<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11745182</id><updated>2011-07-16T05:27:23.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>Finally...a Medium with which we can vent our frustrations upon...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannacomplain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11745182/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannacomplain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>John and Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11745182.post-113612395342028698</id><published>2006-01-01T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T22:07:18.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With 350 Bucks a month come GREAT responsiblity</title><content type='html'>I am entering my post, full of anger and resentment, at the very bullshit organization that is the army. The army has lots of advertisements aimed at recruiting more young men, to serve it. Away from the frontline, the guns and the fancy artillery, stand.. THE SERVICE SECTOR. Yup, we are the men never recognized for efforts toward the well being of any branch within the armyl. The army, is where people underserving of their ranks, progress far. At the expense of.. you guessed it, the people at the bottom of the "foodchain".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was this incident, which just happened, I was clearing my leave some time ago, however, I was made to come back to help some intolerable people do their job. And, being the good guy that I am, I returned without protest. And there I was, on my day of leave, MY ENTITLEMENT, waiting for this officer, to return back to camp, to charge a serviceman. After half a day of waiting, I left. The same thing happened again the next day. WHY WASTE MY TIME? I returned again, on the third day, and no one told me that the serviceman to be charged, WAS ON BLOODY LEAVE!! WHAT THE HELL??!! Just because I have a low rank, does not mean my time is unimportant. 350 BUCKS IS NOT WORTH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who I know, and who have been a real pain in the ass FU*K YOU. Fu*king buncha shmucks, acting all gangster, you can't even think properly. Just because an officer is defending you guys, doesn't mean you can act all high and m ighty. FU*K YOU again, you are the same rank as I am. NO PRIVELEGE. I'll report your sorry asses the next time you pull off some dumb fuck bullshit again. If no action is taken against you, I'll report it further. And I'll watch the fireworks. HAVE A FU*KING NEW YEAR. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me for the extreme usage of profanity, I am not in a good mood..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11745182-113612395342028698?l=iwannacomplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannacomplain.blogspot.com/feeds/113612395342028698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11745182&amp;postID=113612395342028698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11745182/posts/default/113612395342028698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11745182/posts/default/113612395342028698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannacomplain.blogspot.com/2006/01/with-350-bucks-month-come-great.html' title='With 350 Bucks a month come GREAT responsiblity'/><author><name>John Foul Mowf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18074585897095009157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11745182.post-112460288923907389</id><published>2005-08-21T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T17:08:25.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lift Does A Houdini...</title><content type='html'>This is something which has been annoying us for a long time now...It seems that some Singaporeans do think the lift might disappear before their very eyes, if they don't get into the lift fast enough.. Is it fact? Or fiction? This might be one of the greatest mysteries in our country's history.. Why do lifts appear to be disappearing??&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 443px; height: 443px;" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a228/carolynlsy/Bloggie/lift.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;John &amp; Carol&lt;/span&gt;:* Are in a lift waiting to reach their floor*&lt;br /&gt;Lift reaches ground floor of John's block *DING!* The lift door opens.&lt;br /&gt;Before they can get out of the lift.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritating Mother&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AYE! Faster! Faster! Lift come oledy..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Pushes blur kid in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all happens whilst John and Carol are still in the lift trying to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TSK!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Glares and Snarls at irritating mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Irritating Mother&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Stares back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TSK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;continues pushing kid in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TSK!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;With a bulldog snarl rams his way past irritating mother and blur kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the typical scene we would encounter when travelling in a lift. Are they that frightened they would lose the chance to take the lift? Would the lift vanish into thin air? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ARE WE TRANSPARENT??