My Rude Encounter With Racist Customer

Before I begin this entry, I must warn those hot-headed individual Singaporeans (especially the Chinese - you'll know why later), who like me, might get pissed and upset at this man whom I am going to discuss about. This story happens last night when I was working at an F&B outlet.

It begins with a man in blue long sleeve shirt named Sebastian Hernil. He and his friend, let's call him Mr. A (for Asshole or Arrogant bastard) because I don't know his name.

So throughout the night, I was in charge of serving them Guinnesses and food (which they were rather picky with it by the way). Mr A wanted me to check with the kitchen whether it was American bacon or Danish bacon in the Bacon Butty Sandwich (I should have known by then he was a pest).

On the other hand, I seem to get along very well with Sebastian, as we start our casual chat on which country he's from and what's his occupation. We were having a free-flow (which is forbidden by the way) enjoyable conversation, that is, until Mr. A came back from a phone call, or smoking break.

I asked them one last time if they wanted any more drinks, but they declined. Out of a friendly gesture, asked them what they were talking about. And here the terror begins.

Mr. A said they were just talking about history, and so I asked what about history (there can be history of beer, history of parents, history of wars etc etc what). He gave me this surprised look as though he can't believe I asked him that. He proceeded telling me that Scotland is the best country in the whole wide world (so I'm more or less guessing he's a Scottish).

I asked him why he said so.

Oh, because it was the Scottish who invented the television, the telephone, roads, planes and a lot more other things!

 Look, no INDIVIDUAL could invent something that was mentioned above, because it is a collaboration work between countries and people to work harmoniously to benefit the human population. I tried finding out who invented what, but even so the results vary. You know why? Because some countries would want to claim credit more than others. In fact, I believe that these useful inventions could be created by the Americans, Scottish people, Romans and Japanese.

So STFU about you and your "oh-Scotland-is-the-best!"


I said, "Oh really?"

Yeah! Of course! And did you know that Singapore used to belong to Scotland as well?

At this point of time I am very puzzled. We were taught that Singapore was once occupied by the British, so since when did the Scottish come into picture?

Yes, I'm sure Scotland is beautiful place but don't you think labelling as "best" country is exaggerating?

I haven't gotten to the racist part yet.

He started getting agitated when I told him "err, no, I don't think so" and told him that we learnt about Raffles and Singapore once merged with Malaysia and it didn't lasted long.

NOTE: Mr. A started to mention Mr. Lee Kuan Yew here ->

That's what you learnt in school, don't you think Lee Kuan Yew is trying to hide somthing from you? He was being kicked out of the Federation because apparently he was too arrogant.

I'm like thinking to myself, "Woh woh woh, you're defaming him!"

The worse has yet to come.

He proceeded saying that Singapore is NOT EVEN A COUNTRY. By then, I was speechless by his ridiculous-ness but I can't argue with him because of the "status"(working) I was in. He said everything we have here belongs to somewhere else, eg. Malaysia and/or Scotland.

Don't you know your history? Don't you question it??????!!!! How do you think YOU came about here in Singapore?

 I said I don't know.

What?! I can date back my family history to the year 752 but you can't even date back a 150 years ago??!!

Well, I learnt my history 3 years ago and I can't retain a lot of thi...

That's what's wrong with your education system here! You all are taught to pass your exams but you don't UNDERSTAND what you're taught!

No, that's not tru....

Yes! Yes! That's is what it is. Look how Lee Kuan Yew has shaped Singapore.

 *In my mind: I. Have. To . Control. My. Temper*

It was us Scottish/British (can't remember clearly) who brought slaves from China to work as cheap labour here in Singapore. 

Huh?! Is it?!

Yeah! YOU LOCAL SINGAPOREANS CHINESE ARE ALL SLAVES WE BROUGHT HERE.That's how you ended up here.

From this moment onwards, my smile has drained almost completely from my face (the most annoying thing is that I can't retaliate him!!!)

In order to change subject,  I said, " Oh, I'm not really interested in Singapore's history you know. I'm more into other history like...Korea. The cold war, you know?"

Oh! My wife's a Korean, so I know all about it.

*skeptical* "REALLY?"

