I went over to Sydney Australia to further my studies together with my sister when i was 15 . Since both of us were pretty young by then, parents decided to reside us with our aunt.

Upon reaching the foreign land, we’ve already had our 1st taste of how life will be like  living with  my aunt and her husband and another 3 children. ( 3 boys, and yes they are my cousins) For some reason, they didn’t seem very excited to see us.  And i didn’t know the reason until much later.

They do not have a very big house. Because of our coming,  one of my cousin needs to give up his room in order to accommodate us, maybe that is why they were so pissed with us.  Ok, so they lost one of their rooms, what’s next ?

All of them were trying to make it extremely difficult for us to accommodate ourselves. Imagine, we have to share a bathroom with 3 male cousins? And they will give us a house chores list ? Excuse me, i haven’t done any house chores before,  and now you want us to do it ! The excuse  they came up with was — “oh, we were just trying to make it fair.” ( Fair your ass! Fucktard!) And we paid them for our stay there,  AUD 300 Per week! For a tiny room and no bathroom attached!  What’s worst? We weren’t allowed a house key!!!

Before school starts, we have about a week or two to really adjust ourselves. I remembered one afternoon, i was wandering around the house, and upon reaching the living room, i swear I didn’t step on any whatsoever fucking wire that my cousin claimed, the HI-FI  lost it’s voice for a while, and my cousin thought i was the one who did that, so he screamed @ me!! I mean really screamed! I was in total shock, i thought what happened?Besides that was really a pretty cheapo set of Hi-Fi ok?  Is it really such big of a deal? Feeling  bullied ( this is the best example of  what goes around comes around, remember i was  a mean child?? hehe) I picked up the phone and called my dad and told him  my cousin was MAD! hahaha….And you know what was the most scary part ? My aunt overheard my conversation with my dad when the door between the living room and kitchen was closed!!! She opened the door fumingly and pointed her finger @ me saying — You called my son MAD? ( Yes! I did call your son mad and i still think he is MAD ! ) And my aunt said that i was absurd! Good on you, if i weren’t being absurd you won’t even think that your son will abandon you and reside in Canada now do you? Ha!  Serve you right old ass!

I was glad i was only 15 by then, where I’m not too sure what life is all about yet. That is why i can live up to her  “standards”.

HER SUPER BITCHY STANDARDS WERE;

1. Since we weren’t given a key to the house, we better get our ass back before the Kingdom door closes! Meaning no late night outs, no outing with friends….etc…etc….( Luckily that lasted for one year ONLY)
2. We were not allowed to watch TV when everybody else in the house is asleep. She will come down every 5 minutes to check on you, for example, pretend to look for something in the fridge, pretend to mop her fucking  kitchen counter top, anything you could think of, she will do it, just to prevent us from watching her “precious” TV!
3. Our friends were not allowed to call us when all of the highness and your highness are having dinner. All calls will be rejected.
4. We were not allowed to call home too often, because the numbers will add up in their phone bills ( Excuse me, we did pay you AUD300 per WEEK, remember? And that is not a side income, i think you are trying to make it one! SHAME ON YOU! )
5. After our winter vacation, we went back to that torture chamber, only to realize they had the shower head altered, makes the shower head smaller and hence less water coming out! Have their electricity altered, so whenever we try to switch on the heater the whole house will turned pitch black! So basically she is hoping that me and my sis will freeze to death? Poisonous witch!
6. We were not allowed to use their computers because her precious son is using it all the time.
7. We ate what they prepared for us in a lunch box everyday. And the food they prepared tasted like SHIT.
8. When all her fucking friends were over for the stupid & useless gatherings, she would deliberately asked us to join them, so our isolation by her group of stupid friends will add into her book of ” Write 10 things that makes you feeling happy today”
9. And we never felt full for once staying there for a whole year! Because they never cooked enough for THAT HUGE population they have in their fucking house.

So basically the AUD300 PER WEEK is her fucking pocket money?DAMN YOU!

So you know what my dad did?? He bought us a portable mini TV & a hand phone!! How cool is that ? We can watch the tv in the comfort of our own room and call home as often as we want!! What can you do about that? Stupid bitch!

And that old bitch loves to invite all her useless friends over for house gatherings. I’m thinking she’s using our money for those gatherings! She will make those really lousy food and still think her standard is almost like a 5 star hotel! PUI!

