Right, I shall blow off the lid here on my online anonymity, since the only people visiting this blog consist of people on my Windows Live Messenger and nobody else. My full first name is Noorhalim. But please, call me Halim.
I have to admit, being called by my full first name by my closest family members gives me that awkward and uneasy feeling. At the worst extreme, I will get annoyed on the mere mention of my full first name. I have no problems with my own name, actually; I even write my full name on any paperwork I have to do. I am still proud of my name given during my birth, it's who I personify. But when it comes to speaking within my circle of friends and family, using my full first name makes it too formal in an otherwise informal setting. So please, do call me Halim.
To my elder brother who's reading this, I hope you understand. And I apologise that I had to use this kind of medium to speak my mind. I am not one who rambles about my personal successes, strifes and tribulations to anyone, not even in my own blog. But this entry, hoping for it as a one-off, should clear the air on my position and my choice of how I should be called by, and I do hope you understand it.
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03 June, 2008
17 January, 2008
'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!
(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!
04 January, 2008
The school uniform is NOT a fashion statement, idort.
Seriously, everywhere I look around town I see students wearing their school uniforms like they are some kind of fashion statement or something. You dumb retards think it's a fashion statement to wear the uniform as you see fit; tell you something, kid, you're making an ass out of not only yourself, but the school that you represent. Well I do hope you're happy dragging your school into shit with your slipshod manner of wearing your school colours, because I'm not. To all the schoolkids reading this entry, don't pretend you idiots don't know what I mean. To help you recall, here are some of the trends of you guys wearing your school colours which really boils me to the core.
Ankle Socks
Seriously, what' the goddamn deal of ankle socks? You're making an ass out of yourself wearing them and pretending you guys don't wear your socks. Are your pairs of socks a shame to flaunt? What's wrong with white socks, anyway? It's not like people will call you gay or something while wearing white socks. I wear my white socks all the time, and I've no trouble flaunting them. Seriously, cover your ankles with your socks and flaunt them like they're the fashion statement.
Pinafores: Wearing that belt way below the intended height
Damn it, you girls are making your pinafores look like, in Maddox's words, "tit curtains"! Why on earth are you wearing that belt below the waistline!? Are you pregnant or something? Or are you just applying that stupid hipster culture in your pinafores? Seriously, you girls look like dumb bitches with no regards to your school reputation when wearing your pinafore belts below the waistline. Also it looks fugly on you. You girls would look helluva nicer when you wear that belt on the waistline.
Tapered pants
What. The. F-word. And this is why I really hate the emo subculture (rant of emo subculture coming soon to The Suave Badassery; watch this space!). Dammit, what are you trying to show, your lean legs? You look like a flipping faggot wearing tapered pants, and more so when you taper your school pants. It looks dumb, and you're making an ass out of yourself. Why don't you guys let your pants hang loose for a change? It's less likely to rip compared to tapered pants, and it feels more cooling.
Unless school rules say otherwise, tuck in that damn shirt!
Why on earth are you folding the lower part of that shirt to create the illusion that you tucked it in? You look like as if you're a caveman just emerging into society after eons under a rock. A very slipshod way to promote your school, and not a good way to promote yourself either. Tuck it in and be proud! Also it boosts your confidence.
So there, avoid doing whatever shit's in bold and make your school proud. After all, the school name is stuck on you in your CV.
Ankle Socks
Seriously, what' the goddamn deal of ankle socks? You're making an ass out of yourself wearing them and pretending you guys don't wear your socks. Are your pairs of socks a shame to flaunt? What's wrong with white socks, anyway? It's not like people will call you gay or something while wearing white socks. I wear my white socks all the time, and I've no trouble flaunting them. Seriously, cover your ankles with your socks and flaunt them like they're the fashion statement.
Pinafores: Wearing that belt way below the intended height
Damn it, you girls are making your pinafores look like, in Maddox's words, "tit curtains"! Why on earth are you wearing that belt below the waistline!? Are you pregnant or something? Or are you just applying that stupid hipster culture in your pinafores? Seriously, you girls look like dumb bitches with no regards to your school reputation when wearing your pinafore belts below the waistline. Also it looks fugly on you. You girls would look helluva nicer when you wear that belt on the waistline.
Tapered pants
What. The. F-word. And this is why I really hate the emo subculture (rant of emo subculture coming soon to The Suave Badassery; watch this space!). Dammit, what are you trying to show, your lean legs? You look like a flipping faggot wearing tapered pants, and more so when you taper your school pants. It looks dumb, and you're making an ass out of yourself. Why don't you guys let your pants hang loose for a change? It's less likely to rip compared to tapered pants, and it feels more cooling.
Unless school rules say otherwise, tuck in that damn shirt!
Why on earth are you folding the lower part of that shirt to create the illusion that you tucked it in? You look like as if you're a caveman just emerging into society after eons under a rock. A very slipshod way to promote your school, and not a good way to promote yourself either. Tuck it in and be proud! Also it boosts your confidence.
So there, avoid doing whatever shit's in bold and make your school proud. After all, the school name is stuck on you in your CV.
06 November, 2007
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.
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.
06 October, 2007
It's 'FOOTBALL', you stupid fat Yanks. FOOTBALL, not soccer. FOOTBALL.