If you think Scotland and Korea is way off better than Singapore because of the inventions, land space and HISTORY, why don't you fucking tell me why Koreans are killing one another?! But oh, why don't we look at World Reports that Singapore's health care system is ranked as one of the best in the world, or wait, PERHAPS WE ARE THE BEST, you fucking moron.

Hmm let's see what's the results when I key in "Scotland's problem" in Google...

And I get... tsk, tsk, tsk, DRUG ABUSE AND ALCOHOLISM. Oh, and that maybe explains why you had 6 pints (or so) of Guinnesses, blabber nonsense, and proceed to carry out a crime in Singapore by driving home after that?

So back to my story.

He carried on non-stop about putting down Singapore.

That's what's wrong with you Singaporeans. All of you need foreign talents, so Lee Kuan Yew brought them in and you Singaporean despise them.

I said, "That's not true!"

Yes yes, it's true! You Singaporeans spit on them and look down on them. My wife's a Korean, so I know.

HAR?! Your judgement is just based on this one person who is your Korean wife?! And you generalised it to all Singaporeans.

It was then Sebastian Hernil decided to call it a day. He stood up, gesturing Mr. A to leave. Before he left, I gritted my teeth and said, "Thank you! Goodnight!"

Shame on you! Shame on you! You should be ashamed of yourself! You don't even know your history!

I don't know if I should really feel humiliated, hurt by what he said about Singapore and us as Chinese being  slaves to the whites, or REALLY pissed off.

I became really affected by that encounter. Luckily for me, it was already near closing time and there were not many customers left to deal.


There, I shared my story, what's your view on this?

P.S. I don't think Mr. A was drunk because both of them seem perfectly fine when they left. I think it's more of a case where he thinks the whites are more superior than any other races.

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Can I Castrate You?

Hello World,

Mommy had sent me here once again, for a quick update. She seemed to be pretty pissed, judging by her topic. I think it's because of me.

She had brought me to the East Coast Park today, and then while we were happily strolling along the walkway, I came across these two Jack Russell Terriers (JRT). So naturally, I got really excited and started to make loud noises - it sounded very much like "gwaarrrrrr" and "arggggggh" and "wooooooooooooof!".

I was being very tactless and did not manage to see Mommy's embarrassment. She held me back, tried to calm me down (which I totally ignored) and we slowly approached the JRTs. I think because both the dogs and the owner looked pretty approachable, we have decided to say hi and make friends.

Little did I know, with my first sniff, one of the JRTs gave me a snap and bit my face. I was in pain but I couldn't retaliate. I didn't know how. Mommy was in pain too but she recalled BearPa once told her not to separate an attacking dog in case the dog might bite, so she pulled back half way after attempting to rescue me.

Mommy wanted to pull me away but because the stupid JRT was holding on to my face, I yelped in agony.

Mommy was so angry because apparently the owner (I strongly disagree to call the dog their "dad", coz' he's quite a fucktard really) DID NOT do anything to control his dog, EVEN KNOWING THAT HE'S ATTACKING ME.

CAN YOU IMAGINE THAT?

He did not even TRY.

And he calls himself a....dog owner? Furthermore, he had TWO JRTs.
He is unbelievable.

In defense, I know I sound very bias here, but I did not do anything cheeky to provoke them. I was just being myself, wanting to get to know them. So why must he injure me?

Mommy said what's worse, was that the owner "did not fucking apologise or look apologetic AT ALL".

So much for all the reports on "Rottweilers severly injure the puny, pathetic JRT".

You see, my Rottie brothers are actually angels in disguise:

Mommy just asked me to write this down, "I have nothing against JRTs, but fucking grow some balls to control your dogs. Son of a bitch!".

Now, allow me to get some rest after a marvellous day with Mommy and Daddy...

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SSF Bellydancing Competition

The second week of Singapore Street Festival, I was on duty with YY and Lamont at Vivocity, Sentosa LRT Lobby.

There was a makeshift stage, right outside Food Republic (freaking expensive by the way!!!!).

A little digression, there is absolutely no price list/signboards in Food Republic. You need to open your golden mouth to ask, and just my (one) dough fritter plus soya drink costs $5. My three pathetic-looking prawn dumpling costs $3.50.

