Redifinition of the word 'Bimbo'
All throughout the year, I was having fun calling Lynette a 'bimbo' (actually that woman doesn't even qualify to be one, she's just acting bimbotic), but today I met the most bimbotic person I have ever seen in my entire life.
Girl: What is this flavour? (Points to a ridiculous Italian name that I don't know)
'Ice cream artisan' (Wtf la, just say ice cream scooper aka slave): It's hazelnut and chocolate.
Girl: What is this flavour leh?
'Ice cream artisan': Chocolate and peanut butter (Yeah wtf right, chocolate and peanut butter. Shudder.)
(The girl paused for like one minute. I thought that she was ready to order. BUT NO)
Girl: Wa! Can I try this! (Points to a blue coloured ice cream)
Slave: (Quite taken aback by the request) Er sure!
Girl: Hmm... tastes like butterscotch. Erm... What's this? (Points to an ice cream called Lime)
Slave: (Taken aback again, possibly by the lousy question.) Er... it's lime.
(At the sidelines: My mother and me being impatient yet slightly amused by the girl's lack of brains.)
Girl: Hmm... Can I try this? (Points to bubblegum ice cream)
Slave: (Pissed off and proceeds to give her a small spoon of the ice cream)
Girl: Hmm... what's this? (Points to ice cream called 'Cream')
Slave: It's...cream.
(My face: O.O)
Slave: (Turns to my mother and me) Excuse me miss, but what flavour do you want?
My mother and me: Dark chocolate and lime.
(IT'S AN OBVIOUS HINT TO THE GIRL TO HURRY THE FUCK UP SO THAT HE COULD SERVE OTHER CUSTOMERS. BUT THE DUMB SHIT COULDN'T FUCKING GET IT.)
Dumb shit: Dar (yes the dumb slut used the word dar), which flavours should we get ah?
Dumb Dog (the bf): Er...I don't know leh.
(After 30s deliberation, the dumb fuckers finally chose bubblegum and white chocolate.)
IF NOT FOR THE FACT THAT I'VE NEVER TRIED THE ICE CREAM PARLOUR BEFORE, I would've left. The girl's so bloody stupid and inconsiderate. Already stated blatantly that the flavour is 'CREAM' and 'LIME', yet the stupid fucker still had to ask.
It's not the fact that she's dumb that irritates me, it's the fact that she lacks consideration towards others that infuriates me. Shouldn't she have thought of the flavours that she want beforehand? The motherfucker is so fucking inconsiderate. I wouldn't even bother to talk about the male shit, he's trash, it'd be a waste of my time to rant on trash.
Scene No. 2
After going to Marina to buy my school shoes, I went to The Clementi Mall (HAHA, damn ironic. A large project like 'The clementi mall' gets such a boring name. But small projects like 'Cityvibe' get overexaggerating names. I mean how much 'vibe' can you feel in 'cityvibe'. Zero.) Anyway, I went to the Fairprice with my mother to get groceries, so I'm carrying shitloads of bags. I was walking with my mother to the bus stop when a NUS high boy blocked my way.
NUS high hor, not some shit school. It's THE NUS High School of Math and Science. The school where all the math and science pros go to. (Coughhhhh) Anyway, common sense would tell you to give way to the person who's carrying heavy load. But, the thought didn't go through his thick skull. Instead, he gave me this indignant look and made a rude sound.
Wtf. Don't want to move away then don't la, still need to stare at me and curse meh. So much brains but no common sense.
All in all, Lynette has shot up to being smart, Yating's bloody smart, Desiree's a genius (both desirees) and AngDi's God.
All throughout the year, I was having fun calling Lynette a 'bimbo' (actually that woman doesn't even qualify to be one, she's just acting bimbotic), but today I met the most bimbotic person I have ever seen in my entire life.