&lt;/span&gt; I don't believe we are a pair of ghostly entities that people can just walk through us. We have come to the conclusion that.. YES.. some Singaporeans are without a doubt plain S-T-U-P-I-D and BLIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy campaigns are definetly a waste of money, since no one bothers to listen to them anyway. Leaving nice people such as us, to unleash our powers of sarcasm and sheer contempt upon these simple minded souls. This is going to be a never ending cycle of lift squeezing and the belief that lifts can disappear... ooo spooky... *rolls eyeballs* So wake up! Before we start carrying a cattle prod with us.. it wouldn't be nice to have one jammed up your bum :o) Even a blind baboon in a wheelchair wouldn't do this to people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11745182-112460288923907389?l=iwannacomplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannacomplain.blogspot.com/feeds/112460288923907389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11745182&amp;postID=112460288923907389&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11745182/posts/default/112460288923907389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11745182/posts/default/112460288923907389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannacomplain.blogspot.com/2005/08/lift-does-houdini.html' title='The Lift Does A Houdini...'/><author><name>John and Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a228/carolynlsy/Bloggie/th_lift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11745182.post-112436927690547106</id><published>2005-08-18T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:47:56.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's Creeping Behind us...</title><content type='html'>Yup back on the blog again. Not too long ago, we were at causeway point shopping around abit. There we were looking at some clothes at this shop im not going to tell you which one, but it's next to John Little. I was trying to look at a suitable piece of clothing for Carol, but it was rather uncomfortable as we could feel a pair of eyes trailing us wherever we went.. worst of all.. IT was following us...Have you ever been followed? scarey isn't it? The feeling of not being able to move around freely..it chokes you up... OH MY GOD!!! We try to move around, trying to shake IT off,but IT was unrelentless in IT'S pursuit. The feeling of panick coarsed through my entire body.. Carol and I break into a cold sweat.. finally we realised what IT was... the dreaded.. the most dreaded species of salespeople... THE OVER ZEALOUS COMMISSION SEEKING SALESPERSON!!! ( scarey music plays)&lt;br /&gt;         I just don't understand these people.. why do something like that? It won't do much to increase their paycheques by scaring off potential customers. We were like so ready to buy that article of clothing.. till we were scared off. What made matters worse was she had one of the most unsmiling,&lt;br /&gt;and unfriendly faces I have ever seen. We escaped her clutches before she wanted to say anymore.. with a huge sigh of relief and the lowering of my blood pressure, we continued on our shopping trip. &lt;br /&gt;         To any of you reading this who have a job in this line... PLEASE DO NOT BE LIKE THAT...unfortunately for me and Carol, we had to go back to that shop later on in the day, it was the only place which sold what we wanted.. I'd rather buy chapati from an old naked man with sagging balls.. then go through what we did again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11745182-112436927690547106?l=iwannacomplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannacomplain.blogspot.com/feeds/112436927690547106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11745182&amp;postID=112436927690547106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11745182/posts/default/112436927690547106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11745182/posts/default/112436927690547106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannacomplain.blogspot.com/2005/08/someones-creeping-behind-us.html' title='Someone&apos;s Creeping Behind us...'/><author><name>John Foul Mowf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18074585897095009157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11745182.post-112369518696021569</id><published>2005-08-11T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T01:15:37.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vertical Beds?!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm back!!&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha!! After all these month of lazing..&lt;br /&gt;Wait, no, not lazing, I'm not a lazy pig.. I'm just busy.. I swear... Really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my complain... What's one of the worst things that can happen to you on a train? Well, for me, it'll be not having something to hold on to (other than having some "salty pig trotters" touching me), and it's not that there aren't any around me.. It's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;right in front of my face&lt;/span&gt; yet i can't find any space small to place my cute &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;small &lt;/span&gt;hands on it to save my dear life when the train stops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder in what way does the handle bar thingy look like a bed... I've looked at it from every possible angle( 15&lt;sup&gt;o&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;, 36&lt;sup&gt;o&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;, etc, etc, etc) but still can't figure it out.. Hmmm.. Maybe if people bring along a pillow the next time they "lie" down on their "bed" will make it easier for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 452px; height: 413px;" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a228/carolynlsy/Bloggie/inide-mrt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that there was once when John and I were on a crowded train, going back home from town on a weekend (you know how crowded the train can get). Anyway, we were standing in front of the bar thingy, and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOLDING&lt;/span&gt; on to it&lt;/span&gt;.. John &amp;amp; I were chatting away happily.. Until.... This dumb dumb indian lady board the train... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She SAW my hand &lt;/span&gt;there but  still moved towards the bar, brush her oily hair on my cute &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt; hand, and lean on it.. (a miniature backrest???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "tsk-ing" (no matter how loud) doesn't seem work.. When I finally got her attention, guess what? She just turned, looked at me, and turned around.. I swear I was controlling my urge (tried very hard) to just kick her in the bum, and ask her to FO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can Singaporeans be so inconsiderate?? Get their comfort at the expense of others safety... Aiyoyo*shakes head*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11745182-112369518696021569?l=iwannacomplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannacomplain.blogspot.com/feeds/112369518696021569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11745182&amp;postID=112369518696021569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11745182/posts/default/112369518696021569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11745182/posts/default/112369518696021569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannacomplain.blogspot.com/2005/08/vertical-beds.html' title='Vertical Beds?!'/><author><name>Carol the Nagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a228/carolynlsy/Bloggie/th_inide-mrt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11745182.post-112342135057646388</id><published>2005-08-07T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T02:21:27.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two scoops of bullshit and unsmiling faces please..</title><content type='html'>WOW.. I am truly in a mood for complaining. There was this time Carolyn and I were at Causeway point, it was a hot day and we soooo needed an ice cream.. so we went to this ice cream parlour.. it's not Swensen's.. guess which one I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shitty weather for the day, will put a person in a really bad mood, and there we were, two pissed off and hot individuals with a mood to rival a woman with the worse case of PMS ever! And we had to encounter horrible service. No smile, no welcoming gestures, just a cold hard stare...I know they are selling ice cream, but having an ice cold attitude.. that's horse shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we scanned through the menu, with wonderfully named sundaes and waffles, each name generating enough imagination to make you orgasm on your feet.(I am exaggerating) Our hunger got the better of us. And we ordered two SUPPOSEDLY yummy sundaes. This is a place where you are not escorted to your seat. (bigger hint as to which ice cream parlour this is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat there.. at our seats.. staring hungrily at others' sundaes and waffles...hearing a child getting beaten by his over zealous mother..an oddly matched couple whispering to each other...and so time ticked on..not bothering that our body temperatures were rising steadily, caused by the lack of an ice cold sundae..*drip drip*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seemed to be an eternity, our sundaes arrived. Our hearts leapt in happiness, and our bellies anticipated this gift of good food. To our great &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;DISMAY&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;DISPLEASURE&lt;/span&gt;, the first sundae, a strawberry one, looked as if a dog with food poisoning took a crap in it. It was dripping and overflowing, i could not tell if it was really a sundae. it cost me about 8 bucks! I could have chopped off my arms and made a better sundae than this travesty. However, with a heavy heart, and almost empty wallet, we finished the first of the "twin disasters". A short while later, my chocolate sundae arrived.. in all its cookie glory..if the first one looked like a dog took a crap in it.. this one looked as if a llama with a hangover and foodpoisoning hurled and took a dump on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 442px; height: 387px;" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a228/carolynlsy/Bloggie/sundae.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 16 of my hard earned NS dollars was spent on cheap ice cream and unsmiling hags. I could have gotten better service at Orchard towers with a toothless tranny. So there you have it, you now know where &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;NOT TO GO FOR AN ICE CREAM ON A HOT DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11745182-112342135057646388?l=iwannacomplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannacomplain.blogspot.com/feeds/112342135057646388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11745182&amp;postID=112342135057646388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11745182/posts/default/112342135057646388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11745182/posts/default/112342135057646388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannacomplain.blogspot.com/2005/08/two-scoops-of-bullshit-and-unsmiling.html' title='Two scoops of bullshit and unsmiling faces please..'/><author><name>John Foul Mowf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18074585897095009157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a228/carolynlsy/Bloggie/th_sundae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11745182.post-112341330756305889</id><published>2005-08-07T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T17:15:23.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Peanut is worth much more than you think..</title><content type='html'>Back here again, i suddenly have this great urge to complain about lots of things i've been pondering about over the past couple of months. As the NKF saga unfolded, things were said by people which did not make much sense or were just plain shocking. One of these involved an interview with a person who &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAS &lt;/span&gt;of highstanding within the NKF. She defended T T Durai's obscene salary, saying it was peanuts when compared to the vast reserves that they had accumulated.