rude, entitled, whiny as fuck singaporeans

Just ended the long ass day as an election official and all I can say is, why are so many Singaporeans so rude and entitled???? Maybe not all, but those in my area definitely are.

WAIT 5 MINS WILL DIE IS IT?

MACHINE BREAK DOWN, AND WE ARE TRYING TO FIX IT, AND IT HAS BEEN LESS THAN 5 MINUTES BUT WE HAVE UNREASONABLE ENTITLED RUDE FUCKS SHOUTING AT US THAT WE ARE STUPID AND BRAINLESS BECAUSE THEY HAVE BEEN WAITING IN THE QUEUE FOR ‘A LONG TIME’???

I couldn’t say anything because I’m supposed to be representing the public service and not allowed to do and say what I really truly wanted to – which is to tell these fuckfaces, ‘FUCK YOU AND GOODBYE’, FLICK MY MIDDLE FINGER AT THEM AND WALK OUT.

YOU SO LI HAI? YOU COME DO OUR DUTY LA. THINK YOU CAN WORK 16 HOURS ON A FUCKING PUBLIC HOLIDAY TO SERVE ENTITLED RUDE FUCKS LIKE YOURSELF, AND RISK YOUR HEALTH AND SAFETY BEING EXPOSED TO 4000 PEOPLE DURING THIS COVID PERIOD? CAN’T WAIT 5 MINUTES? NEED TO KEEP COMPLAINING THE QUEUE IS MOVING SLOW AND YOU WAITING VERY LONG? WHO THE FUCK CARES, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STOP YOUR  WHINING.

You think it’s very hot, stuffy and unbearable standing in the queue for, what, 30 minutes in a face mask waiting for your turn? Bro, try doing a 16 hour duty wearing a face mask, face shield and gloves 90% of the fucking time in the same environment.

Then you have those dumbasses complaining and whining at us that we are putting them at risk and exposing them to COVID because of the queue. LOL sorry, you are whining to the wrong group of people. And please, I think if anything WE should be the ones most worried since we are exposed to almost all 4000 of you the whole fucking day. If anyone tio, we will be first to tio.

And also, dumbasses who say that we deserve all the rude treatment we received because ‘nobody forced us to do it’. Err, please educate yourself before posting dumbfuck comments. We did not volunteer for this, we were ARROWED to do it and were not allowed to say NO. So lucky us, we got to be treated like shit all day by rude, entitled and uneducated fuckfaces.

Lost count of how many times people snapped at me/us unreasonably and made rude entitled comments. A minority, definitely less than 10%, were nice and would acknowledge us and say thank you. 90%, however, seemed to have gold in their mouths. They can’t even be bothered to acknowledge you with a nod, much less say ‘thanks’. Sure, you don’t have to thank us or acknowledge us, go ahead and treat us like we’re invisible or an annoyance, that’s perfectly fine.  But we are not here to be your punching bags.

Today really opened my eyes, and I realise just how shitty and ugly 90% of my neighbors are.  Ungrateful, entitled, selfish and rude fuckfaces.

Yes we get paid $260 and are given 1-day off-in-lieu for working today, but honestly – BO HUA. The pay is peanuts, amounting to about $10/hour factoring in all the pre-election day training courses we were mandated to attend. $10/hour to 1) work 16 hours on a public holiday, 2) risk ourselves by exposing ourselves to 4000 people during this covid period, and 3) on top of that get treated like shit, yelled at and berated by fuckfaces all day? WHAT A JOKE LOL. Honestly, I think Point 1 is fine. Point 2, I don’t like the idea of exposing myself to the whole kampung but okay. Point 3, is the one that has me fucking triggered.

Honestly, I’m a pretty chill person most of the time. But there were a few incidents today that really annoyed the fuck out of me. To all these entitled assholes, fuck you and please don’t breed, cos one less entitled fuckface on this planet would be good.

 

coldplay

Worked as concession staff at the Coldplay concert together with T and M! We were told to report by 5pm, and to start work by 5.30pm. By the time we arrived at the National Stadium, it was 10 minutes to 5pm and THE CROWD WAS INSANE. The line for the audience stretched like all the way to god knows where, people were even queuing on the overhead bridge. And the queue for the staff… good god.

Everything was SO disorganised. Someone ushered us to join a (wrong) queue, later someone else re-directed us to (yet another wrong) queue, and FINALLY we found the correct queue and was able to sign in. There was just a sea of people in black polo shirts and black pants (standard concession staff attire) and from different agencies, there were no lines or barriers to segregate or organise people, it was just one big clusterfuck.

