much ado bout nothing
today i shall discuss the many odd ways of men. specifically, middle-aged men and old ah peks.
due to some reason known onli by our Maker, men have a curious habit of congregating in packs and engage in socializing activities like playin chess, chit-chatting, Tiger beer guzzling and random oogling at nubile adolescents strollin by. this is very peculiar as the government just passed the law that retirement age be set at the grand 67. supposedly in general singaporean uncles are law-abiding citizens with adequate respect for the singapore workforce team spirit, they'd be workin to support their families and knockin off at acceptable times of 6 pm and beyond.
however, this is not wat i observe. the question of the month is : why are they so free and easy at 5 pm and even earlier? don't they have to go and work? it annoys me deeply and disturbs my very inner being to witness their lackadaisical ways. i'm not sayin that it is wrong to take a siesta now and then. but think bout it, i don exactly see their wives doin the same thing of sittin ard in kopitiams and talkin bout random topics (usually revolving ard women, PAP, and their supposed past glories) in the afternoon till night. plus their lavish indulgences of beer, tze char dishes, and occasionally lounge hostesses.
now i find that my observation is not groundless, as i discovered the same situation in hongkong. where uncles and ah peks are takin Life easy by hanging ard in the park and sing to their birds. our ah peks are the first in our country to make their opinions very known by standing aperch stools in speaker's corner and slam the gah-ment. not to mention the overtly zealous taxi uncles who ramble away their life stories regardless of ur willingness to listen or not.
not exactly justice to the fairer sex i believe. why should the women slog at home takin care of the chores and children when the men, who are supposed to be workin their asses off, are slackin and stonin as if they deserve it?? hardly an equal distribution of labour if u ask me.
i say raise ur hands in the air independent Aunties. twist ur hubbies' ears and bark into their faces to wake up their bloody ideas. better still, pamper urself and be the ultimate neighbourhood tai-tai.
the worst thing bout these ah peks is their sleaziness in their stares. and their very slothful appearance - rubber slippers, worn tattered berms threatening to give way and reveal to the world their free willies, cheap-lookin shirts, oily hair, mousy moustaches. the works. ugh.
am back from sunny pulau redang. constipation problem is resolved, thank goodness. have ugly tan lines from a wretched sports bra and is resigned to the fate of wearing racer back tops for the next few months. had a blast with my classmates. the beach was breathtaking. endured a talkative taxi uncle on my way home. me is blissful.
due to some reason known onli by our Maker, men have a curious habit of congregating in packs and engage in socializing activities like playin chess, chit-chatting, Tiger beer guzzling and random oogling at nubile adolescents strollin by. this is very peculiar as the government just passed the law that retirement age be set at the grand 67. supposedly in general singaporean uncles are law-abiding citizens with adequate respect for the singapore workforce team spirit, they'd be workin to support their families and knockin off at acceptable times of 6 pm and beyond.
however, this is not wat i observe. the question of the month is : why are they so free and easy at 5 pm and even earlier? don't they have to go and work? it annoys me deeply and disturbs my very inner being to witness their lackadaisical ways. i'm not sayin that it is wrong to take a siesta now and then. but think bout it, i don exactly see their wives doin the same thing of sittin ard in kopitiams and talkin bout random topics (usually revolving ard women, PAP, and their supposed past glories) in the afternoon till night. plus their lavish indulgences of beer, tze char dishes, and occasionally lounge hostesses.
now i find that my observation is not groundless, as i discovered the same situation in hongkong. where uncles and ah peks are takin Life easy by hanging ard in the park and sing to their birds. our ah peks are the first in our country to make their opinions very known by standing aperch stools in speaker's corner and slam the gah-ment. not to mention the overtly zealous taxi uncles who ramble away their life stories regardless of ur willingness to listen or not.
not exactly justice to the fairer sex i believe. why should the women slog at home takin care of the chores and children when the men, who are supposed to be workin their asses off, are slackin and stonin as if they deserve it?? hardly an equal distribution of labour if u ask me.
i say raise ur hands in the air independent Aunties. twist ur hubbies' ears and bark into their faces to wake up their bloody ideas. better still, pamper urself and be the ultimate neighbourhood tai-tai.
the worst thing bout these ah peks is their sleaziness in their stares. and their very slothful appearance - rubber slippers, worn tattered berms threatening to give way and reveal to the world their free willies, cheap-lookin shirts, oily hair, mousy moustaches. the works. ugh.
am back from sunny pulau redang. constipation problem is resolved, thank goodness. have ugly tan lines from a wretched sports bra and is resigned to the fate of wearing racer back tops for the next few months. had a blast with my classmates. the beach was breathtaking. endured a talkative taxi uncle on my way home. me is blissful.
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