This also means that if their customers were foreigners, doesn't it mean that they can jack up the price whenever they want to?

We had to be there for 11 hours, 11am all the way to 10pm.

Sound check with a amateur sound engineer who screwed up some of the technical things, making us sound muffled etc. But we have the responsibility to speak louder and holding the mic proper as well.

Faking going up on stage, because we need pictures. *coughs*

The first performance was presented by a Skipping group(Well, I don't know their name!) .I mean, that's what I saw on their bright yellow awful shirt. Probably because the stage wasn't what they normally practise on, the performance was below average I would say.

The point of this photo is that Kym wore mini kitten heels! She said it was of the wrong size, and it hurts her badly. And, she is still shorter than me (I was in moccasin/loafer that day) .*gloats*

I never knew I looked like this from behind. Gosh, I look real bad.

About half an hour ago I read a blog entry that made me decided not to put up a photo of Kym, though it would be so much fun. Unless she approves it tomorrow, I think I should just keep it safe in ButtPop. :)

Somewhere somehow I dug out a red skinny tie from Lamont's bag and for no reason he wore it and posed for a picture.

As you can tell, we were pretty much treated as extras thus the self-entertainment.

Just wanted to mention about this group named Vocalogy, and that woman in violet is just ... cocky. I mean, a normal person would say "excuse me" if she wants to move forward but blocked by you, and only if under a tight situation, then she'll nudge you on your back/tap you on your shoulder to indicate movement right? Not in this case though. She just pushed me forward, then walk passed, and whispered a nonchalant "'cuse me!".

Of the students of Vocalogy, I find that she performed her best with her sufficient confidence and drama mixed with singing in her song from The Little Mermaid.

For the rest of the afternoon, we just laughed it off while playing stupid games and eating. Basically we just introduced Erick Guansing's students and songs they were going to sing, that's it.

I also found out that the backstage design was lousy. Take a quick glance at the door. It was not necessary at all, is it?

At night comes the Global Asia (ironic, no?) Bellydancing competition and we were not needed anymore because they hired a professional emcee for the event so we took our leave to have a scrumptious dinner.

The emcee enjoys himself on stage and made the whole crowd laughed like mad. Hats off to him for doing a 'belly' good bellydancing performance just to entertain the audience, solo.

While buying time when the judges were collating the results, one little girl came on stage and danced to the music, totally oblivion to what was happening.

Who knew when we were called back, we had to deal with criticism and flak. We felt maligned and we were all unhappy. Especially Lamont, he was like totally ticked off by him.

Shander (middle), is one of the Street Fest in-charge we made friends we. YY and Lamont just kept repeating that they liked her a lot, hence the reason why they gave her their namecard. =,=


Champion for this year's competition plus bring interviewed by CNA, Channel 5 and another station apparently. I love her glamourous smile and toned muscles everywhere.

Darren Ho ranked second this year, representing Singapore and being the only male, was the focus of many articles I found online. If I'm not mistaken, he was the winner last year or something?


She came in second runner-up, and has a really supportive hubby by her side, seems almost like 24/7. I haven't seen such a lovey-dovey couple in the longest time.

That marks the end of the very boring day, but very good company for SSF that day. :)

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Attachment in Hell

Well, I guess I used a word too strong to describe my seven weeks of external attachment at a certain marketing company (I don't want to name it now coz' I have a lot to say, you can trackback though).

It wasn't hell, it was just physical and psychological torment.

For starters, let's introduce the main players: Pharktard (Director, ptui!), Office Bitch (the full-time female colleague), Swee (only male full-time colleague) and me.

Sidekicks are Chloe (NP intern - 7 weeks), Melissa (SP intern - 9 weeks), Jason (new SIM intern - goodness, I can't believe I just spent 5 mins scratching my eyelids, thinking what his name is) and Auntie (office cleaning lady).

Chloe and Melissa left the company after they completed their attachment, which was my week 4. The new intern came in week 7, who was granted a whole new kind of treatment from us female interns.

