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By Pat Law • Dec 27th, 2011And I thought us Singaporeans can’t rap. Well done.
And I thought us Singaporeans can’t rap. Well done.
I don’t expect accountants to have Tina Fey worthy humour, but surely this is a bit much.
I live with the belief that there are 6% of the world’s population who are assholes. They were born assholes, and they will die assholes. They take pride in making your life miserable, and will stop at nothing just to show that they’re the boss. They overcompensate their lack of self-assurance with a fuckload of superiority complex, and mistake public pleasantries for submission.
Shameless, tactless, I-will-only-pay-foreign-talents brand managers be warned. I might just place your Facebook mugshot on my blog some day, alongside with your “can I have this free?” request email. And if I really dislike your attitude, I might use your email as a permanent case study when giving talks to marketeers (i.e. your potential future employers).
The actual conversation between some girl and I that just happened today. You decide what to make of it. I’m playing nice now by not mentioning her name nor offering a 500-word debate.
Wouldn’t it be funny if we have the Speak Good English Movement banner right next to this one by Land Transport Authority?
He did it first on 30 August 2009 on my wall. This time today, yet another personal agenda was placed on my wall, in a conversation thread of no relevance. Let me ask you, my dear reader, a question. Do you appreciate such behaviour on Facebook? I’m curious to know what you think.
For the greater good of Mankind, I hope this video isn’t real.
Echoes my frustrations this week. Feel the same? Grab a tee too.
My words cut, because, ironically, I’m blunt. If you catch me on a bad day, between the lack of coffee and a I-want-this-yesterday request, I will sing a song that kills with bullets for lyrics. The Angry fires back with his or her arm of bullets (I like these, they’re entertaining), the Frightened dodges, and the Dumb comes back for another round through the chest.