Everytime I'm awake at home.... I feel like going to sleep or going out. It's that bad. Nobody's fault but mine. Yes yes yes. Still working towards it.

Attention please! Will the brainless kid please stand up! Please stand up! Please stand up! (Chant to the tune of Eminem's Real Slim Shady)

 

You won't believe the stupidity of those 14-ish kids I saw on my way back from Hougang C.C's gym the previous Sunday after my kickboxing lesson. YOU WON'T BELIEVE IT!

 

You know those dividers between roads of different directions? Those green, sharp, murderous looking ones? Those that look like it can poke through a human body thus it means pedestrians have no chance of jay-walking without risking their lives and should make the smarter choice of walking to the nearest traffic light or overhead bridge to get to the other side of the road?

 

I actually saw 3 girls trying to get across that when the overhead bridge is right in front of them, about just a minute's walk away. Well, there were some really exciting moments and lots of screaming and "knn's" but unfortunately they managed to get over it. And after doing something so silly as that, you thought they were going to be smarter. Not really. They chose to dash across the remaining distance without waiting for this ONE pathetic lorry to pass. Meaning, they could have gotten knocked down. But unfortunately again, they were safe although I almost went deaf at their screams.

 

Fuck it. I don't think the world needs anymore stupid people like that. Really. Since they want to die so much, why don't God just take their lives instead of those innocent victims, such as those who were murdered or died in a war? Makes 2 parties happier. Right?

 

Gosh. Sometimes I really want to see stupid kids like them get punished for not using their brains when it's given to them by their parents to survive. Maybe because we're so protected in Singapore we don't think about survival anymore. So we end up with ways to end our lives faster. Hur.

 

Just maybe.

I love food and I can be really picky about the taste, freshness yada yada. As long as the restaurant continues serving good food, I will continue to visit it. Similarly, once the standard drops, I'll have qualms about dining in there again.

 

I don't have a favourite cuisine or a particular dish but if I REALLY have to pick one or die, I would choose HOME COOKED FOOD. Darn! One thing I hate about my workplace is the food available. There are a few restaurants that are good in that building but I can't go out to buy. I have to order though phone and the food either has too much MSG, too little vegetables, too unhealthy, too little variety or just darn untasty.

 

It was my offday today and when I was hungy, my aunt just whipped up some broccoli and scrambled eggs with tomatoes as a snack for me! Oh my gosh!!!! It was soooooooooooooo satisfying. I haven't ate anything like that for some time already. Steamed fish, boiled clear soups, veggies and mushrooms!

 

Now that is what I call "classic delicacy".

Apparently, my family thinks that my studies are great, or rather, that my memory is so fantastic that I can still remember the silly algebra I did when I was in Sec 2.

 

My bro, who obviously doesn't pay much attention during lessons and doesn't put much focus into his studies, didn't know how to solve an algebra question in the topic of expansion. And he came asking me. One look at the question and I was stumped. Yes, my Math in Sec 2 was not bad but that was a fucking 6 years ago. Why would I want to commit such useless things to memory. I've got way better stuff to store in my brain.

 

And my dad was telling me in a "don't-be-so-selfish-I-don't-believe-you-don't-know-how-to-do-so-go-teach-your-brother-how-to-solve-it" tone. Knn. I already said that I've forgotten how to solve such problems. Just like how he has forgotten his physics basics and all now that he needs them in his current course.

 

I don't understand why my brother can't ask his teacher or his friends. Oh... I forgot. He is really cowardly. No guts or whatsoever.

 

This proves my point of how "useful" the things I studied in Secondary school were. I only remembered my favourite subjects like Geography and History. Who cares about the elements or Newton's Law or those shit. Really.

 

Sadly, my stick-in-the-mud parents idolises education and paper qualification as much they idolise 4D and Toto.

The story is pretty interesting with all the twists and turns but it got a little draggy in the middle... I could feel my eyelids drooping and my head nodding..................

 

I think just watch it online or the VCD or by some other means, it's not worth the $7. Sam says the drama serial soon to be shown on Channel U is waaaaaaaaaaaayyy better so I'm looking forward to that!

I was reading my friend's blog and this article sparked something in me.

 

I commented about how some people, or rather, some adults in this case, don't even know what hospitality is and think it just means working in a hospital. It pisses me off even more when they "advise" us to further our studies so as to learn more. Fuck. Apparently, THEY are the ones who should LEARN MORE.