So anyway after signing in once we had to head over to the muster room to sign in a second time… and the queue here was ten times as bad as the one downstairs. It was hot and stuffy af too. T spotted his friend in the queue ahead, so we shamelessly joined him and cut like 3/4 of the queue in the process. And despite this we still had to queue for more than an hour before reaching the sign-in counter. Didn’t get to sign and start work until like 6.30pm. I can’t imagine how long we’d have to wait if we hadn’t cut the queue.

The beginning was so stressful. All three of us signed for duty at the same stall. I’ve NEVER done cashiering in my life, ever, and was suddenly told that I’d have to do so. The manager very briefly ran us through the procedure, but it took like half an hour before I felt fully comfortable with it. The first ten minutes had to be the worst, the line of customers was already forming – crazy amount of people – and we were just so slow at taking orders because we weren’t used to it. Like, we had problems working the machine, the change we needed to give the customer wouldn’t pop up on the register and for the life of me I couldn’t do mental calculations on the spot.

Our second customer (M and I were working one cash register together because we were both new to it, so the manager wanted us to work together and get comfortable with it first before assigning us our own registers) even told us off, after getting whatever she ordered she said something like “Can you guys work faster? There’s a really long line here. Terrible.” Sorry I’m not a genius who can immediately work the cash register like a pro after a 30-second tutorial from the manager.

Anyway, the manager didn’t explain it well. Just so happened that another staff our age reported for work and she had some prior experience handling the cash register, so she quickly explained to us how to work it, and FINALLY things were so much clearer and we understood where we’d been going wrong.

Once we got used to it, it was actually kinda fun HAHA. I quite liked doing it. Once the concert actually started, there was a much shorter line and eventually hardly anyone was there ordering food/drinks. Our manager allowed us to leave and watch the concert intermittently… we never stayed long each time, snuck in to stand at the back with the audience, stayed about 20-30seconds for certain songs, then hurried back to the stall.

Our shift ended at around 10pm. So we headed back to the muster room to sign out. And all we had to do was grab our bags from the lockers and go.. simple, right? But no, the locker got stuck and so M and T couldn’t get their bags (they shared a locker). We weren’t the only ones with this problem. Asked the security guy and he said he was trying to solve the issue and getting in touch with management.

By 1am, we were STILL WAITING. Then the guy comes out with a piece of blank paper and tells us to write our name, locker number, and contact number down so he can contact us. Advises us to go home because he doesn’t know when the management guy will come down to unlock it. Fucking bullshit. Really terrible management. Everyone there was hella pissed, us included, because we’d waited from 10pm to fucking 1am and all just to write our name on a piece of paper. Also, we weren’t getting paid, we were wasting our time there in a stuffy room, public transport was no longer operating, and we had to cab back at 1am without having gotten our bags, and the cab fare was like $20+ which we had to foot on our own. Massive fuck you to the management. Just terrible.

We worked on the second day of the concert as well. This time, everything was A LOT more organized. Probably because they realised what a clusterfuck the first day was and because so many people complained.

Anyway. It was a good experience. Got to hear all and see some of the concert without having paid a single cent for the ticket.

be a little more hygienic ffs.

So many times I take a plate/bowl/whatever from the rack in the kitchen only to find it dirtied with leftover food stains and shit, and ants crawling all over it, cos it wasn’t washed properly previously. And I’d grab a spoon or fork from the utensil holder only to find it dripping with oil or leftover food stuck on the bottom. Just gets on my nerves how unhygienic my mum can be sometimes.

In Canada my housemates and I washed up after ourselves after each meal, and if I ever wanted to grab something to eat I could simply rinse the plate under running water and it was sparkling clean. Here, I have to use a soap and a sponge to clean them each time before and after every meal.

And sometimes when my mum cooks she’ll serve the food in the dirty bowls/plates/whatever if I don’t remember to check and wash my own utensils before she’s done cooking. Just gross. Then she gets annoyed when I keep reminding her about how dirty the plates and everything is and how she has to check if they’re dirty before putting food in them. And I get annoyed because she just doesn’t care about how ***** unhygienic and dirty it is.

Also how hard is it to wash a plate clean after a meal so that there are no leftover food stuck on it? FFS. Seriously. Everyone in my family washes up after themselves (usually) and I have no idea who the annoying culprit is but damn it, I’ve told them multiple times about it and still no one gives a shit. Unfortunately for me I’m slightly more hygienic and this really puts me off.