She once made a moon-cake, and the moon-cake tasted like shit and hard as stone ! And she made it sound so nice that we basically had  to shove it down our throat! Come’on, just admit that you are a lousy cooker, forcing us to eat and finishing your food ain’t gonna prove that you are a good cooker ok? Pathetic monster.

One thing that i do remember though, is  having our ” Sweet” time joining ourselves into the so called ” ABC” group. You know those that are Chinese but talk like an Australian? I seriously hate these people! When you show them Chinese books, they will go like ” Oh a Chinese book!! too bad i can’t read Chinese!” Fuck’em!  Do you really feel that great after saying that? Why do i feel ashamed of you ? Imagine an Australian that don’t speak English? Why do they take mocking themselves as a pleasure ? And i didn’t end up being friends with these fucking people,  i still think that is one hell of a great decision i’ve made!

I mean there were still a lot to it, just for the stay of 1 year. Come to think of it, one of their reasons might be she has been thinking of all ways to chase us out of their house since day 1, as she has no say or whatsoever when her fucking house actually belongs to my grandad. My grandad says let us stay, she has to let us stay, but if she succeeded in chasing us out, she can claimed that it was our OWN decision to move out. Without my grandad knowing the details involved. But, she gave herself away accidentally a few years back! Isn’t she just a dumb bitch?

Before i go on, i would like to say , having to stay there for a  year, I think I’ve almost experienced how hell feels like. I mean, it wasn’t anybody else who did that to us, infact it’s our own aunt!! Does that even make any sense? I hate her to the max! And i seriously hate the word ” RELATIVES”. Why do i need a fucking relative when my fucking aunt has shown us a great example of what RELATIVE really is ?

So,

Since we were considered pretty young by then, parents were worried that we might not be able to take care of ourselves. But after seeing what that bitch did to us, my dad arranged for our moving, FINALLY!! but to the red light district in Sydney!! The KINGS CROSS!!!

The famous Coke sign of Kings Cross!!

Yeap, police vehicle is a must here.

Before the night befalls, Kings Cross is an area that is full of historical buildings. I would love the place if it weren’t meant for the red lights @ nite though.

We had our stay in Kings Cross for like 2 weeks, and seriously asking to be moved again!! I seriously haven’t reach 18 by then, and i couldn’t possibly spent my days in highschool and Uni in a red light district, yes ?  Plus, we need to travel 11/2 hours just to get to our highschool?? After rounds and rounds of talking and persuading, my dad finally agreed for both of us to move out and stay solely on ourselves. HURRAY!!!

So me and sis depended on each other for the next 6 years in a nice apartment!! Like this!

image courtesy of Raine & Horne Kensington

If it weren’t for that bitch, me and my sis won’t even be enjoying the luxury that our condo had to offer us! Plus our distance to and forth high-school & uni has been shortened  tremendously with the help of a car!  This, is what you BITCH drove us to getting!! Are you proud of yourself now ?? Neh neh neh neh neh! I shall call this — A blessing in disguise!!

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However in between these 6 years , there were many other “interesting” stories too!!! Let me think, who shall be my next lead actors/actresses for my next story ?

Anyway, if any of you guys would like to know how’s my ” relationship” with my ” WONDERFUL” aunt currently, please feel free to write in!! I’ll be real happy to let you know my own little secret to implementing the word ” RELATIVE” hehehehe

As much as i would like to say ” Interior Designers” ahem…. , Fire fighters  ruled out for me.

Why? Simply because they deal with fire most of the time.

Imagine this scenario — In times of fire, when everybody is striving their best to get out of the dangerous situation, they, the fire fighters journey has just begun. Can you imagine how fucking scary this job is ? And when you’re in for the rescue, there’s no guarantee you are gonna come out alive. The surviving rate is almost like 50-50 each time you have a mission. I have yet the chance to interview a fire fighter, i hope i will be able to interview one pretty soon. I would like to find out what makes them wanna be a fire fighter? Well, if there’s a fire fighter reading my blog, please do leave a comment and tell me what makes you wanna become one!

As from my understanding, firefighters not only have to deal with fire, they also deal with situations like car accidents, saving animals and any hazardous situations. In this case, they really need a broad knowledge don’t they? 

My respect for fire-fighters grew much deeper when someone sent me this photo sometimes last year during the Melbourne bushfire.