 

Learning doesn't just mean going to school. We can learn from the news, from the Internet, from books, from travelling. It's only only schools that teaches us new things. Why don't the adults just get it?! Besides, the things taught in school might not even be as relevant as what we learn from experience. Let's not even go into the topic of how some learned people still have very uncivilised behaviour. It seems to me that the adults are the complacent ones who think that just because they have lived older, they don't need to learn new stuff, they don't need to see new things, they don't need to upgrade or improve themselves, they don't need to listen to others or accept opinions different from their own.

 

I really hope I don't grow into such complacent, stubborn old people cos I really like learning new things. I love finding out new information or stuff that I've never learnt before. Let's hope I don't change in this aspect. *Shudder*

I don't think I will ever step into Cafe Cartel for a meal again.

 

I have only been to that restaurant only once or twice. I was never a fan of heavily franchised restaurants (e.g. Cafe Cartel, Billy Bombers, Fish & Co., Pastamania), especially if it is American cuisine (read: fried food) and the place is swarming with students. My past few experiences with Cafe Cartel was all right. The food wasn't exactly good but th service at least was efficient.

 

I went out for a movie with Jen a few days ago and dined in at the Cafe Cartel in PS. My goodness! I actually had to wait close to an hour for my food and it wasn't even good when it was a chef's recommendation on the menu. Fuck it. Fried macaroni doesn't need THAT long to prepare right? After waiting for about 30 minutes, we checked with a staff who gave us a vague reply of "It's being prepared now." Another 15minutes has passed when we asked a senior staff again who told us thefood will be served shortly without any explanation whatsoever regarding the delay.

 

Apparently, some staff don't even know how to speak English. What in the fucking world is this. I know foreign labour is cheap! But at least give them some lessons in English right?! Singapore is not China and not everybody here speaks Mandarin. I'm not blaming the bad service on foreign staff but one VERY important factor to providing good service is COMMUNICATION and PRODUCT KNOWLEDGE. So I beg your pardon, managers in Cafe Cartel, how is good service that possible when your staff can't even converse in simple English?!

 

Knn. I'm never going to dine at Cafe Cartel again. It has joined my list of condemned restaurants including Fish & Co. and Pastamania. Fuck.

My dad was talking to me about his studies a few nights ago while I was multi-tasking between watching some show and using the Internet. Btw, he's on some course right now to upgrade himself, that's why the "studies".

 

He was telling me about one of their subjects on human error. Being himself, he went on a VERY longwinded story of the famous Tenerife collision that took place in 1977, involving Pan Am and KLM. I only remember the vague details about miscommunication between the pilots of the 2 flights and the controller. There was something about fog and low visibility too.

 

After a rough 30 minutes detailed description of that event, he went on telling me a lot of errors are due to miscommunication. How the lack of information or the accuracy of the information that is passed, the tone of voice, the choice of words, the timing, ambience and environment etc all leads to the passing on of correct data. How sometimes what people say, they may mean something else, but somehow their inability to express what they feel may cause a misunderstanding between the people involved.

 

Know what? I think he was referring to himself.

 

Because my dad is a stern man. Sometimes, because he is so stern, he may seem to be scolding us for something really minor when all he is doing is just giving us advice and teaching us. And maybe because he is also rather a stick-in-the-mud and chauvinistic, he doesn't exactly tells us how he feels so as not to taint the strong and reliable father figure image he is trying to portray to us. So even when he is wrong he doesn't apologize but he will be specially nice to us for a few days after he realizes his mistake.

 

That is why, very often, him and my sis especially will get into cold wars. The most recent one happened just about a month ago and ended a few days ago. I think the talk he gave me was sort of asking for my understanding in his beliefs and actions. But really, must he take such a long route? Couldn't he just tell me directly?!

 

Old man, old man. Why must you be so stubborn and long-winded?

That movie was awesome! Except for the strong British accents and lack of subtitles, it was otherwise a really interesting movie which talks about what happens AT the funeral and the people who were there. Of course there is some moral to the story but it wasn't hard to understand at all and it wasn' preachy. I like.

 

This is what I call humour, unlike some slapstick comedy about gays (read: I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry). Oh. How I love dark humour and sarcasm and somehow, noone delivers them as fantastically as the Britons.

Thanks to my very first kickboxing lesson.

 

Hook, jab, speedboat. Knee up, side kick, front kick. Swing, on guard, skip. Oh my gosh. My limbs certainly didn't feel like they belong to me after that 1 hour of intensive exercise.

 

It was tiring but definitely fun. I really look forward to the next lesson! Maybe I should consider taking up step aerobis or something like that... Hmmmmm....

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