Today Rants

Quite a few things to talk about today, so I will just lump everything into this post.

There is this colourful character that sometimes sits at the HDB block beside my office around the time I knock off from work. He is an old Indian man, and with a can of beer, he will rant about the Government most of the time. He will complain that the Government cheated his money, how he is not afraid of the Government etc. Today he talked about something different. About how he has to wash his clothes and underwear because he never marry a woman. In Hokkien, Malay, Cantonese and English. Colourful character indeed.

On the way back home, I was walking through some HDB flats and this was what I overhead coming from one unit (it was very loud, I bet everyone in the nearby blocks heard it) :

(in Chinese)
kid : sorry!
woman : why you always do that! {stomping of feet}
kid : sorry! sorry! sorry! sorry!
{cut short by something dropping into the ground and break}

Child abuse?

Last but not least, farewell Brian Clough. One of the most colourful and best English manager of all time. Some of his sayings were a classic. Some of my favourites :

'If God had wanted us to play football in the clouds, he'd have put grass up there.'
'I only ever hit Roy the once. He got up so I couldn't have hit him very hard.'
'We talk about it for 20 minutes and then we decide I was right.'
'I can't even spell spaghetti never mind talk Italian. How could I tell an Italian to get the ball? He might grab mine.'

Rest in peace, Brian Clough, you will always be remembered.