&lt;br /&gt;Now let us go deeper into what she said, and I shaly 4 inches. Now look at the math.&lt;br /&gt;ll tell you how much of a peanut I am actually earning. Let us be nice, and give this much respected person the benefit of doubt, that she was talking about the world's largest peanut, measured at approximate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;4 inches of peanut --&gt; about $600 000 TT Durai's alleged yearly salary  My NS allowance $ 4 200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A monthly salary of $50 000 for him and $350 for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;350/50 000 = 0.007 times of a 4 inch peanut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;0.007 x 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;= &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0.028 inches!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 454px; height: 320px;" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a228/carolynlsy/Bloggie/peanut.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God! That's how much of a peanut im taking home. Wow. If he really is earning peanuts, then I must say, i don't want to be greedy.. all i want to do is to earn peanuts! I have no idea what triggered her to make such sacrilegus statements. I'm sure the rest of Singapore who are not earning peanuts would be visibly pissed off. A gold plated tap for his personal bathroom? I'd be glad for a place to shit in properly, let alone have a gold tap. Singaporeans are pissed off, we are being charitied to death. Weekly donation drives by smelly students (read first blog entry), monthly TV fund raisers which send me to sleep. We were all just waiting for this bomb to drop. An excuse to stop donating to sanctimonious charity organisers bent on achieving a place in the holy trinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing against charities, and appreciate the help it has given to thousands of needy Singaporeans. But for someone to talk about an obscene salary and saying it is peanuts, in a country where everyone is fighting to pay for things we will never really own, it is definetly &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;MOST DEFINETLY&lt;/span&gt;  a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;KICK IN MY GROIN&lt;/span&gt;. I'd like to see what they intend to do to get the public's trust back. Trying paying 'peanuts' to their next CEO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11745182-112341330756305889?l=iwannacomplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannacomplain.blogspot.com/feeds/112341330756305889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11745182&amp;postID=112341330756305889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11745182/posts/default/112341330756305889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11745182/posts/default/112341330756305889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannacomplain.blogspot.com/2005/08/peanut-is-worth-much-more-than-you.html' title='A Peanut is worth much more than you think..'/><author><name>John Foul Mowf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18074585897095009157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a228/carolynlsy/Bloggie/th_peanut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11745182.post-112340956887073501</id><published>2005-08-07T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T00:03:40.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad English? You ain't seen nothing yet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes it's been a long time since we last blogged, i've been having difficulty finding inspiration after a one month long MC drained my brain of all its creative juices.(actually it was caused by being pissed off with a certain &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt; game)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The government has spent alot of money year after year on campaigns targeting the masses to speak better english.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Guess what??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAILURE YET AGAIN!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I guess simple minded people can be forgiven if they mispell a word or two, but people who work in our grassroots organizations? I think that's a huge kick in the balls to our governments efforts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;There I was waiting for the lift, after a long day, i just happened to glance at the notice board to see what new "ideas" they had to bring the community together. And at the top of the board, this advertisement for childrens' art classes stuck out like a sore thumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 360px;" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a228/carolynlsy/Bloggie/Image32.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 460px; height: 360px;" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a228/carolynlsy/Bloggie/clayon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It definetly tickled me silly, and I could have laughed till I ruptured a spleen. It's ridiculous. A spelling error like that is unforgiveable. I can just imagine a bunch of "cheena-piang" sitting around a table at one of their weekly meetings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Goondu  : " eh boss, how ah to spell 'clay-yon' (it's actually "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;crayon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Chairman: Aiyo, you ah damn jia lat, this one Singapoh leh. Government spend and spend so that we all can speak engrrish plopely. Simpir thing also donno how to spell..