  the urlLink oldest-looking pragmatist i've urlLink seen yet: [on copy protection mechanisms] 'That is the wrong approach. The only way to survive in this moving and evolving world is to grow and evolve with it. ' note, however, that he does not sport any wrinkles. for the past few days, i have eaten at a fast food restaurant. it's not that i like to gorge myself and my arteries with an impressive array of "suicide foods", but i'm already sick of hawker centre food. i have eaten at every store, from the one that sells the mee rebus with the cheap, diluted gravy, to the famous noodle store manned by this hippie in his sixties who sports hair as oily as his lard-infested soup and who swaggers as he scoops sauces into inferior plastic bowls.
and when he gets the chance to loaf, he sits on the table adjacent to his store, drinks plain carbonated water and just inhales a whole fag, all the time making assorted references to the human anatomy, especially the part or parts between the legs. (i think he *does* sell chicken leg noodles, but i bet those are unpopular. ) hence my visit to the most apparent contribution of western culture to obesity in developed countries. such a label is quickly dissolved in whatever they use to fry the freedom fries the moment you talk to the cashier. one time i asked -- not knowing exactly what McName (tm) it was -- for an orange flavoured soft drink they call mcfizz (they could have rebranded coca-cola and marked up the price five times, and teenagers would still buy it), and the girl at the counter looked at me as if "soft drink" was an expletive in a bizarro world (i am not a fan of comic books). in the end the girl blurted why i didn't ask for "orange juice and that sprite", and the manager next to her whitened in absolute astonishment. "you mix that cheap orange juice with sprite into this tiny cup and sell it for the combined price for both?
" (in the end, i did not make the purchase. ) then the people in the queue did seem to have rather disgusted expressions, but all was ok after about fifteen seconds and singaporeans continued to be cheated by a world-renowned restaurant that mocks people with clowns and some purple creature (not a monster because he is smiling, and he's got purple fur).
today was different -- i went there because y begged for a "cheap" meal (they are giving out those discount coupons outside the MRT today) after paying for my last three twenty-dollar meals (which i earned fair and square, mind you). and that turned out to be a mistake. behold: "buying this coupon, ah? " "err, ya. " (in mandarin) "do you want the dessert or the fries? " (in very poor mandarin) "i'll take the dessert. " (goes to the dessert dispensing machine for a moment and returns with a cup of cream with chocolate on top) "eh, you want de hot fart or de storberry ah? " "hot what?! " (frustrated) "fart lah! hot fart! hot fart! " that exchange continued until y figured out that she was talking about "hot fudge". and even then it's not exactly the finest example of "hot". so remember: if you ask for a hot fart, note that what you ask is not what you will get. 