Did you notice how the fireman hold the hand of the Koala, and feeding him water with care? I’m so touched by this photo when i 1st saw it, and still am now.  If the fireman weren’t that old, i think i will fall in love with him instantly!!! Hahaha! 

The other touching story i came across with recently was a fire incident happened in Hong Kong last year. I get to read the story through one of their magazines. One of the fire-fighter died while trying to save a woman trapped in the building, he gave his oxygen mask to the woman, and thinking that he could save himself while making his way to the rooftop. But he didn’t make it when it’s just another few steps away. He died @ the age of 26.

I’m sure there are many other stories that are related to fire incidents, and many more touching stories of how they, the fire-fighters are willing to give up their lives to save others.

I always wanted to see fire-fighters in action, and my wish were fulfilled by one of the Hong Kong series showing on our cable TV, the Burning Flame 3.

Can you see the 3 bravery faces? Well, in this series i get to have a glimpse of how fire-fighters work, how they save lives, and how passionate they need to be in order to be a fire-fighter. And oh! Their uniforms are fire resistance!! When they don’t have a mission, most of the time, they are in their station practising. Practising how fast they can get a person down from a building, how to increase their speed when handling with equipments. That is why most of the time they need a big compound in a fire station.

The series is still on currently, and i’m growing to love it more each day!!

Bravo to all the firefighters in the world!! You guys have done great!

So fire-fighting is my most respected profession, what is your most respected profession and why ?

I was a mean child.

If  memory serves me right, i was the meanest during my primary school years.

I would give my classmates ” extra” homework and ask them to finish within a certain period of time.

I would draw on the blackboard unwilling to return to my seat until my teacher took a can and whacked me and I’ll throw a duster @ her.

I like to form a “gang” in my class, so that all the others will chicken out when see of my arriving.

People listen to me, not me listening to people.

I would make all the ghostly sound to scare my neighbor’s child, until their mum came after me, and I’ll just keep my mouth shut revealing the most innocent face.

Bullying my cousins is one of my favorite past time when young.

Go the extra miles to anger my tutors.

Back-stabbing my maid! Wohoo!

And the rest, i cannot remember.

Why was i such a mean child when young, but as i grow older, i tend to  “give way” and avoid things that would stir up any unnecessary dispute?

BUT i was glad the mean self in me haven’t all gone out the window when dealing with a ” FUCKTARD” early this morning. She’s one of my client, and it so happened that she’s the utmost rude client that I’ve met so far, so here’s how the conversation went…

Phone ring

Me picking up the phone;

Me : ” Hello”

FUCKTARD ( FT) : ” Hello? Ms Chloe? “

Me: ” Yes speaking”

FT: ” Hello? Hello?”

Me:” YES SPEAKING!”

FT: ” Chloe, can you speak louder? I cannot hear you, it’s so difficult to talk to you as i cannot hear you, i kept going Hello, Hello on the phone. “

So what? Fucktard?

Me: ” YES! CAN YOU HEAR MEEEEEEEEEE?” In my loudest tone of voice.

FT: ” It’s so difficult to talk to you if you don’t speak louder.”

WTF? Are you deaf?

Me: ” I’m speaking really loud right now, and if you still cannot hear me, there’s nothing else i can do.”

FT: ” Chloe, it’s so difficult to talk to you, you always talk back @ me.

WTF! If i don’t talk back to you, how am i suppose to answer your utmost stupidest question ?

Me: ” So how can i help you ? “

FT: ” I would like to know, on your drawing, what does the xxxxxxx say?

Me: “ As I don’t have the drawings with me now, i have to check, but i think it’s written on the drawings already right? ”

FT: ( sounding pissed) ” Can you read out to me? Because i cannot read the drawing”

There you go! You cannot read written English is that what you are saying?

Me: ” Can i call you back? cos i need to look for the drawings….”

FT : ” Make sure you call me back.”

Make sure? I ain’t making any SURE with you?!

And suddenly i saw the drawing is just right underneath some of my drawings that I’m working on, so i replied her saying;

Me: ” Oh, you mean that xxxx, it’s actually an optional thing, you can either have it or not.”

FT: ” But the drawing doesn’t say optional”

ARE YOU REALLY AN IDIOT?

Me: “ Okay, our mistakes. That is actually a loose item, it’s totally up to you what you want to get.”

Not satisfied with my answers…she went on….