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Goondu : Aiyah.. sorry la, I no go school one, now only going for night crasses (classes) at ITE, but hor you must aglee (agree) my engrrish (english) got imploov (improve) already leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Chariman : Yah hor, you are right. okay okay. very easy to spell one..( he thinks to himself for a moment, and remembers what his English lecturer taught him, break up the words and spell them slowly according to how it is pronounced) C-L-A-Y-O-N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Goondu: Wah! So easy! i really must imploov, so can be better at sperring (spelling).. correct hor? the sperring (spelling) and the way I say it the same. good good. must learn more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;YES.. sadly this is what happens. Instead of improving our already appalling english standards, here we are being subjected to poor english usage by people working for the Government. This was definetly no typo. Think about it. And you'll agree with me that people actually speak this way. SAVE OUR CHILDREN AND GET THESE BUGGERS OUT OF THEIR POSITIONS. I'd rather learn spelling from a shitting baboon reading a newspaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11745182-112340956887073501?l=iwannacomplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannacomplain.blogspot.com/feeds/112340956887073501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11745182&amp;postID=112340956887073501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11745182/posts/default/112340956887073501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11745182/posts/default/112340956887073501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannacomplain.blogspot.com/2005/08/bad-english-you-aint-seen-nothing-yet_07.html' title='Bad English? You ain&apos;t seen nothing yet...'/><author><name>John Foul Mowf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18074585897095009157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a228/carolynlsy/Bloggie/th_Image32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11745182.post-111837744678151041</id><published>2005-06-10T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T01:06:20.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIrty toilets..society's evil...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a228/carolynlsy/Bloggie/toiletpoo.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i am back from a retreat on Sentosa island. Sounds relaxing? Not quite. why? Diarrhea was the cause of my misery.. to make matters worse.. the "resort" ( i'm using this word rather loosely in this context) i was staying on had true kampung styled toilets to match the accomodation provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me explain... no toilet seats were available.. i repeat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO TOILET SEATS WERE AVAILABLE! &lt;/span&gt;i didn't know we were still living in stone age times.. i feel like a complete neanderthal...anyway that aside. as i approached the entrance of the toilet, this extremely foul smell filled the air.. i thought to myself "no this can't be..no toilet can smell that bad.." unfortunately... it was the toilet..with enough stench to make an entire elephant herd go down on their knees..i walked in and immediately wished i didn't have a nose.. with my shit about to erupt from my a-hole. i rushed into the cubicle.. to find that someone had already shat all over the place.. and had the toilet bowl stuffed with shit stained toilet paper for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since nothing else wrong could go wrong.. that's what i thought anyway.. i just did my business with the filth all around me.,. and tried my best not to die. is it that difficult to push the little button which says "flush" on it? i guess most singaporeans are suffering from extreme arthritis and cannot bear to use their pained fingers to press anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's not talk about shitting. even pissing. its as if singaporean men have dongs larger and thicker than a whale's. that they can't aim properly into the lil thing called the toilet bowl. there's piss everywhere!!! everyone is chasing the dream of driving a luxury car.. owning landed property and having tons of cash.. behaviour like that is grossly unacceptable. sigh... when will we become a society of manners and well aimed piss?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11745182-111837744678151041?l=iwannacomplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannacomplain.blogspot.com/feeds/111837744678151041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11745182&amp;postID=111837744678151041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11745182/posts/default/111837744678151041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11745182/posts/default/111837744678151041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannacomplain.blogspot.com/2005/06/dirty-toiletssocietys-evil.html' title='DIrty toilets..society&apos;s evil...'/><author><name>John Foul Mowf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18074585897095009157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a228/carolynlsy/Bloggie/th_toiletpoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11745182.post-111746129152129117</id><published>2005-05-30T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T17:29:18.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the thinking army..yeah right..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 442px; height: 442px;" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a228/carolynlsy/Bloggie/army.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i am now serving national service in the army. before i enlisted i had wonderful notions of what the army was all about. a modern army that thinks and does things professionally. however i was proven wrong and the high esteem which i held the SAF in was shattered. yes, im about to expose the army. come sue me. i'm just being honest here.