Showing posts with label Frustration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Frustration. Show all posts

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Singapore registered car causes deaths in family

Man and two sons die in burning van after crash

By HAMDAN RAJA ABDULLAH


TANGKAK: A church worker and his two sons were burnt to death after their van crashed into another vehicle and burst into flames late Saturday.

Another son died hours later at the hospital.

Ong Duu Siong, 46, and sons Zhen Suai, seven, and Zhen Zhee, four, died on the spot while another son Zhen Jie, three, died at the Sultanah Fatimah Specialist Hospital in Muar.

Death trap Curious onlookers gathering to look at the vehicle that burst into flames killing Ong and two of his children soon after the accident near Parit Bunga off Tangkak in Johor late on Saturday night. A third son died at the hospital later

Ong’s wife Tan Yee King and their one-year-old son Zhen Li were also rushed to the hospital where they are receiving treatment.

Ledang police chief Supt Harun Idris said the accident occurred at 11.30pm when the family was near Parit Bunga.

Ong, who worked with the Calvary Church in Muar, was driving behind a Singapore-registered car when the car suddenly turned into a house.

A car coming from the opposite direction swerved to avoid crashing into the Singapore-registered car and rammed instead into Ong’s van, he said.

The van skidded and burst into flames.

Ong was partly burnt but his sons were charred beyond recognition. He said their identification documents were also burnt.

Although Tan had no external injuries, she was traumatised, he said, adding that the police had detained the driver of the Singapore-registered car.

Meanwhile, relatives who gathered at the hospital asked reporters not to interview Tan as she was not well and needed emergency treatment.



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I'm sorry to say this. But, FUCK YOU FOREIGN DRIVERS WHO DRIVE RECKLESSLY IN MALAYSIA. Fuck you for causing deaths on our roads. Fucking stay out of Malaysia if you can't drive properly.


Think you're so good at driving? THink again. Stop killing innocent people with your horrible driving.


I think the Star was being political by stating 'singapore-registered' cars, because truth be told, even if it were a malaysian driving that car, they wouldn't drive like pricks.


You all who cause accidents and fatalities in malaysia deserve to rot in jail and for the rest of your lifes.

Fuck you. I despise all you terrible arrogant foreign drivers.

So when you come to Malaysia and tell us how terrible we are because you got robbed, this is your karma for driving so terribly on our roads. You probably deserved it being conceited and all.

P/s: this is not referring to ALL foreign drivers. I know some who drive sensibly. So for those who don't give a shit about our Malaysian-poor-economy-backward-lives, read and be warned.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Why I'm imperfect....and it's okay.

Nowadays, we often notice the need to be uber-skinny, to be modelisque, to be perfect to blend into this superficial society. We notice on medias such as the TV, magazines etc the need to be perfectly shaped to find love, to get your way in life, to have the best life.

I, being the most imperfect of all, beg to differ that trying to starve yourself to fit into the current craze of skinnyfanatic phase is not cool. In fact, its uber-lame.

There is no such thing as being thin to be accepted and loved and adored.

That is PURE bollocks.

I actually feel pretty sad for those who are not given the chance of savouring the goodness of food that has to offer.

So what if you're skinny? You're skinny to get rich men - who in turn has alot of money to find alot of other skinnier and hotter girls - who in turn dumps you for Miss 36D. The competition just goes on and on and on and there is no end as to how perfect you can sculpt yourself to be before you can finally find your trophy partner.

Ah yes. Trophy partners. The root of all evil. EGO. Everyone has ego I have to admit. Just that some people's egos are bigger than Manhattan itself. It is ridiculous to find someone who is hot and what not, but has a brain of a pea, or worse a heart of Tin-man from Wizard of Oz ergo, she/he has no heart.

Let me tell you from my humble experiences of watching my friends torturing themselves to fit into this 'perfect world' where the 'perfect man' exists.

They starve themselves to be size 0. They lost their appetites, waist line, along with their principals and morals. They get hooked up with really good looking men who are the envy of all other girls who hangs out with the same clique. The guy, obviously, who is extremely goodlooking/rich/well endowed in the lower region, gets the monthly-itch to stray. WHY? Because there will always be someone hotter than you are. Then you're left broken-hearted, doubting yourself that you're not good enough/pretty enough/ energetic enough in bed, yada yada yada. I hear these things all the time. It's like I'm Aunt Agony. I should get paid to do this shit man.

It's not that I condone obesity. Obesity on the other hand is unhealthy. You die early. Full stop. But starving yourself to look hot for your mate is, wrong.

Frankly, I've always been a size 12-14 (weight fluctuates according to my moods), and I haven had any problems to find a guy who is truly amazing (albiet not as good looking as the ones shown on magazines) but is one who is a keeper. Yes, I have had hot guys before (yes, its surprising for my Size14 figure) but all they are thinking is about their looks, what calories are going into their body when they breathe, bla bla bla bla. Is there any end to this insanity? Are there no other topics on this plane to be spoken about except your throbbing six-packs? I find it outrageously offputting.

I really find it peacing that if I could just sit down for a meal, ONE TIME, and tuck into my KFC without hearing, "once on your lips, forever on your hips". Well, if you want the truth from the horse's mouth, FUCK YOU. I don't give a shit. As long as my diet does not ONLY CONSIST of KFC, MARRYBROWN and HAGENDAAZ, and as long as I don't fall into the category of OBESE, UP YOUR SKINNY ARSE, FUCKERS. But I'm not always this crude. So inturn, I would only say, " Oh ok, you don't eat that fat-infested fried chicken then. It'll kill you, and your perfect skin too. Let me take the fall for you okay?"

