Newsflash

Singaporeans are still generally stupid.
Yep.
Had to say it.
If you've read my previous post,
you'll get what I'm talking about.

And if you haven't,
and especially if you're not interested in doing so,
well then...
I respect your decision.
Now go fuck yourself in the ass with a spiky dynamite.

Anyway,
I've got a to-do list in front of me.
And an even longer one in my head.

So many things to go.
So little time (shut up).
And my nose is still running like a goddamn marathon runner on crack.

Had a sort of epiphany this past weekend.
I think I already knew it,
just didn't realize it.


I hate work.
Yes, another motherfucking newsflash.
I am so very, very unique.

Anyway, yeah.
I hate working in general.

I do like sales.
But I didn't think too deeply about the why. 

Sure, I liked interacting with prospects and clients
and helping them fulfill their needs (now how on earth could this possibly be misconstrued, hmm?).
And the feeling of closing a deal.
Holy shit I love that feeling. Especially if it was a long shot to begin with.
That high. That high is what I'm constantly after.

But I delved a little deeper and understood what it is that I'm passionate about.
And in the process of doing so,
understood a little more about myself.

I'm fucking deep, man.

So what did I learn?
I like creating something from scratch,
something useful for people;
something they need or would very much like to have,
and sell a sizeable amount,
to make a lot of money in a relatively short period of time.

Yeah, I know... I know... who the fuck doesn't want that?

I'm not talking about millions here.
I'm talking about maybe starting up a company selling this product I've created,
running it for a short period of time and making a tidy profit on top of paving the way
for more profit to come,
enhancing the value to potential buyers.

The target is $100,000 in revenue per quarter.
And after 6 months to a year, I would sell the business for about $1 million.
Even if there were potential for it to become even more successful,
and even if the value were much higher,
I would rather pocket the money,
and start working on another project.
And then another.
And so on.

I like working intensely for a short period,
I always have.
22-hour days, for 6 months is fine with me (not really)(fuck off),
if there's the promise of a big reward at the end,
and a break of about a month or two.

Like back in my previous role,
I really liked how you needed to put in maximum effort for 3 months
in order to gain a sizeable bonus at the end of each quarter.

Though there wasn't a month-long break,
you still kind of got a break at the beginning of each quarter.

That is what I would like to do.
It's not going to be easy,
but eh, fuck it.

I want it.
I just need to want it badly enough.

Well enough of that.
















 

Seriously?

My nose is running,
I'm exhausted from coughing through the night,
and it just hit that I've yet to have my usual morning coffee.

Made the mistake of reading some of
the comments posted by Singaporeans
on The Real Singapore.

Not going to link to that site,
or the particular article.

I've seen too many similar comments
on many local articles,
not just from the above-mentioned site.

Man, it's like they were all dropped multiple times as babies.
Those people are just a few steps away from starring in any show about dumb criminals
which make people wonder 'Why in the hell would they do that??'

Now yea, I know... I know...
My English isn't perfect.

But goddammit,
if you're trying super-hard to come across as intelligent,
at the very least observe the BASIC RULES OF GRAMMAR.

And how do I know these mentally-challenged asshats
are trying to sound smart?
Easy. They usually straight up tell the author, or the commentator they disagree with...
that they are stupid.
Or they'll respond with insults 'Learn to thinks with your brains you is stupids!'
Something like that.

As if bad English isn't enough,
their arguments are usually vacuous.
Ok fuck that.
They just sound stupid.
Really stupid arguments that using the logic of 5 year-olds (no offense to actual 5 year-olds).

There was an article about how a first-time visitor from Vietnam
was detained at the airport for about 7 hours and deported (after being charged $189),
without having been given any reason, or even a receipt for what she was charged for.

And there were more than a few commentators implying that she was a prostitute...
that she'd done something wrong...
or maybe her friend waiting for her in Singapore had a bad record...  and so ad nauseam.

The stench of their stupid bigotry can be smelled from miles away.
And the logic! Oh my GOD the sheer lack of it.

First of all,
you stupid fucks,
the onus should be on the ICA to provide evidence of her supposed guilt.
Or at the very least, a reason should be given.

Are these idiots really OK with government agencies
having so much power with so little transparency?

Of course they are,
having come off of the conveyor belt education system,
and opened wide and swallowed the government's bullshit.

Yea, they'll keep us 'safe' as long as we let them do whatever the fuck they want to do.

It's all fine and dandy... until it happens to you.
Until then, you're more than happy to sit on your high horse (which is actually pig that has greater a intellect than you) and throw stones.

Every time I come across online Singaporean comments,
I lose even more faith in the education system,
and Singaporeans as a whole.
And trust me, the glass wasn't exactly full in the first place.

Singaporeans,
especially those who have gone through the entire local education system...
from the primary school all the way through to a local university.
This is my opinion of them: Imagine the dumbest racist rednecks you could find in the US.
Multiply their stupidity by 2 = Locally-educated Singaporeans.

And yes, of course there are exceptions.
But by and large, that's my opinion of them.

And the group that actually takes the time to post online comments like the ones I've mentioned?
Those are the ones at the very bottom of the barrel.
That little bit of coffee left at the bottom of the cup that nobody wants to touch.
The dumbest of the dumb.

Well enough of that

Superb Monday

Been a while since I've last posted.
In fact, I think it's been a full two weeks since my dengue-like fever that I've even THOUGHT about posting.

And of course naturally,
my English has suffered.
Not greatly.
But I'm struggling once again to form coherent sentences
to release my thoughts from the prison in my head.

Yea, kind of a lame-ass attempt to sound 'deep'.
Go fuck yourself.
Now. Seriously.
Great.

Anyway, I'm not too sure what exactly to write about.
Just that I know I need to write something.

Maybe about the fever.
Man that was a major pain in the ass.
A hundred blankets wouldn't have been able to get the chill out.

The fact that I'm starting to feel just a bit feverish right now,
thanks to a very slight sore throat,
is really making this Monday extra-crappy.

What else shall I write about, eh?
Oh yeah.
My idea.

Create a tiny GPS tracker for toddlers.
It needs to already be in existence. I'm not exactly in the mood (or have the ability)
to re-invent the goddamn wheel.

The trick is to get the GPS chip,
put it in the nice, easy-to-use package for parents and carers.

Then include an app for use with it.
The target audience is of course, the new mommies.
So the packaging also needs to be aesthetically pleasing to them.
Pink ponies and stuff like that, I don't know.

A rough idea is floating around in my head.
Maybe I'll try to incorporate my current company's tech.
No need for a new app to be developed. Just configure an existing one.

Alright, I'm getting ahead of myself right now.
First step is to locate the damn chip.
Shouldn't be too much  of a problem. I hope.

Well enough of that