I know well-meaning so-called advices are simply..err.. well-meaning. But these unwanted advices often grates on my nerves and makes me want to rip out every strand of my hair or worse, threaten physical harm to the person who dispenses these advices as if they are the official superior being put on earth to help all humankind with their unwanted advices.
I don't know about all of you out there, but I find such irritating, annoying specimens a real pain in the you-know-where! The most irritating advices I get are those unsolicited ones and the more obviously 'Duh' ones such as 'Don't drink rat poison, it is dangerous' or 'Be careful when eating fish because you may choke on the bones'. Ok, so far, nobody advised me about the rat poison yet but so far, I do not yet have any inclination to down a glass of rat poison for fun. Unless of course I get plagued by too many of such irritating advices, I may be made to feel inclined towards ending my misery with creative uses of the rat poison. It's not my fault if the adviser in question decides not to follow his/her own advice.
Back to annoying advices and the 'supreme' advisers. Who the heck do they think they are with their unwanted, unsolicited, unappreciated, totally irritating 'words of annoyance'? Look, if I need any advice, I will ask for it. Please do not trouble your tiny little brain, which is incidentally full of annoying advices, to blurb out all the 'little gems' of yours to me.
The reasons are simple:
1) Unsolicited advices are exactly like unsolicited spam - it irritates the hell out of me and it makes me more inclined to strangle you than thank you.
2) Stupid advices given just because you thought you know it all - well, I have news for you! You DON'T know it all and shut up already!
3) Obvious advices given because you thought I have no common sense or you don't have any common sense and thought everyone is the same as you - Newsflash! You may be stupid enough think fish has no bones or rat poison is an equivalent to a martini, write it all down to remind yourself instead of spouting it out to everyone and anyone who would listen!
4) Annoying nerve-grating advices disguised as 'well-meaning' advices - all I can say is that thanks but NO THANKS. However well-meaning you thought your advice is, to me it is just an annoying interfering specimen poking its nose into where it doesn't belong.
My final say is if I need any advice I will ask for it so in the meantime, shut the heck up and let me deal with whatever it is in my own way!
Thursday
What an absolutely sick b@#$%^&
That is all I can say about the brutal sexual assault and murder of the eight year old girl, the news of which were splashed across the newspaper these few days.
Despite having to read and sometimes cover such things, it still boggles my mind to think that there are such monsters impersonating as humans in this world.
What type of a sick beast could do such a thing to a little girl? And the worse part of this is that this is not the first of such cases. There have been many others over the years. What about countless other missing children whose fates nobody knows about?
In times like this, I wonder if I did wrong my bringing my son into this world. Why bring an innocent into this cruel unforgiving world full of monsters and beasts who prey on small children or those weaker than them?
Though these monsters and beasts may not even get their just punishment now but I am sure, when the time comes, they will get what they deserve.
I will pray for the little girl's soul so that she will rest in peace and hopefully not remember the torture she went through before her death.
Despite having to read and sometimes cover such things, it still boggles my mind to think that there are such monsters impersonating as humans in this world.
What type of a sick beast could do such a thing to a little girl? And the worse part of this is that this is not the first of such cases. There have been many others over the years. What about countless other missing children whose fates nobody knows about?
In times like this, I wonder if I did wrong my bringing my son into this world. Why bring an innocent into this cruel unforgiving world full of monsters and beasts who prey on small children or those weaker than them?
Though these monsters and beasts may not even get their just punishment now but I am sure, when the time comes, they will get what they deserve.
I will pray for the little girl's soul so that she will rest in peace and hopefully not remember the torture she went through before her death.
Sunday
A full rant
Warning! This blogger is not responsible for any slips of profanity and expletives in the course of this rant. Readers are advised to exercise caution when reading this rant. Anyone who reads this do so at their own risk. This blogger is not responsible for any corruption of innocent minds and shall not be liable for any legal suits arising from this post.
First and foremost I would like to clear the popular misconception that journalism is a glamourous job. As a full time journalist for the past decade or so, let me tell you in no uncertain terms that journalism is NOT all about glamour!
Honestly, I do not know where these absolute morons get this stupid, moronic, idiotic idea in their tiny, closed minds! Must be a constant diet of watching the idiot box (otherwise popularly known by its two initials, TV) which tends to glamourise anything and everything.
