Thursday, January 31, 2008
This buddy of mine complained about work just now. Actually, most of my buddies seem to complain about work. Am I the only happy chappy around?!? The dude in question was complaining about his incompetant boss. Labels: musings
I never quite understand why people complain about their bosses being dumbasses. It may help that in all my jobs since I was 17, I have always been able to get along with all my bosses. And I certainly don't think it has anything to do with my (non-existant) people skills.
Anyways, I would have thought that having a moron for a boss would be a good thing because it would be easier to look good. Complaining that your boss if a moron means you think you are better than the dude, in which case he probably depends on you a lot. And surely it is good that people depend on you a lot?
And secondly, I once heard this awesome retort from someone. Why are you complaining about your boss? Him being your boss means that somewhere along the line he did something right in his career. Fine, you may say he kissed a lot of ass and sucked a lot of dick to get to where he is, but the fact that he earns more than you for doing less work (according to you) trumps the fact that you think you are smarter than he is.
As House would say, "Reasons don't matter. Results do."
What is up with random people calling themselves entrepreneurs? Let's clarify things, alright. You have a shitty product over the Internet. That was pretty much the same thing as me selling art blocks at 50 cents a piece when I was in Standard 4. And I didn't call myself an entrepreneur, dammit.
Young entrepreneur my ass la. Sitting at home banging balls in front of your computer does not make you a businessman. It just makes you a slacker who is too lazy to go out and get a real job and actually contribute to society.
A lot of people are not looking forward to Chinese New Year. It is much simpler for me. Chinese New Year for me means I usually get to go back to my natural habitat in a jungle somewhere, sleep under the stars and eat frogs.
However, this year, I MIGHT have to go back to work on the 3rd day of New Year. No, you didn't read that wrong. Yes, I know it is a Saturday. What to do, right? You gotta do what you gotta do.
Finally, please go watch Rambo.
Unlike the Cloverfield bullshit, this one actually entertained me.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Before I start, allow me to clarify that there aren't any spoilers here. Labels: reviews
The reason there aren't any spoilers here or anywhere else on the Internet is because there is nothing to spoil. The marketing team was given a lot of credit for the viral marketing strategy it used. Watch this movie and it is easy to see why. There are no big stars and the writers don't quite get the concept of a 'plot'.
This officially rates as the stupidest and most puke-inducing (literally) movie I have ever watched, and is likely to remain the stupidest and most puke-inducing movie I will ever watch. When I watched Heart, I called it the worst movie ever. I change my mind. At least I got a useable drinks coaster after Heart. Cloverfiled, however gave me nothing but a fucking headache.
People keep saying, "Don't expect much! It's a monster movie! What do you expect?!?" The truth is, I didn't. Nobody in the right sense of mind watches monster movies expecting a great plot (but surely there has to be a plot in the first place) or the great characters. Think Godzilla. People diss Godzilla all the time, but I remember being suitably entertained. That is all I ask for - to be entertained. Cloverfield did jack shite entertaining me.
The reviews/synopsis said that it was going to be shown from the first-person view, kinda like Blair Witch Project. Blair Witch my arse. It was more like watching really bad filmakers like America's Funniest Home videos, only less funny and more puke inducing. Every review I have since read has been praising Cloverfield for being 'different'. As early as 10 minutes into the movie (even before the monster came out) it was clear that it was going to be different because no other movie gives you a headache while watching a farewell party.
I don't get this first-person view bullshit. Is it supposed to make me feel as if I am IN the movie? What the fuck is up with all these movies these days with the shaky-camera effect? Monster movies should work by terrifying the viewer, like creeping up on an unsuspecting idiot and suddenly pouncing - hence making your heart skip a beat. Or by the monster being uber-cool by itself. Either way, Cloverfield did none of that. All it did was tell me that I get dizzy easily.
There is only one way you could have enjoyed this movie - if you aren't the type who can get dizzy looking at shaky images. Put it this way - I got dizzy 10 minutes into the movie and if I had watched the movie alone, I would have left the cinema at 45 minutes when it was clear that I would not be missing anything. Since I didn't want to ditch my friends (who weren't dizzy) I spent most of the time staring at the KELUAR sign or closing my eyes so that I wouldn't get an epileptic seizure.
If you got a headache AND still enjoyed the movie, there is something seriously wrong with you.
Friday, January 11, 2008
conversation of the day
Two guys were walking on the street when they saw a person with long hair walking in front of them: Labels: stories
'Eh, eh...check out that chick dude.'
'Chick your head la. That's a man la sohai.'
'Shit you la. Even though from the back can see that she's hot la.'
'HE is not hot.'
'See the hair! And the ass damn nice whey!'
'Yeah? Why don't you see how tall he is and how broad HIS shoulders are?'
'Tiu, never seen tall chicks before meh?'
'I am telling you...it's a dude. Look at the shoes!'
'It's a chick la fucker...let's overtake her and see.'
*Two guys walks super fast and then suddenly glance around for no apparent reason*
'HAHAHA! Fucker you thought the guy had a nice asssss!!! HAHAHA!'
Thursday, January 03, 2008
not so righteous thought of the day
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Quote of the day:
Everybody fucks around. Just don't get caught.
The canteen at my workplace has had a bunch of new operators for a couple of months now. There is a lady boss and among the helpers are two faggots. They haven't gotten their silicone implants but I reckon they have started on the hormone pills. Smooth skin and soft voice, complete with the makeup.
Now there are many types of biggots. As far as bigots go, I thought of myself as pretty high up on the asshole pyramid. I don't mince my words kindly. I called them faggots up there. As much as derogatory terms go, that should rate pretty harsh. Heck, I even make fun of them. Gays, faggots...who cares? As long as they are 'different' the mocking seemed fair play.
Today, I learnt that there are bastards much worse than myself.
I found out that there are a bunch of people in the workplace who boycotted the canteen just because there were two bapuks working there. Not because the food is crap (which office canteen has awesome food?!?). Not because they were being harrassed by the effiminate men (they weren't). In short, the reason there were only two occupied tables during lunch hour today was because some people didn't want to be served by faggots. And because the lady boss decided that the ability to scoop rice, clear plates and wash dishes wasn't pre-determined by how people chose to dress or whether they liked it in the butt, her business has to suffer.
This is the society we live in.
If religion teaches you to hate so strongly, then it is flawed. If your conservative values and culture teaches you to discriminate so radically, then you need to question the wisdom of your ancestors. How can you possibly justify hating another human being such? A person who did you no wrong. A person whose only crime was sitting in the corner minding their own business and looking different compared to you.
This is the society we live in.
Where a man who committed no crime (last I checked, adultery wasn't a crime) but is condemned by the righteous rakyat. And so today I learnt something new. YEverybody fucks around. Everybody is a righteous bastard. Just don't be caught. And just don't be the one who has to be judged.