&lt;br /&gt;yes, for all those who are going to enlist, now is your chance to know what the army is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the army does not give a damn about you. :o) yes that is true. unless they have another NS man drown, they'll not bother much. professionalism is something which they convinced themselves that they have. unfortunately they are very much mistaken. many SAF personnel are just a waste of taxpayers' money. some officers have barely passed their O levels. and they are expected to lead their men? thats a load of BS. these people have been in the army too long and have gotten dizzy with power their ranks have brought them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the army, you do not have an opinion.and you have no rights. if you are not a "yes man" its about time you change. if you don't want to get in trouble with your superiors, never give your opinion. it might come back to haunt you. and if you've got health problems, you will always be assumed to be malingering,.till you have a medical report 12 inches thick. sometimes, despite all the proof, they'll still be out to make a jack ass out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why do we have to serve NS? we are being paid below the minimum wage. we get fu**ed all the time, and for no reason. what is the point in all this? does getting fu**ed all the time necessarily make me a better person in life? how about those who do not respond well to public criticism? the consequences of doing this to an unprepared teen can have disastrous outcomes. and if something happens. who can take responsibility? society cannot be built upon these foundations. it's time for Singapore to wake up, and stop hiding from the truth. do we really need NS?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11745182-111746129152129117?l=iwannacomplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannacomplain.blogspot.com/feeds/111746129152129117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11745182&amp;postID=111746129152129117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11745182/posts/default/111746129152129117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11745182/posts/default/111746129152129117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannacomplain.blogspot.com/2005/05/thinking-armyyeah-right.html' title='the thinking army..yeah right..'/><author><name>John Foul Mowf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18074585897095009157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a228/carolynlsy/Bloggie/th_army.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11745182.post-112325770481512225</id><published>2005-05-20T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T02:01:18.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Problem with Singaporeans...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have you ever wondered why people like to congregate in the masses, in front of the MRT door? Why do they do that despite announcements over the PA system, to keep clear of the doors and allow passengers to alight first? My conclusion is that people are stupid. Yes, it is true. &lt;span style="color:yellow;"&gt;Kiasuism&lt;/span&gt; has become so much a part of our lives that we can't even allow people to alight the train first. Yes, we are far from being a gracious society...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;John is trying to get off the train...he says "Excuse me" many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);"&gt;People refuse to give way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;So John bulldozes his way through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);"&gt;People create a big hoo-ha calling him rude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it.. Was John wrong in doing that? People were apparently very deaf and blind, because they failed to see his large frame. So to get off the train, he had to make use of his size to escape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we need to be armed with loudhailers and wear a gigantic sign saying "&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;Excuse me your Royal Highnesses, I need to get off the train&lt;/span&gt;". Is that what we need to resort to? I dread taking the train every time it is crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 449px; height: 360px;" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a228/carolynlsy/Bloggie/train.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I bet everyone has encountered something like that in one way or another. If people want to be stupid and expect you to fly over them when getting off the train, I say just follow John... Bulldoze your way through!! Gracious society here we come!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11745182-112325770481512225?l=iwannacomplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannacomplain.blogspot.com/feeds/112325770481512225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11745182&amp;postID=112325770481512225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11745182/posts/default/112325770481512225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11745182/posts/default/112325770481512225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannacomplain.blogspot.com/2005/05/problem-with-singaporeans.html' title='The Problem with Singaporeans...'/><author><name>Carol the Nagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a228/carolynlsy/Bloggie/th_train.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11745182.post-112325653698977755</id><published>2005-04-24T15:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T00:04:49.