Scene no.1
I was at an ice cream parlour that sells gelato ice cream, so naturally the ice cream all have ridiculously dumb names (mandarinato = ice cream which has the mandarin orange flavour). It's just to act all sophisticated and attas... Then there's this couple (around 16 years old) who came into the parlour. The girl is your typical ah lian, with the hideously cheap looking tank and a pair of shorts that could pass off as your underwear. And the guy is also your typical ah beng, with spiky, bleached hair and super fucking tight skinny jeans.
Anyway, the couple was in front of us and I wanted to throttle them. The entire conversation went like this:
(Throughout this entire conversation, the guy, being such a gay ass, just leaned against the glass and listened to his girlfriend like a pathetic dog. Not to mention an ugly dog.)Girl: What is this flavour? (Points to a ridiculous Italian name that I don't know)
'Ice cream artisan' (Wtf la, just say ice cream scooper aka slave): It's hazelnut and chocolate.
Girl: What is this flavour leh?
'Ice cream artisan': Chocolate and peanut butter (Yeah wtf right, chocolate and peanut butter. Shudder.)
(The girl paused for like one minute. I thought that she was ready to order. BUT NO)
Girl: Wa! Can I try this! (Points to a blue coloured ice cream)
Slave: (Quite taken aback by the request) Er sure!
Girl: Hmm... tastes like butterscotch. Erm... What's this? (Points to an ice cream called Lime)
Slave: (Taken aback again, possibly by the lousy question.) Er... it's lime.
(At the sidelines: My mother and me being impatient yet slightly amused by the girl's lack of brains.)
Girl: Hmm... Can I try this? (Points to bubblegum ice cream)
Slave: (Pissed off and proceeds to give her a small spoon of the ice cream)
Girl: Hmm... what's this? (Points to ice cream called 'Cream')
Slave: It's...cream.
(My face: O.O)
Slave: (Turns to my mother and me) Excuse me miss, but what flavour do you want?
My mother and me: Dark chocolate and lime.
(IT'S AN OBVIOUS HINT TO THE GIRL TO HURRY THE FUCK UP SO THAT HE COULD SERVE OTHER CUSTOMERS. BUT THE DUMB SHIT COULDN'T FUCKING GET IT.)
Dumb shit: Dar (yes the dumb slut used the word dar), which flavours should we get ah?
Dumb Dog (the bf): Er...I don't know leh.
(After 30s deliberation, the dumb fuckers finally chose bubblegum and white chocolate.)
IF NOT FOR THE FACT THAT I'VE NEVER TRIED THE ICE CREAM PARLOUR BEFORE, I would've left. The girl's so bloody stupid and inconsiderate. Already stated blatantly that the flavour is 'CREAM' and 'LIME', yet the stupid fucker still had to ask.
It's not the fact that she's dumb that irritates me, it's the fact that she lacks consideration towards others that infuriates me. Shouldn't she have thought of the flavours that she want beforehand? The motherfucker is so fucking inconsiderate. I wouldn't even bother to talk about the male shit, he's trash, it'd be a waste of my time to rant on trash.
Scene No. 2
After going to Marina to buy my school shoes, I went to The Clementi Mall (HAHA, damn ironic. A large project like 'The clementi mall' gets such a boring name. But small projects like 'Cityvibe' get overexaggerating names. I mean how much 'vibe' can you feel in 'cityvibe'. Zero.) Anyway, I went to the Fairprice with my mother to get groceries, so I'm carrying shitloads of bags. I was walking with my mother to the bus stop when a NUS high boy blocked my way.
NUS high hor, not some shit school. It's THE NUS High School of Math and Science. The school where all the math and science pros go to. (Coughhhhh) Anyway, common sense would tell you to give way to the person who's carrying heavy load. But, the thought didn't go through his thick skull. Instead, he gave me this indignant look and made a rude sound.
Wtf. Don't want to move away then don't la, still need to stare at me and curse meh. So much brains but no common sense.
All in all, Lynette has shot up to being smart, Yating's bloody smart, Desiree's a genius (both desirees) and AngDi's God.

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