'The school uniform is NOT a fashion statement, idort' Parte Dois: Pamela

So I was reading The New Paper on Wednesday and I saw a report where a "schoolgirl" (quotations intended due to the fact that she might not be one) by the name of Pamela sells her used knickers online. To me, not a problem as the Japanese schoolgirls did it for money, so maybe she emulated that to boost her income, but the problem is that she was, in an erotic manner, wearing school uniforms which resembled a certain convent school which has campuses around Singapore (fellow Singaporeans know which I'm talking about). This had the students of the school outraged, as they see "the abuse on their school uniform" as "damaging the school culture".

(Here's the link to the report in the New Paper, immortalised in the Electric New Paper)

I've just taken a glance at the website (can't link it in a worksafe blog), she sells her knickers, and her bra, yadda yadda yadda, while wearing school uniforms to attract school uniform fetishists. Okay, a kinky yet innovative way to attract money from perverted people of a certain demographic. That's not the point I'm talking about down here, however; the point is that the students (maybe the current students, maybe the alumni, but more inclined to current students in this entry) see such kinky usage of the aforementioned uniform by Pamela as desecrating. You see, I have a problem at that sentiment down here. To all the obliging convent girls who wear the convent uniform proudly and with passion, good for you sweet ladies, give yourselves a pat on the back.

For those convent girls who wear the convent uniform as depicted in my previous entry, particularly those who blow their tops at this Pamela incident, it's like the pot calling the kettle black. If you girls think that Pamela's acts are desecrating the school culture, what have you girls have to say about yourselves, wearing the pinafore belt on the hips instead on the waist as intended? You girls are no better than Pamela herself! You say she's making a mockery of YOUR OWN school uniform, but have you taken a look at yourselves and how you wear your school uniform? Protip: self-reflection before you slam someone for 'desecrating' your uniform.

Why am I saying all this bullshit for the past two entries, you say? Once you step outside your school gates with your uniform on, you are representing your school. You may not like it, but whatever you do or say - as long as you are in your uniform - will be scrutinised and fed back as school reputation. If you did good deeds in your uniform, good job, you have made your school proud. If you did otherwise, like shoplifting or gangsterism, in your uniform, you are clearly and openly tarnishing your school reputation. Would you want to be cursed with a tarnished reputation you get while in school? It might be unfair to those people who strive to make your school a much more reputable name, and then you screw it all up with just a random act of mischief. You can do whatever the hell you want out of your uniform, but please, whenever you wear that school uniform of yours, you are ambassadors of your own school. If you tarnish your school's reputation, your reputation is tarnished as well.

Too long; didn't read: Wear your uniform proudly and smartly, Pamela is just making her money, and yes I was aroused when going to Pamela's site. And no, I will STILL NOT link you guys to her site. This is a worksafe blog, dammit!

En-Bloc Sale? FUCK OFF!

I will never sell out my house to any money-whoring bastards bent on making some stupid crap on the land they buy.

I have lived in a decent four-room flat for over 17 years now. To me, it feels like more than a home, it's like a haven for my heart. My family has got no money for now, but I have really big plans for my house, with renovation on top of the list. I have seen how the environment around my flat has gone to; I saw out how a marsh right adjacent to my window evolved into a primary school, I saw out how my fellow residents get a new bus-stop so that we don't have to walk several metres to come home, I saw out how people get new homes right next to our flats. In short, I have enjoyed living in my house and have no intentions of moving out whatsoever. All that shit might change, however, when money-spinning whores of real estate investors thought they see fit to invest in the flat I live in.

THAT WILL NOT HAPPEN, YOU BASTARDS!

Compensations over the sale of my flat will not be enough, you greedy pigs. Money will not buy me almost two decades of memories and solace in my heart, and it has been proven that it doesn't buy anyone happiness. Oh, so you have resorted to ask your friends to buy remaining units of houses, have you? I'm VERY SURE I can find like-minded people to veto your attempts to force an en-bloc through the majority vote. In short, none of your attempts will sway me to sell my flat, you bunch of money-fat bastards!

I have a dream, that when nobody else resides around my flat, I shall be the last one to leave for newer pastures. I shall only leave when there's nobody else to greet during my days residing in my humble abode. For that is my plan for the far future.

Blogger's Notes: This entry is my comment for this article in The New Paper.