Category: Ranting Is a Right

Types of annoying people

I am incredibly peeved with annoying people. Sometimes I wonder whether they’re even aware of how fucking annoying they are. If I were to get a 10 cent for every smart aleck I’ve ever had the misfortune of meeting, I’d be able to pay for the down payment of a small apartment.

THE KNOW-IT-ALLS

Fucking hate this kind. The know-it-alls are truly the pest of planet Earth. The know-it-alls always well, (think they) know it all. But in reality, they are dumb as fucks. They have no idea what they’re talking about and they have a deeply ingrained distorted sense of superiority that is detrimental to their personality and other people. They are really quite easy to spot, unless you’re also a dumbfuck in which case, you’d be absolutely impressed with whatever that came out of their mouths.

For example, I’ve had the opportunity of encountering this person who was quite the biggest know-it-all I’ve ever known. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind know-it-alls, if they actually know what they’re talking about. In fact, I cherish these people for I could learn about a lot of things that I otherwise won’t know about. What I really can’t stand are those that are actually, clearly stupid but want to put up a smart front. So anyway, back to the story, we saw a goose. Yes, a fucking, live, goose. This person proceeded to exclaimed like a damn hyena in heat.

OH!!!!!!!!!!!! FOIE GRAS. FOIE GRAS. FOIE GRAS. FOIE GRAS. I WANT TO EAT FOIE GRASS!!!!

Then proceeded to chase the poor goose around, while prancing. P.R.A.N.C.I.N.G. In which case was fine, I can still tahan the act cute shit and all but this person was saying foi gras. Say “ploy bra” and you’ll know what I mean. I just brushed it off lah. But later on when the topic of liver came up again, this person continued to say foi gras. Well, by then I decided to take the initiative to correct her pronunciation. It’s actually fwah gra and not foi gras, in a non-hostile manner.

To my surprise, instead of thanking me, this stupid know-it-all responded in the most stoic manner that her pronunciation is the CORRECT ONE because WHEN SHE WAS IN FRANCE, HER FRENCH FRIEND SAID IT WAS FOI GRAS.

Well, yours truly have never been to France and obviously have never encountered any French friend who have taught me to pronounce foie gras as foi gras so I didn’t argue with her. For one, it’s never a good thing to argue with stupid people because they will pull you down to their level and then beat you with experience. Lets not even touch on this person’s inability to differentiate mutilated from mutated.

Then it’s the “when-i-was-in” sort of annoying people. Woweee these kind of people are the ones that are quite sickening too. You know the kinds that always start their conversation with, “When I was in so and so place” and then proceeded to feed you with rehashed information they begot from Wikipedia. Oh my fucking gawd, give me a break. Sure, these people have the immigration stamps on their passports but what do they do when they’re in a foreign country? They go to Starbucks and surf the Internet. With that much so-called travelling you’d think they could have absorbed a little culture and some semblance of social etiquette. Please, you want real travelling, you read Miss Popagandhi ok, kthxbai.

Pwoah then come along the name droppers. Macibai I behtahan this type. The moment they meet you, even for the first time they’re already dropping so and so names. Talk like they know these important people so well when they have no fucking idea that I know these people much better than them. And that the people they’re so proudly associating with are actually secretly laughing at them, with me. I beg these dumbasses to retain some self-respect lah pls.

Oh yes, and the “I’VE DONE WHAT YOU’VE DONE TOO AND I THINK IT SUCKS”. Geddit? I read this book, so did he/she and it sucks. I ate this food, so did he/she and it’s not her/his taste. I worked for this company, so did he/she and the company sucks. I’m friend with this person, so is she/he and he/she thinks my friend sucks. You catch my drift? I think some people should keep their opinions to themselves because they were uncalled for. Most importantly, I really don’t give a fuck what you think, darling.

And that’s a fraction of annoying people I could list out. Maybe more later, cheers.

Will Honesty Stalls work here?

One interesting thing that I’ve come across in England was the concept of honesty stalls. I’ve seen one on the way to Minehead and another in the town of Watchet.

Honesty stall.
Honesty stall.

Honesty Stall.
Eggs for honest people.

Honesty stalls are basically stalls selling vegetables and other goodies. What differentiates an honesty stall from the conventional stall is that they’re no people manning the stalls. To pay for your goods, all you have to do is slip the money into the mailbox and that’s it.

Mailbox.
The cash register is the hole in the door.

To be honest, I just could not imagine such concept to ever take off in our country. Can you? The level of civility in England really amazed me, the way people give way while driving or walking and even something as basic as picking up their dogs’ poops from the street. Sure, the council estates are supposedly scary but seriously, it’s really nothing compared to our housing estates with its sky-rocketing snatch theft crimes.

Were they ringgits?
Were they ringgits?

It’s really funny hearing the Babi warning against chinese being jews and taking over the country. It’s like hello, you think we like to live in this shithole of a country? I’d much rather migrate to any of the Top 10 cities in the world. They welcome young, capable adults like us with open arms. The ONLY reason we’re staying here and take your stupid shit is because our parents and elder family members are here and are (unfortunately) sentimentally attached to this country for reasons unbeknownst to me.

BN. PKR. SAME SHIT DIFFERENT PARTIES. SAME DODGY CORRUPTIVE ASSHOLES. This country is heading for the shithole.

You people who are abroad now. Just stay there and be happy don’t come back to this hot, hopeless shit.

Appearing on The Firm, NTV7.

I thought I was going for a food review but found myself in the middle of a reality show. It was not the best experience in the world because the media event was truly, as they said in the show, a media disaster.

What they didn’t reveal was that I waited for almost 2 hours in the sweltering heat, there was nobody manning the media registration counter and all I got was a glass of soft drink.

Also, I disagree with the Bubba Gump’s boss that media event “cannot start with only 3 medias as it defeats the whole purpose of media event”. Well, you don’t ever punish medias with more waiting, especially not when they’ve been punctual and professional. What the team should have done was to think up of other micro events to occupy the punctual medias but obviously, they failed to do that.

The show didn’t really change much of what actually transpired but they did cut out the best bit of the event:

The team made all the medias gave out their date of births (big humongous no no) and then, at the end of the event…they pulled a TGIF on one of us who happened to be celebrating birthday in that month (second big humongous no no). It was one of the scariest and funniest thing I’ve ever witnessed. Poor fella was made to stand on a chair surrounded by a singing, cheering mob, hahaha.

If you’ve watched the video and spotted me, well obviously I was only getting screen times due to my various facial interpretations of what-the-fuck-is-going-on-here.

For the whole show check out this link.