Lunchbreak Lounging at One George

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What being a bastard means

Calling a dickhead loser "cool guy" every time he's within earshot in RI.

On Escapism

You can run to every corner of the Earth and still remain stuck in a corner. And once you get to the end of the Earth, you will end up where you have begun - back at square one, ironically, without having turned back at all.

Now move forward and don't hit fast forward. Just cause you don't wanna to find a way out but a way through.
-Kenough

Friendship

When you pass someone your thumbdrive and it comes back to you with movies they think you will like.

Before and After

I don't have a before photo so this will have to do. Photo quality is a bit lousy because its just my phone camera..

Do you know..

that oscar de la hoya released a cover of the Bee Gee's song 'run to me'? Madness
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Why

What's up with people who keep pressing lift buttons that are already pressed.

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Whatever fuckever

Today was a havoc day. I had a chat with one of my team mates, who wanted to convince me that my lunch buddies are bad company. So since she wanted me to commit, she asked if I thought my boss or the one I lunch with is the better boss. I am sure she was expecting the answer to be my boss, since it was the politically correct answer. Then she wanted to say more things after I committed. But I decided to fuck it. So I just said, I cannot answer. So she tried to explain that our boss is indeed better, and claimed that another common friend who had left the bank would say so. To this, I said that this friend was a colleague for her before he became a friend, while for me he was a friend before becoming a colleague, so I definitely know him better. So my team mate said that she can bet her life that he will say our boss is better, so I said, you will give up your life if he says otherwise. To this, she said that she will buy me lunch. I had half a mind to fuck her further by asking if her life was equivalent to a meal, but since I had everything to gain(a free meal) and nothing to lose(since we did not agree on what I have to give her if he indeed says it's my boss who is better, which he won't since he has told me before that my boss sucks).

On this havoc note, I have decided I am not going to be nice to people who do not deserve it. So I have started ignoring mails from this person from another department who thinks she is so high and mighty that she can not answer mails or calls to her, just because she does not feel like answering it. After some thought, I figured out that this dumb bitch needs me alot more than I need her. The only reason I previously needed her is because she processes credit card applications for my team, and I have to ask her why she rejects certain applications. Now, I figured this is not my problem at all. I do not have to meet any sales target at the end of the month, so even if she rejects everything, I don't need to give a flying fuck. The ones who will get fucked are my team mates as they are responsible to ensure the sales targets are met. So actually, I have been cock as I have been trying to push the sales figures by asking this person to kindly accept this and that, and in the process have my mails or calls bot answered. Now, if I get a reject, I just give it back to the customer. End of the month, figures not met, no problemo. With this attitude, I am going to screw with the people who thought they cannot be touched. Now this other person from the other department has asked me for some updates on issues that only I handle. I am going to ignore all the way and eventually say, not my job. It is really not my job, but previously I just did it as I did not want to waste time.

So now, all these morfos can brace themselves for some whatever fuckever attitude from me.

Malik

My last semester and a good weekend

Waddup amigos. It's so nice to wake up on a monday morning and not have to go to school. I've just completed this ridiculous compulsory half module for law students called Work & Family (that's why it was completed in half a term and I no longer have class on mondays), which tries to teach you how to achieve a work-life balance. For three reasons, I think it's a cocked up irony. Firstly, why do I have to be taught work-life balance when any one in the right mind wants to achieve it and would naturally work towards achieving it; and for those who are mad, teaching them ain't gonna convince them. Secondly, the module requires us to do this irritating interview with a married couple of our choice and worse, transcribe a page worth of notable quotes from the interview and write a paper based on that interview as to how work and home domains' spillovers interact. I don't see why such a useless and tedious exercise should have tipped my current work-life balance towards the 'work' part. Thirdly, I feel that my work-life balance is much more towards the 'life' part now that this stupid module is over.

Indeed, the weekend has been a rather restful one, at least relative to all the other preceding weekends. In a fleeting span of 8 weeks, I have completed 3 research papers, 4 midterm exams, and 2 presentations. This is the worst bashing SMU has dealt me so far, and I see that it has saved the best for last. Of course it's partly due to my double degree programme that I've about 30% more work than the rest, but still, I don't see why 70% of what I'm doing is even warranted for making me a competent lawyer. But anyway, it's really nice to savour a sat evening with no work on your mind, have a sumptuous dinner of hawker fare, watch a good film, sleep for 9 hours, wake up and take a leisurely drive to Brewerkz (the one near indoor stadium, overlooking Kallang river) to have a lazy sunday brunch consisting of burger, cheddar, crispy bacon, fries that have this damn shiok crisp-crunch on the outside and mush on the inside, and to top it off with a delectable bread pudding drenched in cream sauce and some whisky caramel drizzled around it. Oh yeah, and read the Sunday Times while waiting for your food to come. Perfectomundo.

Jam packed

Jam packed in the train, but I dont give a flying fuck cos it's Friday baby!!!

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What Have You Done

Malik.. This is for you..

Late night post from the office

One of the most bastard people that I've met to date is my landlord for the academic year 2008 - 2009 in Bristol. He would take advantage of every opportunity to make his tenants pay for all sorts of improvements to his property even when it came to something cheap like a cupboard knob.

Essentially, he has only one trick up his sleeve. This is executed in 3 simple steps: attribute all physical deterioration (including existing and present fair wear and tear) to the tenants, deduct from security deposit and hope that he won't be sued. Normally, most who have had the misfortune of leasing his property would be stuck in a corner with little or no resort. But I decided not to let him have his cake and eat it.

While I should not mention in public how my housemates and I royally fucked him over, I shall mention one instance where I slammed him in front of a few people for entertainment.

It happened one day when I was going home and the locksmiths were replacing the lock on my front door. As this was the umpteenth time that a replacement was needed, the landlord became visibly unhappy at having to always bear such costs. In frustration, the landlord lashed out at me, blaming me for the times where he had to change the lock because the door constantly 'slammed'. He also insisted that I pay for the cost of the new lock. This was too retarded for my liking.

I then gave him a piece of my mind. It was all the more better this happened in front of a few people, namely the agent and locksmiths. Here are the main things said to him:

a. How did he know that the door was constantly 'slammed' and that it was me (since he blamed me) who caused this situation? I repeated asked him in front of everyone whether he had a CCTV at the door and whether he had seen me open and close the door before.

b. That it was not the manner of which the door was opened or closed, but his constant mistake of purchasing such a cheap and weak lock that led to these situations.

c. That instead of insisting that the tenants pay for the lock, he should in addition to paying for it, compensate us for putting us at various risks when we were locked in the flat these few times.

d. In the event he charges us, I would not pay my rent and/or call the environmental council to inspect the rat infested property to prevent it from being rented out.

The landlord was obviously unhappy after the conversation. But what to do? He just had to suck it up because he deserves it for his pathetic and insulting attempt at cheating and slamming me.

While I would generally consider it unwise to hantam someone unless it is a last resort, I am glad that some people have given me the opportunity to do so by putting me in such a situation. This is because slamming someone , even without an iota of vindictiveness, may be rather entertaining especially when there is a crowd. When will the next chance present itself? I don't know but I will surely relish it when it comes hahahahha.

Free zinger

Slippery floors at kfc = free zinger meal + scolding
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