American Football? I'm having a laugh.
Firstly, you have players wearing fibreglass helmets and padding slamming at each other for no reason (or maybe trying to have a gay orgy while they're at it). I recognise another sport which does the same without the helmets and minimal/zero pads, and it's christened rugby. Deduction: American Football = Rugby + Wimps+without+cojones. Afraid to get injured, you pansy Yanks? Players get hit, slammed, dragged, maimed and mauled in rugby, and they bleed through 80 minutes of crazy body-tearing action and still never complain. Compare that to American Football players, and the latter is a pathetic excuse for players of contact sport.
You Yanks call it FOOTBALL? Let's recall the percentage of players kicking the ball in American Football.
Percentage of kicking in American Football: 17.3%
Percentage of ball-handling in American Football: Just about everything else %
Foot. Ball. Get the drift? American Football doesn't.
I'm a bored and lonely idiot who seeks fun doing these random ramblings, so if you enjoy the cheap laughs, thank you. I'm bored. Full-stop. If you don't agree with me, or is considering flagging this blog, read the disclaimer you douche.
Firstly, you have players wearing fibreglass helmets and padding slamming at each other for no reason (or maybe trying to have a gay orgy while they're at it). I recognise another sport which does the same without the helmets and minimal/zero pads, and it's christened rugby. Deduction: American Football = Rugby + Wimps+without+cojones. Afraid to get injured, you pansy Yanks? Players get hit, slammed, dragged, maimed and mauled in rugby, and they bleed through 80 minutes of crazy body-tearing action and still never complain. Compare that to American Football players, and the latter is a pathetic excuse for players of contact sport.
You Yanks call it FOOTBALL? Let's recall the percentage of players kicking the ball in American Football.
Percentage of kicking in American Football: 17.3%
Percentage of ball-handling in American Football: Just about everything else %
Foot. Ball. Get the drift? American Football doesn't.
I'm a bored and lonely idiot who seeks fun doing these random ramblings, so if you enjoy the cheap laughs, thank you. I'm bored. Full-stop. If you don't agree with me, or is considering flagging this blog, read the disclaimer you douche.
Rihanna's Umbrella is the epitome of 'I ran out of ideas so I put up random annoying rhythms in between'.
I hate Rihanna's Umbrella. In all forms.
First up, the background tune's too static. It's like you put a recording of a TV channel which has ceased transmission and gave out nothing but static, put in some beats, and voilà, you have profit whore knocking at your door. There is no rhythmic tune. Full-stop. Shut up, I rule in this blog.
Also, what's with the "Ella, ella, eh eh eh" bullcrap? A stroke victim can sing better tunes than that, and it still won't whore profits and royalty. It's like you put a few seconds of that random nonsense in my ringtone (which is El Chombo's Macarron Chacarron - go Google it or get it from Youtube, you lazy excuse for a human) edit in a few seconds of it and profit. It's just a pathetic rambling, which is definitely NOT this blog entry, of Rihanna and a bad excuse of wasting several seconds of precious digital recording, which can be used to record things like "I am a money-spinning whore" or "American Football is just a profit-whoring excuse for Yankees of a pansy sport".
I DON'T CARE what the lyrics say. If the tune is crap, I'm not listening to it. If the singing is crap, I'm not listening to it - and that goes to you, Ms. Famous-for-being-famous-for-being-famous-for-being-rich. If the whole package is annoying, I'm gonna buy all copies of the recordings and dump it in Mt. Krakatoa.
That's all for my random ramblings for the day. Tune in next time for the next episode of Dragonba- oh sorry, wrong place. For more random ramblings, hit F5 for refresh every 0.298743984327 nanoseconds or you get bad luck for 21348983274987432 millenia.
First up, the background tune's too static. It's like you put a recording of a TV channel which has ceased transmission and gave out nothing but static, put in some beats, and voilà, you have profit whore knocking at your door. There is no rhythmic tune. Full-stop. Shut up, I rule in this blog.
Also, what's with the "Ella, ella, eh eh eh" bullcrap? A stroke victim can sing better tunes than that, and it still won't whore profits and royalty. It's like you put a few seconds of that random nonsense in my ringtone (which is El Chombo's Macarron Chacarron - go Google it or get it from Youtube, you lazy excuse for a human) edit in a few seconds of it and profit. It's just a pathetic rambling, which is definitely NOT this blog entry, of Rihanna and a bad excuse of wasting several seconds of precious digital recording, which can be used to record things like "I am a money-spinning whore" or "American Football is just a profit-whoring excuse for Yankees of a pansy sport".
I DON'T CARE what the lyrics say. If the tune is crap, I'm not listening to it. If the singing is crap, I'm not listening to it - and that goes to you, Ms. Famous-for-being-famous-for-being-famous-for-being-rich. If the whole package is annoying, I'm gonna buy all copies of the recordings and dump it in Mt. Krakatoa.
That's all for my random ramblings for the day. Tune in next time for the next episode of Dragonba- oh sorry, wrong place. For more random ramblings, hit F5 for refresh every 0.298743984327 nanoseconds or you get bad luck for 21348983274987432 millenia.
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