FT: ” You know i was actually looking for your boss, it so happened that he is not around, that is why i have to look for you!

Looks like you really have no choice do you?

Me: ” If that’s the case why don’t you call later and TALK to my boss then?”

FUCKTARD

FT : ” ………………………………………………………..( Silent for 3 seconds) Ok, if that’s the case, can you pass the phone back to your secretary?”

Without saying anything, I transfered the line and threw down the phone.

WTF is wrong with this person ? Do you think you should have your hormone balance level check out ? It seems to me you cannot even understand PLAIN English. I really pity your husband and kids. Really, from the bottom of my heart.

And please, don’t call me again.

FUCKTARD

And after this incident, i knew exactly what would make the mean me awake again. HOHOHO, sounding like a movie? Anyway, pardon me for all the swearing, i was really fumingly angry after talking to that F******* lady. Do Pardon me, ladies and gentlemen & have a great day.

Allow me to make some crazy comments. Well, if, however you think my crazy comments does make sense, then i will be very glad!! Hohoho

So, today I’ve opted for a topic called  — In the lift. I’m not going to go into the extend of saying — oh i saw a couple making out or having a hot sensation which happen to shock me a little bit when i  walked into the lift. It’s more of my many years of observation that somehow manifested on my strong opinions of how people walked into the lift especially in my office building.

You might be wondering, what is there to talk about people walking into the lift? Well, to me there are millions of things that i can talk about. Let’s start with a few shall we?

Do you guys believe in –society molds a person? The place that I’m staying right now, even though it’s called a city, but the way of life is still very much like a town, to me. And because of that, many of them don’t possess the ability to adapt or make themselves a bit more versatile when it comes to present themselves in front of a crowd. And the easiest way to justify my point is through my office lifts.

We have many different groups of people working in our building. The majority of them belongs to those that are married with kids. So these people, especially women, will normally walk into the lift with their mouth open and talking non stop. For them, i don’t think they really care if the moral of the society still exist.Their topic normally revolves around;

1) Bargains in the market/supermarket

2) Their kids

3)Where did they have their hair permed over the weekend

4) Trying to tell people how much they and their husbands are STILL in love

5) Who came over to their house in the weekend

6) What did they cook/bake during the weekend

Is this how you would become when you have a family and the kids? Why would you want everybody to know your so called “wonderful” but sounded a “pathetic” life to me? It is a headache when you meet people like this in the lift.

 And then we have the married but still looking single weird men.

These people, are extremently uncomfortable with themselves.

Like how ?

When the lift stops @ a particular floor, they walked in the lift looking SHOCKED and i don’t know why. Somehow they try to show people in the lift, they won’t be defeated even though they are shocked and scared, so they still walk into the lift with their most courageous act. But the weird thing is, once they walk into the lift, the way they stand is extremely awkward. Once they come into the lift, press the floor they wanted to go, and then they just don’t know what to do with themselves!!! They don’t know where to rest their hands. I once saw a weird guy, he just don’t know where to put his hands! In the pocket? No no…..criss cross on his chest? Nah…….he was like so nervous and i thought he was going to faint! Until the lift door open just @ the right moment, and i think that moment is like the biggest relieve in his life! Can you call that weird?

So we have the uncomfortable ones, how can we not have the ones that are trying to look extremely comfortable with themselves but actually they are not ? Can you differentiate between the 2 ?

These people walk into the lift looking like a CEO but in actual fact, they might just be an office clerk. They are so confident with themselves it’s almost like their lifetime achievements is just to be an office clerk and they’ve finally achieved it ! So they could held their heads high and thought all the other people in the lift are less than a clerk! But good times never last for these people. When the lift door open once again and it’s so “fortunate” for them to meet the real CEO of the building, these people suddenly becomes intimate with themselves and kept smiling to the CEO. So where did the looking like a CEO ego look go ?

And then we have the married but still trying to look single women.

Why is it that you decided to get married but still trying so hard to look single? Aren’t you a contradict? These people are trying so hard to potray themselves looking like a single women. They dress like a single, walk like a single and most of all, they flirt with people in the lift ! Are their married life really so sad ?

And then we have the seeking attention weirdo.

