“Excuse me, are you… Siew Kum Hong?”

Mon, 4 Apr 2011
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Had a dental appointment today. Marked some scripts while waiting for the dentist to see me.

While marking, random fella comes up to me and asks, “Are you Siew Kum Hong?”

…

Siew Kum Hong

Dude, I wanted to say. Do I look like friggin’ Siew Kum Hong to you?

Or is it – I dunno – ALL BALD MEN LOOK ALIKE TO YOU???

Extremely disgruntled. Will be starting a coalition called BMAFDS (Bald Men Against Follicular Discrimination Society) soon.

On a sidenote, still wondering what it’s like to be gruntled. But think it might be something I’d enjoy.

Oh-the-irony of the Day.

Tue, 22 Mar 2011
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  1. 6.45pm. Pooting merrily back home. Maybe not so merrily, but still pooting, nevertheless.
  2. I’m in the middle lane of a three-lane road.
  3. Left lane is a bus lane that’s in operation so technically I’m in in the slow-moving vehicle lane.
  4. Comfort cab in right-most lane drives recklessly – as usual – and opportunistically (or recklessly, perhaps) swerves into my lane.
  5. Whatever for? I don’t know. There is no space to be had and I am occupying the lane.
  6. Still. Comfort cab drives recklessly – as usual – and opportunistically (or recklessly, perhaps) swerves into my lane, nearly side-swiping me in the process.
  7. Did I mention the Comfort cab was driving recklessly? I did? Well, the Comfort cab was rather reckless and it nearly side-swiped me.
  8. Without warning, the Comfort cab recklessly swerves away from me, back into the right-most lane, from whence it recklessly came.
  9. Wanted to be angry, but decided against it because I found the irony too… ironic.
  10. The Comfort cab had on its bumper an advertising sticker from W!ld Rice’s Emily of Emerald Hill show which said: “DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT MADE ME WHAT I AM?”
  11. I have appended a visual of what said taxi looks like for your kind perusal.

    12. Comfort cab with a bumper sticker that reads "DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT MADE ME WHAT I AM?"

  12. Laugh. Or at least pretend to like it.