Category: Ranting Is a Right

Damn hairdresser!

I’ve already stated very clearly, I want the front to be long and the back to be shorter, kinda puffy (similar to Denise Keller’s current do), not too much layering I want to have a classic style. And you said you know what I mean. You said, yeah…concave mah.

Then you cut and cut and cut and cut and now I end up looking like a little boy.

Fuck you lah!!!!!!!!!! I said you’ve veered off course but you kept saying you’re making my hair look good. Fuck you lah!!!!!!!! What’s the point of making my hair look good if it doesn’t make me look good. I don’t want to look like a little boy!!!!!!!! And the worst thing of all it doesn’t even look good, you’ve layered so much my hair looks so fucking flat. I hate you I HATE YOUUUUUUU

So what you’re the fucking “professional stylist”, stick your awards up your fucking arse now I look like a little boy. I don’t care if 200 million Ah Lians think my hair looks good, cause I’d be fucking damed if I needed approval from them. Asshole, now I don’t even know if it’s possible to grow my hair out without looking like a homeless person later on.

Why???? What’s my crime?? I thought all my previous bad hair days were attributed to cheap hairdressers so I switched to a more upmarket one, also same thing!? WTFWTFWTF lies all lies.

Does this look concave to you?

It’s bloody jagged.

Flatter than my boobs.

Never again, I’m just going to grow my hair till I look like Rapunzel.

Fools and monkeys.

The good old days of blogosphere have passed. There was a time when you could voice radical opinions without incurring the wrath of the monkeys. In order to achieve that took a lot of skills. It’s really an art, so to speak. And the art is called subtlety. So, what was so wrong with those times? When you could think aloud and make them monkeys go purple from frustration without landing yourself in the zoo. Positive changes did take place, albeit slowly but it guaranteed everyone’s right and freedom to a healthy extent. I had no problem with that.

Malaysians are accustomed to the lack of freedom in expression, particularly when it pertains to issue regarding the monkeys. When blogs emerged as a medium of expression, people were pleased. Finally, we got to write about things that the main publications would not publish. But Malaysians aren’t fools, Malaysians exercise cautions. Even the most radical blogger have lawyers to back him up in case he slipped up, no?

So those were the good old days. But, where have they gone to? Some prolific bloggers have allowed fame and blind support to get into their heads, thus causing them to believe that they’re invincible. That they are the untouchables. They get so bloated up with pride that they think everything in blogosphere happens in relative to them. Of course, that couldn’t be further from the truth. However, the monkeys, stupid as they may be, are just happen to be smart enough to play along to that. Why shut up the few brash ones when you could shut up the whole lot of them, they think to themselves.

All Malaysian bloggers are walking on thin ice now. And who is to blame? I’m afraid, the fools have rushed in and let the monkeys steal the bananas.

Seven thoughts in the evening.

1. If your writing is bad, don’t count on getting paid. If you think your stuff is worth more than what is offered, then give it to other companies that are credible enough to gauge your writing quality. Don’t be stupid and expect to get paid by stupid companies that have the “just a few words cleverly strung together” mentality. Or, don’t be stupid cause maybe the words aren’t that cleverly strung together in the first place.

2. Just like some musicians shouldn’t blame piracy for their lack of sales (because their music sucks), some writers shouldn’t blame bloggers for their lack of income (because their writing sucks).

3. Some refreshing of memories here. I love having my face plastered on national papers. Don’t you? Oi NST & JARING, when the hell are you going to do a mega photoshoot for me, trust me with a wee bit of professional makeup and some designer clothes I can blow people’s minds away! Serious!! When the hell are you going to let me live up to my blog header? Sex sells. Hot chicks sell. I selllllllll. Call me.

4. You know what’s more angry-fying than seeing that you’re being accused of being exploited by capitalistic/pro-goverment corporation? It’s that those who accused you of such low IQ act had tried to exploit you in the 1st place. I have had received several invitations from reputable politicians and their slave to join in their “struggle”. You fucking know who you are and if you anger me again by behaving oh so fucking holy I’ll publish the emails and MSN transcripts for all to see you hypocritical ass. I’m just glad I didn’t fall for your tricks cause you disgust me.

5. Which is the lesser devil? Between the option 1. of writing bullshit and having my big fat face glamourously plastered on national newspapers and option 2. of writing boring, political bullcrap which I have no desire to live up to and having my big fat old spinster (I’d imagine by now I’d be so stressed and angry my market would have plunged to below negative. i.e: just check out the looks of our local female political-istas) face plastered on cheapass papers in plastic IS MEDIOCRITY. I have neither desire to be mediocre or a spinster so….

6. I just coined a new word. Political-istas! Definition of political-istas:
Partisans with imaginary political careers who will never make it. They ride bicycles, sometimes scooters (trust me not out of environmental concern) and have really boring deskjobs that barely pays for his/her rent in Puchong. They thrive on the Internet pretending to be pundits because it’s the only way they can’t be found out how pathetic they are and there just happen to have enough stupid people on the Internet to stroke their ego. In real life, they might be affiliated to mindnumbing number of associations associated with their political ideology of choice, in which they might even hold several so-called important positions but the truth is they’re just dogs who blindly worship their alpha-dogmaster. And they’re also conventionally ugly.

7. My boyfriend got me a set of kickass speakers and omg they kickass. Feels like Sarah Mclachlan is living with me. No more listening to shitty laptop stereos.