Pissed me off

So many frickin stuff to piss me off.
I've decided to make a list of them.

1. Fake accents.
What is with it?
Are you not proud of being Singaporean?
Speak singlish la.
What is wrong?
Why must you speak as if your nose is blocked, with that high and mighty accent?
Which would definitely come across as fake whether you like it or not.
Its either you have it, or you don't.

2. Pole dancers.
And I don't mean the scantily clad pole dancers at those pubs.
These pole dancers are found in trains.
They grab onto the pole in such an obscene manner, I just had to look away.
A lady (gosh!) had to grab the pole in such a way, the pole was in between her breasts and in between her legs.
And really, the train was not crowded.
Quit masturbating with the pole, lady.

3. Stares and glares
I have said this so many times before.
I absolutely hate it when some people just like to openly stare.
Its like their eyes are boring into the pores on my skin.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Something on my face? Tell me, don't be rude.
It pisses me off till no end, when I catch someone staring at my tattoo as well.
What?
Perhaps the reason why people always like to relate tattoos with ah lians is because normal folks like ME gets really really annoyed when the tattoo is stared at.
Admiring and staring is different.
If you admire, you'd take a 2 second glance at it, and then look away. Then take another quick 2nd glance before looking away.
Staring is such that you eye it for 1 minute and refuse to look away, even though I jolly well know you are staring at my ankle.
You think what?
I am blind?
But because I am not really that lianish.
I tend to glare back at the person.
Wait long enough for that person to finish staring before I catch his/her eye and unceremoniously roll my eyes.
And because of that tattoo that they have just seen, most will risk it and confront me.
I am really a mouse when it comes to confrontation.

4. When I know I ate too much
I hate it when I look back on the amount of food I have consumed in the past week.
The sirens on that alarm is wailing nonstop.
I absolutely indulged wayyy too much.
The last I checked, I piled on ONE fucking KILOGRAM can.
The only thing I can do now is to stay away from that darn weighing scale and pretend that I am going to exercise this weekend.
(I jolly well know I wouldn't)

5. Being cornered.

HO! MELISSA. SO YOU ARE COMING WITH ME TO MALAYSIA! I AM SO PLEASED! WE'RE LEAVING AT 1:30PM AND I HOPE YOU WILL LEARN ALOT FROM THE TRIP.


Here's the scale:
These normal fonts that you are looking at now are the decibels of my voice.
The huge fonts you see above are the decibels of my Managing Director's voice.

Because office is so small, she literally announced to the entire office including the people on the 17th floor that I am going to Malaysia with her.
So now, I can hardly find any excuses to wiggle my way out of that trip.
I hate going into Malaysia. I hate visiting factories.
The fact that I would be visiting factories with the Managing Director means that I definitely won't be home before 6pm.
And the fact that I will be heading in at 1:30pm means that I would probably be back only at 9pm?
The last I checked, I do not think I will be flying to Malaysia.
DARN it.
I should have taken up the Cambodia offer.
At least I would get to fly and stayover in Cambodia.
THAT would be a better adventure.
Its boggling.
So should I allow myself to doze off in the car with the Managing Director?

I am praying for some other company. Tomorrow I shall go ask around.

6. The wrong attitude.
Don't you just wish sometimes people spoke to you with the right attitude?
I think its nice to be spoken nicely to.
To be listened and spoke to in a polite manner.
It just means you respect the other. And similarly, since you respect the other, you expect to be respected isn't it?

Sometimes, people just don't respect
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
There is a song to that. But I can't remember what follows. All I remember is that it was used as a trailer song for All McBeal once.
Gosh, the things I do remember are pretty lame.

7. Size DOES matter
No matter how many times you argue about it.
My stand is firm (pun is intended)
Size DOES matter ok.
It pisses me off when we are too small.
I am talking about Singapore that is.
I like it BIG.
Like Australia big.
Where you get to visit new stuff, have new places to go everyday, or at least every weekend.
I am so darn sick of going to the same old places.
Its like: Orchard again? City Hall again? Bugis again?
I want it to be like:
Strawberry farm, Vineyard, Scenic lookouts, Casinos, Shopping, HUGE libraries, flea markets, beaches, forest walks.
All that stuff.