Hazy

Am I tired?
Slept at around midnight last night,
woke up at 7.30am.

Maybe.

But the haze is back.
I feel once again,
unable to form coherent sentences and arguments.

I read a few news articles,
and immediately disagreed with them.
The counter-arguments seemed so very obvious,
yet hidden somehow.

It took someone else to articulate my thoughts.
This needs to change.

Perhaps more sleep will help.

Maybe I'm too stressed out.
Can't even think of a simple goddamn design for Threadless.

Maybe, I don't know.
So much to do today.
And here I am, trying to form coherent thoughts and sentences.

Well enough of that

Hazy

It's Monday,
and I'm back at my parents' place,
in the same place I used to sit as a kid for years and years,
with the windows to my right opening up
to a view of the endless forest outside,
a vast ocean of lush green.

My mind's in a haze.
It's hard to articulate my thoughts,
to find the words.
Hell, it's even hard to visualize simple designs
for Threadless, which I sometimes do when I've got a bit of time to think.

Things are looking up.
Jenia and I have moved back in with my parents,
and we'll be staying here for a while, I reckon.
It'll give us the opportunity to save up for a place of our own.

No more worries about landlords entering without permission,
having to catch them by setting up cameras.
No more worrying about thieves.

There is one more thing to do, however,
On the day we moved out (although our lease lasts until the end of Nov),
I left my HTC Mozart there as a camera,
to capture what would surely be another intrusion by that fat old fuck.

And this time, he would know that I know what he'd been up to.

And now, he is avoiding me,
not replying to my message to meet up.

I'm not particularly worried about him per se,
but he might have his dumbass sons at the ready,
when I come by to pick up my phone and confront him.

Might get a police escort just to make sure
I won't have to beat the shit out of them.

I'm tired.
Very tired.

Well enough of that

Dark Clouds

I am genuinely worried.
Even freaking out a little bit.

What's that?
About what, you ask?

The state of the economy?
Increasing levels of bigotry against Muslims in particular?
Global warming?

Nope.

My command of English.
That's right.

Oh shut the fuck up.

Anyway where was I?
Oh yea. My English.

Holy shit reading Singaporean-written
articles and interacting with them on an almost daily basis
is like walking through a goddamn minefield,
that's so packed with mines,
that it's impossible NOT to get hit once in a while.

Like walking past a shooting range,
where automatic machine guns are being used.

Sure, you could wear heavy armour,
and even if you could avoid getting seriously injured,
you would not escape unscathed.

One of the worse parts about reading such articles?
Not being able to immediately pinpoint a grammatical error,
because you've encountered it one too many times,
making it seem correct.

Those sneaky sons of bitches.

I'm guessing this is how
so many Singaporeans' English is breathtakingly horrible;
they and their friends make these errors so often,
they assume nothing's wrong.

And then,
these same motherfucking dumbasses turn around,
and accuse others (i.e. non-whites without 'Western accents') of speaking bad English.

Oh yes.
So long as you're White, or speak with a 'Western accent',
such as Australian or British,
then THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL YOU COULD EVER SPEAK BAD ENGLISH.

Not according to their puny little minds,
and warped thought processes.

You could be making a shit-ton of grammatical errors
and it'd still be viewed as 'excellent' in their eyes.
Fucking morons.

But if you speak with a non-Singaporean Asian accent?
These fuckers immediately jump all over you for your 'bad English'.
Without realizing they wouldn't know what proper grammar usage was
even if it was drilled into their thick-as-granite skulls.

Yeah. Thick as granite.
Can't think of anything else right now.

Don't like it?
It's OK. I respect your opinion.

So please continue to anally fist yourself.


Anyway, I need to write more.
Read more books.

This is fucking worrisome.
Goddamn dumbass Singaporeans.


Well enough of that

About Headscarves and Freedom

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Anonymous

Not sure if it's true.
I certainly hope it is.

I don't particularly care about who they are,
or what their real motivations are at this point.
Not yet.

I'm just enjoying it.
They've managed to elicit a strong response
from the government, and hell,
even shut down 19 government sites at the same time over the weekend.
That shit's awesome.

And what did I mean by a 'strong response'?
Well, we've got the cocksuckers over at the SPH hoping to get a good pat on the head
by equating Anonymous' actions to 'terrorism',
by claiming that it was an attack on Singaporean citizens.
Hell, they even went as far as saying that the hackers might even deserve the death penalty!

Now, I did not verify that last sentence.
Nonetheless, I wouldn't be surprised if they did say that.
It would fit the pattern.

So being the sadist that I am,
I went ahead and visited that faux news site
that allows mentally-challenged users to post badly-written articles.
The Real Singapore.

Just before I reached the half-way point of one such article,
I had to stop.

Whoever wrote that piece of shit
needs to be kicked in the rectum with a boot with a chainsaw attached to it.

In this stupid motherfucker's eyes,
any kind of protest that disrupts anyone's work or has the potential to have
any kind of negative impact on someone's livelihood,
any kind of protest that is deemed 'illegal' and 'unethical'
is wrong and the perpetrators need to be punished.

Right.
Emotional, straw-man arguments.
Trying so hard to appeal to your 'logical' side.

What a stupid little cunt.

First of all,
the freedom to protest against perceived
unjust laws should be sacred.

It is a democracy,
and the laws impact you.
YOU deserve to have your voice heard.

Even if I agree with those laws,
you should be allowed to express your opinions.


'But.... but... in Singapore,
can complain whaaaat!!!'
These fucking stupid sheep would bleat in indignation.

No, you are not able to do that.
What are you going to do,
go through the official channels that lead to nowhere?

Fill in an online web form.
Ask the minister a question.
Write a letter to the government-controlled newspaper.
Get a permit from the tightly-controlled Police to
organize a protest at a designated protest area,
a tiny slip of land called 'Hong Lim'.

See where that takes you.

Try expressing a negative opinion about
a law,
and once it gains traction,
see how long it is before you get hauled up before a judge.

'Defamation suits in Singapore'.
A Google search will tell you
just how quickly the propaganda machine gets going once the government pays attention.
Just as quickly as the criminal investigation begins,
alongside 'defamation' proceedings.

As for the impacts on livelihoods,
yeah,
I guess some groups matter more than others, huh?
And who gets to decide that,
you little cocksucker? You?

In case you missed the memo,
LAWS IMPACT LIVELIHOODS.

But I guess so long as you're not inconvenienced,
it's OK, right?
Fuck the others.

And back to the issue of legality.
Yea... those in power have NEVER abused that power. Ever.
The Soviets, the Communist Party in China, dictatorships around the world...

Nope.
If the government says it's illegal,
what right do YOU have to claim otherwise?
Who the hell are you to say anything about it?

Yep. Because citizens are nothing.
Pawns.
Usable and malleable.
Ultimately disposable.


GOD I hate stupid Singaporean cunts.

Well enough of that.