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discomfort with C.O.M.F.O.R.T</title><content type='html'>Ahh yes, Singaporeans' age long war with the ever present cabbies have taken a huge twist. YES with the inclusion of my very foul mouth, i have decided to embark on a quest to expose the bad cabbies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My questions for you people out there... do you feel somewhat awkward at times when you step into a cab? Feel nervous to tell a cabby you are going to a destination 2 km away? Feel intimidated by a cabby with a "black face"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fret not..however if you are even worried by these things, i must add that you are nothing more than shit stuck on a piece of toilet paper, your life has no meaning whatsoever. Why in the name of God would you be afraid to make demands to a person you are effectively paying at the end of the trip? Why shiver with fear? Isn't it your right to be a jackass on board a vehicle you are renting for that period of time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of cabbies with the attitudes of a lion with a toothache. Just the other day I was on board a taxi on my way back to camp. The driver did not even greet me as I stepped in, he also grunted an incoherent question regarding my destination. Throughout the journey he had this "cucumber up the backside" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Cabby&lt;/span&gt;: Where you want to go ah? (said in a&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Chewbacca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;like manner which could not be deciphered immediately)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: I need to go to XXX camp, I'm not too sure what the name of the roads are but&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; i'll direct you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Cabby&lt;/span&gt;: Which roads you want to take? BKE? (still said in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Chewbacca&lt;/span&gt; voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: err.. sorry uncle ( i actually apologized to that asswipe) i'm really not sure,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; i'll just direct you there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Cabby&lt;/span&gt;: Aiyo! Like that also donno, how can liddat wan? jia lat! you from where one ah? (Rude &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Chewbacca&lt;/span&gt; voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: (blood pressure increasing) Just drive, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i'll direct you&lt;/span&gt; (this has been said repeatedly to this dork)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a classic example of a cabby's hospitality and politeness. Will someone please give him an award... here's another example of a rude cabby when my aunt and I were in the cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Cabby&lt;/span&gt;: Where you all going ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: XXX road please, we are in a hurry. So if you can, drive a little faster please.&lt;br /&gt;(journey goes on uneventful...until....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Cabby&lt;/span&gt;: Wah.. my cab like slanting to one side leh..How come you all so big ah? Should go on diet. Like that for me jia lat. wait Tar-ya (tyre) bong-chet ( puncture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the proportions of my aunt's body are ASTRONOMICAL! It still was a very rude thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness not all cabbies are like that...or i might be forced to open the vortex of hell (which is my mouth) In my opinion, cabbies should be chained to a post and whipped with bullwhip, till they become polite. :o) Peace to the world..FO! I HATE CABBIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chewbacca for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a228/carolynlsy/Bloggie/chewbacca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11745182-112325653698977755?l=iwannacomplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannacomplain.blogspot.com/feeds/112325653698977755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11745182&amp;postID=112325653698977755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11745182/posts/default/112325653698977755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11745182/posts/default/112325653698977755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannacomplain.blogspot.com/2005/04/discomfort-with-comfort_24.html' title='Discomfort with C.O.M.F.O.R.T'/><author><name>John Foul Mowf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18074585897095009157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a228/carolynlsy/Bloggie/th_chewbacca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11745182.post-111292970285562415</id><published>2005-04-08T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T18:12:28.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The risk of being near someone in a Mesh Top...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 452px; height: 452px;" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a228/carolynlsy/Bloggie/mesh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A law should be passed to ban FAT people from wearing MESH TOPS!&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mistaken, I have nothing against fat people, but then, some of them just don't know that some clothes are just not for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe some time in your life, be it once or twice (or maybe more for unlucky people like me), you'll see this person with a terribly bad figure in a "&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt;" mesh top. If they feel that they are cool by wearing the stupid top .. Please, can some kind hearted soul tell them they're not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're not only making a fool of themselves, they're also putting the poor soul who's so unlucky to be in their presence in a difficult position. I definitely won't want to be in his/her shoes, wait, i won't even want to imagine myself in his/her shoes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when I was boarding the train, my vision was somehow attracted to this uncle standing at the side of the train's entrance.. Why? Cause there's something attractive about... what he's wearing. Yeah the "sexy" top (duh..). And the best part is he has a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SUPER DUPER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; paunch. (Okay fine I'm exaggerating.. a little.. it's really not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. I swear!)  