot of people would hate me for saying all this, but if you as a driver cannot even handle pressure, be alert or react fast to situations on the road, then you are fucking not qualified to drive even though you passed your driving license by wearing mini skirts to distract the tester.
This reminds me of another article of sort. This was quite publicized. One woman driver was preparing to drive off her parked car in an open-space car park, she then floored the accelerator but she quickly realized that it was on Reversed gear and the car revved back up a road curb and onto two innocent couple sitting on a bench about 5m away (as expected, she didn't brake). They both died instantaneously; and one was dragged under her car in the process.
So what do you make out of this? Coincidence, utter stupidity or blatant carelessness?
Don’t get me wrong – I love women. I am not entirely against women who drive. I have my own fair share of female friends who drives – satisfactorily. But if you think you can’t handle a car, just don’t. You’ll be making a mockery out of yourself and only airing danger to others. I know a female friend who passed her license over 2 years now but is still afraid to park her car and would call her husband to park for her every time. She also admittedly said that she is afraid of expressways.
I’ve no reason to lie.
I’m proud to be a Singaporean (kind of). Yeah, I know it’s cliché but there are just some things that still irks me to my periphery. Toilets. You got that right. It is unquestionable that every living soul has at least been to a public toilet. The experience however; often bad. Don’t take my words for it. Let’s reminisce the moment.
So there you have it. Enjoy it while it still lasts. : )