Squeeze some soap onto the sponge (or the plate), use the sponge to scrub BOTH sides of the plate, rinse, DONE. So simple but something someone in my family is incapable of doing -.-

contradictions

A few days ago he kept saying I wasn’t his daughter, that he didn’t have a daughter like me. Tonight, it’s “what did I do wrong in my life to end up with a daughter like you?” Oh, so now I’m his daughter again.

“I can’t stand you”

“I SIBEH BUAY TAHAN YOU”

“I don’t know where I went wrong in my past to end up with a daughter like you”

“I don’t know what I did wrong during your upbringing that I would end up with such a terrible daughter like you”

And every fucking time he says shit like this, I have to bite my tongue and I can’t even say what I’m thinking. What you did wrong to end up with a terrible daughter like me? And he says I’m stupid… your first mistake was not getting an abortion. There. Wish he would stop fucking saying that over and over.

He was even railing at me because he gave me a credit card on my 18th birthday but I haven’t used it often enough for his liking. LIKE WHAT?? So he wants me to go on a shopping spree, use the credit card like nobody’s business and like money grows on trees?

He says he hopes when I come back from exchange I’ll be changed. Annoy him less, be less of a godfuckingawful daughter, all that shit. Well, I hope he’ll be changed too… although, I know I’d sooner see pigs fly than that happen.

This is the second time in a week I’ve cried because of him.

One day when I stop caring, the tears will stop falling.

this always happens

I’M IN A BAD MOOD (KINDA) AGAIN.

Same old reason. That man I call ‘dad’ just threatened to hit me again. “Don’t think you’re too old for me to hit you.” Oh shut the fuck up. So what started it all? I don’t even know because ANYTHING can set that ***** off.

All I did was open the main door (it was closed and my dog was pawing at it, obviously wanted it open and have the sunlight stream in) and just doing THAT set my father off. Started going on and on about how irritating I was by opening the door… because he didn’t want it open, but HOW THE HELL am I supposed to know that? A simple ‘close the door please’ would have sufficed, but noooooo… he just rambled on and on about how terrible and annoying and awful I am. FOR OPENING A BLOODY DOOR!

Then he wonders why we don’t have a good relationship. Why my relationship with my mum is about a hundred – scratch that, I mean a MILLION – times better.

Rant over.

 

 

every damn time.

“Don’t think I daren’t smack you!” or in Singlish, “I smack you then you know!”

How many times has he threatened me? I lost count years ago. And even though he’s said it a million times, every damn time he threatens me I still get pissed off. If you want to hit me then just ***** hit me and don’t just yell at me over and over about how you’re going to hit me but not do it in the end.

I hate how he’s always so quick to snap over anything and nothing. I never know what’s going to set him off or make him lose his temper. It’s just, BAM!. I hate how he always takes things the wrong way. I hate how defensive he is about everything. I hate how he gets mad over the tiniest things and over nothing at all. I hate how he always goes on a tirade and just DOESN’T STOP and all I can do is stand there and not say a word in return.

I could bite back, but to be honest I daren’t. Because I’m pretty sure he would really hit me if I did. He used to cane me back when I was younger, not anymore since I was about fourteen. But I don’t doubt that he will do it again even now.

And he wonders why I don’t talk to him or confide in him the way I do with my mum. Mum doesn’t get mad or irritated over little things. She doesn’t threaten to hit me even when she’s really, really mad about something. She doesn’t even GET angry often at all, unlike him. I can joke with her without worrying about her taking things the wrong way and snapping at me. I can talk to her about my life and whatever’s going on because it’s just easy to do so. She doesn’t say hurtful things to me, or personally attack me, when she’s mad. My dad?

“What did I do in my previous life to end up with such a failure of a daughter like you?” “There’s something really wrong with you! You’re stupid in the head.” “I don’t understand why you’re so stupid!” “You idiot lah!” And no, he doesn’t say these things in a teasing manner (the way my mum and I tease each other ‘because you dumb la… hehe’).

That one time, I really wanted to snap back, “Maybe the reason why I’m such a failure of a daughter is because you’re a such a failure of a parent!” or something that would hurt him the way he always hurts me with words.

Every. damn. time.

gek1064

This module is so anal about tutorial attendance, I can’t even -.- So I missed ONE tutorial session and wasn’t able to attend a makeup class, and I get an email from my tutor telling me my submitted Journal Entry AND Written Assignment for that week won’t be graded because of my missed attendance. Like WHAT THE HELL.

Thanks for wasting my time. I wrote all that crap for nothing, wasted my effort, wasted my time, and now I won’t be getting the credit I deserve because I wasn’t able to attend a tutorial. Anyway, I guess the good thing is that this just gives me even more motivation to not want to study for this module. B+ and I’m happy.