Double whopper burgers cannot fit into a Big Mac box!!! Get it ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11745182-111292970285562415?l=iwannacomplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannacomplain.blogspot.com/feeds/111292970285562415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11745182&amp;postID=111292970285562415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11745182/posts/default/111292970285562415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11745182/posts/default/111292970285562415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannacomplain.blogspot.com/2005/04/risk-of-being-near-someone-in-mesh-top.html' title='The risk of being near someone in a Mesh Top...'/><author><name>Carol the Nagger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a228/carolynlsy/Bloggie/th_mesh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11745182.post-111241688372262708</id><published>2005-04-02T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T04:29:35.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain in a can</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is our first topic in our new blog... And it also happens to be our first ever blog.. At least with an entry in it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 456px; height: 605px;" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a228/carolynlsy/Bloggie/can.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking around on a weekend.. Trying to relax,you'd expect people not to annoy you..but then..our shopping malls,mrt stations have been invaded..by a force of a different kind..STUDENTS ARMED WITH DONATION CANS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every week there seems to be a new cause we are donating for.We're not being miserly or anything..but come on!! every weekend??!! does singaporeans really have that kind of money to donate? too little and they give us weird looks and mumble under their breaths..a little too much and they thank us like Gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now this is how it works out.keep this in mind,these students can be found at almost every MRT station. if we were to donate $2&lt;br /&gt;at woodlands, and another $2 upon arriving at orchard,that makes up to an extra $4 on a saturday..now for an NS man that's a small fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;$4 on one saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;                                        $4 x 4 saturdays = $16 a month!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;                                           WOAH!!!! A veritable mint!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;what we can get for $16:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;                                            2 plates of chicken rice = $5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;                                                  2 soft drinks = $2.40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;                                                  2 ice kachangs = $3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;                                            ----------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;                                                        total $10.40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look! a meal! and we'd still have change for candy and snacks later. Come on..does that little measly bit we donate count? i see people slotting a 5 cent coin in those cans, and grabbing as many stickers as they can.thinking itll protect them from the next round of students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are just too many of them,someone should write in to the ministry of education and complain. this culture of donation cans,tickets,must stop. normal singaporeans like us should stop being mobbed by these students.who harrass us till we drop a coin in. And i hate it when they call me uncle..It's always.. "uncle please donate to..bla bla bla." and "uncle i would appreciate it..bla bla bla"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are sick of this shit that we have to go through..would someone please liberate us from this..we need to save our money..we are only an NS man and a student..we should be the ones holding the donation can. and i can't believe that people &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARE PAID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to ask for donations..that has got to be the most ridiculous notion we have heard of..what next? stray animals holding donation cans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are not mean people.we donate to the nice old lady selling tissue paper when we can, or the blind man busking. But the cans...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GET RID OF THEM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11745182-111241688372262708?l=iwannacomplain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannacomplain.blogspot.com/feeds/111241688372262708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11745182&amp;postID=111241688372262708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11745182/posts/default/111241688372262708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11745182/posts/default/111241688372262708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannacomplain.blogspot.com/2005/04/pain-in-can.html' title='Pain in a can'/><author><name>John and Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a228/carolynlsy/Bloggie/th_can.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