Why do girls have to starve themselves to be waif thin so that BOYS, I mention boys, because MEN have better things to think about other than skinny twigs. I really don't understand? Is it that important to be on the arm of someone hot, so other people can envy you? Is that your ulterior intention? So other people can watch you with their green eyes and hope to God that they could be as perfect as you?

Right, I know I don't have the rights to criticise people who are trying to improve themselves. Ok, I'm sorry. But I really hope you nice people (and by nice I mean those whom I talk to) really take a step back and re-evaluate your goals in life. It should be "meet someone who loves me and my love handles" instead of "meet someone so hot my neighbour is so jealous of me".

But alas, there are still people on this planet who regards highly of their waistlines. Hence that is what makes the world go round. People of all sorts. That's what makes everything interesting. Imagine if everyone was the same. All skinny or all fat. Everything would just be MUNDANE and BORING. Like, cereasly. I am glad there are waif thin babes out there. They just give us the motivation to stop eating the 5th fried chicken and try to go on the tread mill for once. I'm glad there are magazines like VIVI - because we can try to doll up like those japanese babes even tho we're size 14.

And the truth is, even if you're not skinny, there will always be guys to love you. That is a true story. I am fat. But I never had a problem finding a guy who loves me insanely. The trick is to actually know yourself. Look into the mirror. You're not Angelina Jolie. So don't go looking for a Brad Pitt. Go for someone your own status. Someone who is as imperfect as you. That way, you wouldn't feel the pressure to have to upkeep yourself constantly in case he stops loving you. And again, truth betold, if he loves you, he loves you for everything. There is no such thing as him loving you if you're skinnier or prettier. SERIOUSLY. The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment. And lord knows that humans don't take disappointments too well. Live life a little simpler, and it will be a breeze for you. This simple theory goes for every aspect of life as we speak. Like for instance your qualifications. If you're not an Oxford Grad, don't even think of applying to high-end jobs because they only look for the best. If you're not the best, don't try to act like you're the best, because you'll soon realise that it's too tiring to be anything except yourself.

Like a friend of mine, John says, "If you have it, don't be too happy. If you don't, don't be upset. Because you come into this world with nothing, and you wouldn't leave with anything".

This is true for everyone. If you're not a size 0, don't be upset. There are loads of people who still treasure you for you. And there are people who WANTS to love you, and truly wants to give you the love that you DESERVE. If you're a size 0, found your prince charming, and he treats you like a Queen, then good for you. You are truly the luckiest cream of the crop. But if not, tough shit man.

Ladies, if your man really loves you for who you are, treasure him. If he doesn't, burn his car.

Guys, if you really love her, don't ask her to change a bit. Because you're just mind-fucking her into insanity.

Why I'm ok being imperfect you ask? I don't know really. I just feel, happy the way I am. Of course I wouldn't go OTT and gain like 20 kilos from my current weight. I just hope this message gets through to all the lovely ladies out there. Because you're truly amazing the way you are, size 0 or size 28. Really. If you don't give men the power of choosing the best, they wouldn't treat you like dirt, or make you feel the need to puke your lunch out.

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Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Fucking hypocrite

Fucking hell. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

You're a bastard scumbag cunt.

I hate you. I fucking hate you.

You have no morals. You are a two headed dickhead asshole. I fucking hate the way how much gel you use to drown your hair. I fucking hate how you like to humiliate your peers in front of the whole world.

You have no class. You have no standards. You have no basic human integrity.

Your fucking cunt face disgusts me. Even cunts look better than you.

Fucking hell you don't deserve to be sitting at your post for physically hitting your clerks. And pregnant clerks too. Bullying women? I think you have a PhD in that.

Fucking threatened to hit me? You really want to go down that road??

I don't see you giving the same treatment to men. I bet you know they'll fucking punch your face in with your motherfucking attitude.

I should report you to the council. I really should. You know what? I think I might. They should come and investigate and fire your sorry ass for physically and emotionally hurting your poor poor staffs.

I have no respect for you. NADA.

YOU DON'T DESERVE IT. So stop demanding any respect from me.

No good family man of 2 young children will outrightly disgrace his fellow colleagues just like that.

Throwing files on the floor and making them pick it up? Even dogs deserve much more than your fucking attitude.

Don't be such a fucking hypocrite and be a vegetarian and so buddhismy and all that whole load of junk and bollocks.

"OH I'm a vegetarian. I'm a saint because I don't eat meat so my karma will be good and I won't be sent to hell for my sins. And oh, IT HELPS MY TEMPER TOO."

WELL BEAM ME UP SCOTTY. That's fucking BULLSHIT and yous knows it.

You deserve to be in hell for eternity for EVERYTHING.

You're not righteous. You're a disgrace to all mankind.

I DESPISE YOU. I HATE YOU.

If you die, I'd do a little cheer. I might shed a sympathetic crocodile tear for your kids. Then I'll tell them when they grow up what a fucking dickhead their father was, how he really deserved to die, and lucky and better off they are without him.

GO FUCK YOUR SELF ASS HOLE. NO ONE GIVES A FUCKING DAMN ABOUT YOUR NON FUNNY ASS-LAME JOKES.

Fucktard.

See, I'm not usually like this. I'm all for flowers, puppies and ice cream. But as for you, you lying scumbag motherfucking cunt, you have pissed me off way too terribly.

You asked for it.