Spotted recently: Dastardly Duos

I have to report the following deathly combinations that are increasingly spotted in Singapore:

1. Low-rise jeans and butt cracks: My disgust needs no articulation, I am sure.
2. Drunk meets loud: Strangely, this once American turf has now welcomed Aussies as well. Yes, you fat-ass drinking bourbon at CHIJMES and annoying everyone in a 25-mile radius, I am talking about you. Why don't you fuck off back to the bush? Leave that cutie behind, though.
3. F1 and taxi drivers: recently, I feel like I have been training for a space trip every time I am in a cab. The G-forces! I give up all hope of riding a motorbike ever. I'd much rather they pontificate instead.
4. Cell phones and speakers: in order to avoid an aneurysm bursting, the next time I hear some asshole playing music on his/her cellphone loudly in a bus or train, I am going to have to take the law in my hands. Suddenly, one realizes what social graces are, by virtue of their absence. Has anyone invented a portable jammer or some sort that will completely - I mean COMPLETELY - fry the offending device?
5. Business and Indians: the financial sector is completely overrun by Indians. What can brown do for you? Now you know. We are gonna take your green!