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As of September 2008,
in descending order of obtainability and desirability:
1. A dSLR... Nikon or Pentax?
2. A dry cabinet for my expanding camera collection
3. A super fast prime lens
4. A dual-suspension, disc-brake mountainbike
5. A compact camera with manual functionality
6. A Blu-ray laser
7. A Medium Format camera
*poof*
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Bloody Blacks
Here I am again, with no one to talk to, to talk with. I now realise the true purpose for the continuing existence of this blog. It's my silent warrior, listening to every warped idea I have, every dissatisfaction, every cry of anger, feelings of fear, happiness, etc etc... you get the idea.
Anyways, this morning I nearly got into a fight. Yes, very very nearly. How? Why?
There's this indian (as usual... -_-) guy at the bus stop. He spat on the road. I glanced at him. A few minutes later, another spit. This time, I turned and stared at him. He stared back at me and this kept up for some minutes. Unbelievably, he spat again, WHILST STARING AT ME! So I said, "Can you not spit?" Then he started coming up to me. "Why? Want to fight is it? Who are you to tell me what to do? You not happy is it?" and he continues droning on his barbaric babble. All the while, I was trying to contain my anger, I literally started shivering. I told him, "No, I don't want to fight. I just don't want you to spit." And he starts the cycle of babble again... "Who are you to tell me... blah blah blah blah." What a dunce... Anyways, I really didn't wanna fight, so I just shut my trap and looked away. Besides, I didn't think he'd stand a chance against me, even though I have never fought with anyone in my life. No, really! I really believe that he'd be easy to defeat. Sure, I would've sustained some bruises and cuts myself. But that'd be minor compared to what I'm capable of inflicting upon such an arrogant bastard.
Nevertheless, this episode has reinforced my utter dislike for all indians. They're black, they're dirty, they're smelly, they're inconsiderate, unconscientious, selfish and ugly. Granted, there're exceptions to these, but look around you and you'll see that approximately 50% of inconsideration in the Singaporean population is made up of these dark pungent oily race. The other 50% would be made up of teenagers from all races who do not have any values, old people who think they deserve a seat or some act of kindness from everybody, and chinese and malays who are too poor to buy themselves earphones for their PERSONAL entertainment devices.
Enough ranting from me now. The afternoon's still quite young. I think I shall waste my day away in front of the TV... Fairly Oddparents, Spongebob Squarepants, Danny Phantom, Teen Titans, Ben 10, Hannah Montana, Drake and Josh... the likes.
Cheers!
Love me
if you
dare...
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