Feeling Blue


Oi, Chen. Don’t leave your helmet on the seat. It’s pissing down.

Speaking of Sochi, Taiwan might not be taking any medals home from the Winter Olympics, but at least they’ve got some attention. The Wall Street Journal has this fun article on how ridiculously dressed Team Chinese Taipei was.

Social media has been awash with locals prattling on about  how “ugly” Taiwan’s competitors look and the shamefully they’ve represented the nation.

Come again? They’ve represented Taiwanese with an incredible degree of accuracy: The lot of em look like they’ve just stepped off their scooters on a rainy day to grab a Super Supau at the local 711. Spot on.

The best part of the article is the po-faced ‘each to their own’ comment from Taiwan’s Olympic Secretary General:

Chen Kuo-yi, secretary general of the Chinese Taipei Olympic Committee, said the opinions would be taken into account,Taiwan’s Central News Agency reported. “Views on fashion designs vary from person to person,” CNA quoted him as saying.

While not quite the usual knee-jerk defensiveness, it’s typical for its failure to get the joke. Take the opinions into account, indeed … What a plum.



Sitting Bull

Been on an extended hiatus for a few months, out of the country on top-secret, undercover work. True, that.

No sooner am I back than I come across this idiot.


I don’t even have to know this individual to know what she’s like.

I’ve known em before and dissed em hard. she wasn’t exhausted to the point where she felt compelled to sit down in the queueing lane on the MRT platform. No. Even the most tired of people doesn’t do this. She wasn’t meditating. Nor was she upset, feeling sad, injured, or practicing for the Taiwan luge team at Sochi.

She just wanted everyone to look  at her the way the old pranny that I see near exit 1 of Zhongxiao MRT does every morning when he does his arm-flapping Tai Qi in the middle of the pavement. He could do it down the road at the park where all the other oldsters clap and flap but, no! It has to be right there with all the clamor and chaos – perfect spot for what i believe is meant to be meditative, contemplative exercise. Twerp.

And so too this muppet. Aren’t I cool and different? No. You’re not. You’re a fucking muppet.