There is this old man in my building, who happens to still keep his body in shape. I mean like really in shape. He look around 60 but he can still manage to have his tummy tucked in! This old man, whenever he is in the lift, he will say things like ” maybe the lift will just drop in another second. Eh, don’t say it won’t happen. You know that who who, where where….it did happen! ” I really wished there will be a time where his head will just get caught in between the lift doors! These people deliver nothing but rubbish talk. And after so many years, he still never learnt his lessons!

And then we have the come in lift you are obligated to talk silly person.

Do we have a law saying that once you walk in the lift you must talk to @ least 1 person?  These people the moment they walk into the lift, they are bound to find someone to talk to. Hey, our building is not like 50 stories ya know? why can’t you just spare a moment of quietness to yourself and others? If you don’t talk to people, nobody will blame you okay idiot ? And you are not that popular as to everybody would LOVE to talk to you.  These people just DON’T KNOW don’t they?

And once in a while we have some MATURE human being walking into the lift and greet you with a warm smile. This is exactly what the society is lacking. Instead of telling their own fucking pathetic marriage life, or scaring everybody with their own bullshit philosophy, TRYING to be friendly for nothing, act like a single virgin women, when the whole world can tell you are not with your bulging after giving birth stomach. Why not just substitute all these with a single warm smile and just shut the fuck up and live your own life until we all get to our desire floor ?

You will be surprised by how much people TREASURE the time when they are in the lift. Which is kind of surprising for me. Is it because of the society ? You tell me.

Found some really nice lift lobby images on google image!!

Isn’t this lift lobby unique?

I never thought Rhianna’s song could be put into good use here.

The other day, when i was still in S’pore, i’ve scheduled to meet my sister around 7:00pm. So i waited for taxi @ Wisma Atria taxi stand. There were a lot of people waiting and no taxis! Anyway, i think i’ve waited for about half an hour to get into a taxi….and I’ve always had the best of luck in things like this —-

I got into the taxi,

Me : ” going to city hall @ Raffles place”

Taxi Driver :  ……………….  ( just drive without saying anything)

About 5 minutes later …………….

Taxi Driver: ” Ms…….you want to go city hall right? which taxi stand would you want to go?

How the hell do i know which taxi stand? Yes, i may know S’pore well, but not SO well until i could memorized all the taxi stands!!! So….this is what i said;

Me: ” Uncle, i’m not sure which taxi stand, just drop me in whichever one that’s more convenient”

Taxi Driver : ” Like that ARRRRRrrrrr…….( he didn’t ARRRRRR that long lah, i purposely do it….because i started to get annoyed)

Me: ” What about the taxi stand near Robinson? “

Taxi Driver : ” The one near Robinson? Ok Ok……..”

And so i thought i can have my own quiet time with my PSP…………then came his annoying voice again……

Taxi Driver : ” Ms Ah…….which Taxi stand would you like me to drop you when we reach city hall ARRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr? ”

Gosh…..i cannot believe this is happening……….

Me : ” I told you the one @ Robinson right? “

Taxi Driver : ” Yes yes Robinson, but exactly which taxi stand would you want me to drop you? ”

FUCK!!!!!! I was trying damn hard to squeeze my brain juice to think of an EXACT taxi stand……Ka Ch’ng! After a few seconds i finally got it!

Me : ” Drop me @ the taxi stand infront of  Starbucks, where the MRT station is. “

Taxi Driver : ” Infront of Starbucks ah……..u mean the MRT station there? ”

YES!!!! YES!!!! WTF!! ARE YOU REALLY A TAXI DRIVER???

Me :” Yes …….drop me there ” ( I’m extremely annoyed!!!!)

I think when he saw me having to name an exact Taxi stand, he then kept quiet……but not for long…..until i hear his damn fucking voice again……..

Taxi Driver : ” Ms Ah……would you want me to turn here, or would you want me to drive a big round and drop you off infront of starbucks?

Me : ” Just turn here! “  I can hear myself screaming…….

Taxi Driver : ” Turn here ARrrrrrrrrr? Ok! ”

And just when i  thought the long and winding useless conversation is about to end……he just cannot keep his mouth SHUT!!!!!

Taxi Driver : ” Ms Ah…..if you want me to drop you down @ the MRT station, why don’t you take MRT just now? You see, basically i’m driving you from one MRT station to another? ”

I looked @ the meter and paid him the money and jumped off the taxi without actually answering his STUPID question.

I would have brush his head with a toilet brush!!! Can you believe it ?