I mean it is bad enough having to put up with the stress of this peanut-paying job what with having to deal with morons and idiots which range from politicians to government servants to even annoying NGOs on a daily basis. But to have strangers and even acquiantances coming up to me and going all green with envy over my so-called 'glamourous' job and preaching me about 'looking beyond the glamour to help people'. That absolutely takes the cake.
Well, excuse me for choosing this job. Oh, I am all for helping people but let me ask one question, what in the f*&% has my job got to do with 'helping people'? Writing sob stories of poor unfortunate people to be published in the paper, you say? Well, again, excuse me but do I look like I own the damn newspaper? Do I look like I have any say in what I am suppose to write or what articles gets published? If in fact I do own the newspaper, do you think I'd be a lowly paid overworked journalist???? If you are so stupid to believe that, then so be it!
Let me say this to you instead, being a journalist is just like any other job and we ALL still have to answer to our bosses who ultimately answer to the MD / GM / directors / shareholders. So, if you want your sob story published (regardless of whether it is about the gigantic hole the size of a mouse in front of your house or about the faulty lamp post two streets away from your house), go talk to the editors and the newspaper owners. Not us, the journalists, who are only paid to do our jobs according to our company's visions and missions. Kapish? Understand?
And where the heck does 'glamour' fit into the whole scheme of journalism anyway? Even watching the idiot box should educate you on how journalists were treated especially at crime or accident scenes. You call being chased away with a broom, having a door slammed in our faces, being called all sorts of names in all sorts of languages, being treated to the 'beautiful' scene of blood and gore as a result of human's evil deeds and many such things glamourous??? Really, is it all that glamourous? Is it glamourous to stand outside a mortuary waiting for the post mortem result of a murder? Is it glamourous to call umpteenth people and go through tonnes of red tape in order to get a response over some issue? Is it glamourous to be accused of misquoting a certain person just because the person wants to retract his statement? Is it glamourous to be paid mere peanuts for the amount of running around and stress we have to undergo each and every day to meet deadlines and come up with news? So what if my byline appear in national newspapers? It is not as if I get paid for each and every byline that appears in the paper. I still get paid on a fixed monthly salary that is reviewed every year end with only a minimal increase each year. (For the less enlightened, bylines refer to the single line with the journalist's name tagged onto any article in the newspaper)
Enough said, the next person who comes up to me and tell me that I 'should look beyond the glamour of my job' should know that I will not be responsible for any bodily harm afflicted on him or her.
Rant over.
First and foremost I would like to clear the popular misconception that journalism is a glamourous job. As a full time journalist for the past decade or so, let me tell you in no uncertain terms that journalism is NOT all about glamour!
Honestly, I do not know where these absolute morons get this stupid, moronic, idiotic idea in their tiny, closed minds! Must be a constant diet of watching the idiot box (otherwise popularly known by its two initials, TV) which tends to glamourise anything and everything.
I mean it is bad enough having to put up with the stress of this peanut-paying job what with having to deal with morons and idiots which range from politicians to government servants to even annoying NGOs on a daily basis. But to have strangers and even acquiantances coming up to me and going all green with envy over my so-called 'glamourous' job and preaching me about 'looking beyond the glamour to help people'. That absolutely takes the cake.
Well, excuse me for choosing this job. Oh, I am all for helping people but let me ask one question, what in the f*&% has my job got to do with 'helping people'? Writing sob stories of poor unfortunate people to be published in the paper, you say? Well, again, excuse me but do I look like I own the damn newspaper? Do I look like I have any say in what I am suppose to write or what articles gets published? If in fact I do own the newspaper, do you think I'd be a lowly paid overworked journalist???? If you are so stupid to believe that, then so be it!
Let me say this to you instead, being a journalist is just like any other job and we ALL still have to answer to our bosses who ultimately answer to the MD / GM / directors / shareholders. So, if you want your sob story published (regardless of whether it is about the gigantic hole the size of a mouse in front of your house or about the faulty lamp post two streets away from your house), go talk to the editors and the newspaper owners. Not us, the journalists, who are only paid to do our jobs according to our company's visions and missions. Kapish? Understand?