Chloe was in charge of the personal errands. Melissa was in charge of the scheduling and pay-rolling. When they left, I took over their roles, minus the pay-rolling part.

I'm not going to you know, making false statements about this Google Marketing company that cause what we call slander, but I am merely stating the facts. The fucking facts.

For one, you can either see it as I quit, or fired, I don't freaking care. All I want to do was not too see his pharktard face and the OB ever, ever, ever again.

What makes a pharktard:

1. Churn out many many lies to cover for his previous lies, and with many loopholes.
2. With the loopholes, he threatened another person to succumb to penalties like fining and getting fired.
3. Totally forgotten about interviewees waiting for him for 2 hours, while locked in the room with OB, and after which made the intern buy tea for the interviewee as a form of apology.
4. You fucking snap at intern to get a stack of paper that's 10 steps away.
5. You fucking ask the intern to "by hook or by crook" to get you your fucking blue slip (that you didn't mention)
6. You fucking claim to 'test' the intern only at week 6, yet when the new SIM intern came, he had loads of work to do. Then can't you fucking interview the intern first?
7. You disgusting flirt with the OB when colleagues are around.
8. You think female interns are cheap labour.
9. You think you're the smartest guy around in the marketing industry but doesn't know how to zoom in a pharking picture on Mac (you're not even worth being called a Mac idiot), and push the blame on the female intern!
10. Your mood swings are worse than a woman in her menopause.
11. You non-subtly insinuate that the female intern pee in your pharking Chinese tea (then pharking buy it yourself lah!)
12. By purposely not paying the female interns until they leave (that's 2 months worth of pay).
13. By making excuses of the reason why the employees mass-quit and why not paying the interns.
    
14. You doesn't even know an intern is coming.
15. You make her do stupid things like taking photo of the rubbish bin in discretion, so that the Balaji Logistics employees won't know that YOU complained about the rubbish they threw.
16. You tell the intern you look stupid, and have to look smart (Hello, look who's talking? The pot calling the kettle black?).
17. You disgustingly ask the intern not to cry when you're gloating about it.
18. You freaking said my LO made a big fuss over data entry.
19. You corner the intern (well, not literally) to leave the company on her own accord so you can appear saint-like.
20. Your office's pantry consist of only an Ice Mountain water dispenser lying pathetically in a corner of the office/room (same same lah, no partitions)
21. OH! You request the intern to go over to the OB's table, and ask her to freaking refill the staples for the OB!
22. You once again ask for the second/third time whether the intern has taken your money that is used to buy your dessert, lunch, tea, Dettol wipes etc.
    
23. Most of all, while the intern's grandmother passed away, you nicely insisted she take a week off, THEN PHARKING DOCK HER PAY that coughs up to nearly $200. Compassionate leave eh, and I only requested for 2 days!

All in all, a pharktard waste 5 days x 13 hours (+travelling) x 7 weeks x $45 x 2 of your life.

True enough, I've learnt life skills along the way, and on the bright side, any company that I go from now on, will ALWAYS be better than that experience.

Jason the new SIM intern, who took over my desk when pharktard asked me to move over to another desk in the morning. He already had loads of assignments on hand and being approached by the pharktard many times in a nice manner. He doesn't need to run errands, and has a freaking electronic tap card on his first day! I didn't even know my lunch hour yet he was well-taken care of.

Swee, the other male colleague. I'm sorry I got him into trouble too many a time, but thanks for your moral support yo! I hope you're coping well.


I'm not kidding man.

*gasp* Why are the tables empty? *gasp* Is that a...a... pantry?

And on the last day...
I was feeling dull. I already blogged about this, so I'm not going through it over again.

Plants blossom, but plants wilt too. And sometimes, it's just hard to revive it.

Self-discovery + cam whoring:

I don't want to put up an attitude, but if you want to judge me and mock at me it's all up to you *coughs* Mr Tan H.H *coughs*, but I'm contented with where I am now, at Radio Heatwave. Truth be told, grades doesn't matter as much to me as much as the satisfaction I gain in the things I do. I'd rather do things I love than doing things I don't like. So there, get the picture right.

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Oops. Did I just do that?

Believe the saying - you can't judge a book by its cover.

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