-middle finger to whoever came up with this ridiculous penalty- f u

 

REALLY?

My neighbour is STILL pounding and drilling away and annoying the CRAP out of me. This has been going on since October 2015 and I’m seriously losing my patience with the fucktard living above me. I’ll be going for my jaw surgery soon and if I have to keep hearing all that noise he’s making while recuperating at home, I WILL LOSE MY SHIT.

My ears are ringing, my head hurts, the table is shaking and the floor beneath my feet is vibrating. If I have to put up with this while recovering from my surgery…

what the fuck

just read an article about some fucktard chinese piece of shit who tied his dog by the neck to the back of his pickup truck and drove. The dog ran behind the truck until it could no longer keep up, its legs gave out, and it was dragged on the road until it died. WHAT THE FUCK.

Not just the fucking piece of scumbag driver who did it. But everyone else on the road who saw and did nothing to help the dog. I would have rammed the fucktard. Blocked his car. Did something. Anything. Instead, the people who saw just took photos and did nothing like the fucking fucktards they are. You have fucktards taking pictures from the back, fucktards taking pictures from the front, fucktards taking pictures from the side, and NOT A SINGLE PERSON – I MEAN SCUMBAG DIRT PIECE OF SHIT, NOT PERSON – doing anything because they’re all fucking filth lowlife scum who deserve to be brutally and painfully tortured to death. Stories like this really PISS me the fuck off. Humans are fucking pieces of shits.

I know this is common in the Middle East too. They drag their enemies along the road, sometimes while alive sometimes just to show off their corpses. You just have to go on sites like liveleak to see. And I would give ANYTHING to see this scumbag chinese driver subjected to the same fate. I would be there to pour salt in his wounds as he’s being dragged to his death. Don’t tell me an eye for an eye makes the world go blind because honestly i don’t give a shit. And don’t tell me human lives matter above any others. That’s bullshit.

And is anyone surprised that this took place in China? No, course not. People there (or should I say lowly pieces of shit-filth-scumbags there) would just walk by a person dying in the street without calling for help or checking to see if the person’s okay. Fuck you evil piece of shit who did this. And everyone else who saw and did nothing but take fucking photos, you all deserve to die too. Slowly. Painfully. fucking filth.

 

dear neighbour who lives in the apartment above mine,

About three weeks ago, I was so pleasantly woken up to the sound of heavy pounding on my ceiling. Then came the sound of drilling and buzzing, so loud and strong that I could literally feel the floor vibrating beneath my feet as I walked around my apartment, or as I sat at my desk studying for my upcoming finals.

This continued for a delightful two weeks without pause. Every day from 9 am to about 5 or 6pm. Even when I took my dog down to the void deck at ground level for a walk, I could still hear the drilling that was taking place nine floors up directly above my apartment.

Speaking of my dog, it was cute initially how spooked she was at the incessant pounding and noise. First she kept trying to hide in our bathroom, and when she was chased out by my parents, she went looking for new hiding spots. Squeezed herself into a small little corner behind my laundry basket and behind a curtain. Under my chair. On my bed under the blankets. And even when she finally gave in to sleep curled at my feet, her ears would twitch continuously at the relentless knocking and pounding and drilling.

Two weeks in, my sister who was studying for her A levels that were less than two weeks away, was driven near crazy by you. My mum went up to politely ask when you would be done, and you said in a day or two. Then the noise intensified. I gave up watching the TV because I can’t lip-read and there’s a limit as to how high I can turn the volume on.

One and a half weeks later, it finally stopped! The knocking and pounding ceased. The floor stopped vibrating beneath my feet. I could actually go for more than a minute without hearing a THUD THUD THUD and a BZZZZZZ BZZZZ BZZZZ! Hallelujah. But the next day?

THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD from 9 to 6. BZZZ BZZZ BZZZ BZZZ BZZZ from 9 to 6.

I admit, I was very tempted on more than one occasion to yell out of my window, SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING NOISY FUCKER! Not that you would have heard me over the noise you were making.

It’s now been three weeks and while the drilling has stopped, or at least happens only periodically instead of non-stop throughout the day, the pounding is still going on. Non-stop, I might add.

And yay, as I’m typing this there’s even more knocking and pounding right above my head. Lovely. You really couldn’t have picked a better time to self-renovate your house or whatever the hell you’re doing up there.

I’ve been tolerating you for three weeks now but I’m not sure how much longer I can do so. Really, here’s a giant thank you fuck you. 

Hopefully you’ll be done by the end of this year.