And where the heck does 'glamour' fit into the whole scheme of journalism anyway? Even watching the idiot box should educate you on how journalists were treated especially at crime or accident scenes. You call being chased away with a broom, having a door slammed in our faces, being called all sorts of names in all sorts of languages, being treated to the 'beautiful' scene of blood and gore as a result of human's evil deeds and many such things glamourous??? Really, is it all that glamourous? Is it glamourous to stand outside a mortuary waiting for the post mortem result of a murder? Is it glamourous to call umpteenth people and go through tonnes of red tape in order to get a response over some issue? Is it glamourous to be accused of misquoting a certain person just because the person wants to retract his statement? Is it glamourous to be paid mere peanuts for the amount of running around and stress we have to undergo each and every day to meet deadlines and come up with news? So what if my byline appear in national newspapers? It is not as if I get paid for each and every byline that appears in the paper. I still get paid on a fixed monthly salary that is reviewed every year end with only a minimal increase each year. (For the less enlightened, bylines refer to the single line with the journalist's name tagged onto any article in the newspaper)
Enough said, the next person who comes up to me and tell me that I 'should look beyond the glamour of my job' should know that I will not be responsible for any bodily harm afflicted on him or her.
Rant over.
Friday
The difference between bitchiness and rudeness Pt 2
This entry, I will go into the various lamer than lame statements we get in our otherwise boring lives...
Lame statement: Wow..you are a journalist. It is soooo glamourous.
Bitchy retort: Yeah, chasing after the police, being crushed in huge crowds trying to get to a certain politician to make him talk, waiting for hours on end at the mortuary, getting screamed at by the bosses for being scooped, being the receiving end of colourful expletives by people who hated the media, looking at dead bodies at crime/ accident scenes...I am sure it is a very glamourous job. NOT!
Lame attempt of a joke: oh my, you have a tattoo. That makes you sorta like a 'gangster' huh? heh heh.
Bitchy retort: Ya. I am a gangster member. In fact I just became a member and part of the requirement is to have a tattoo and I have to kill someone as my first 'job'. Do you want to volunteer?
Stupid question/statement: You breastfeed your son? Do you know it will make your breasts sag?
Bitchy retort: Do you know there is a such a thing as gravity and no matter what you do, save for plastic surgery, everything will eventually sag whether you want to or not? It has nothing to do with breastfeeding, duh.
Rude question: My...(insert any close relative)...graduated from the University of ....(insert any top overseas university of choice). So where did you graduate from? (said with a looking-down-the-nose sneer)
Bitchy retort: I didn't go to university but what is it to you? Oh, I forgot, you didn't go to university too and wanted to ride on the successes of others. Too bad, you didn't get a degree either so shut the heck up.
That's it for today. Maybe there is more to come. We shall see....And no, these questions are not only from irritating annoying aunties but also from other specimens who make me want to rip my hair off in absolute annoyance.
Lame statement: Wow..you are a journalist. It is soooo glamourous.
Bitchy retort: Yeah, chasing after the police, being crushed in huge crowds trying to get to a certain politician to make him talk, waiting for hours on end at the mortuary, getting screamed at by the bosses for being scooped, being the receiving end of colourful expletives by people who hated the media, looking at dead bodies at crime/ accident scenes...I am sure it is a very glamourous job. NOT!
Lame attempt of a joke: oh my, you have a tattoo. That makes you sorta like a 'gangster' huh? heh heh.
Bitchy retort: Ya. I am a gangster member. In fact I just became a member and part of the requirement is to have a tattoo and I have to kill someone as my first 'job'. Do you want to volunteer?
Stupid question/statement: You breastfeed your son? Do you know it will make your breasts sag?
Bitchy retort: Do you know there is a such a thing as gravity and no matter what you do, save for plastic surgery, everything will eventually sag whether you want to or not? It has nothing to do with breastfeeding, duh.
Rude question: My...(insert any close relative)...graduated from the University of ....(insert any top overseas university of choice). So where did you graduate from? (said with a looking-down-the-nose sneer)
Bitchy retort: I didn't go to university but what is it to you? Oh, I forgot, you didn't go to university too and wanted to ride on the successes of others. Too bad, you didn't get a degree either so shut the heck up.
That's it for today. Maybe there is more to come. We shall see....And no, these questions are not only from irritating annoying aunties but also from other specimens who make me want to rip my hair off in absolute annoyance.
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