Grrrrrr.

It started out as a really good day, albeit i was pretty tired from the entire week’s activity, but it was a good time with jianming, even though we just talked about stuff and thoughts.  Or perhaps i should say it was because we just talked. ^^

But on the way back i had a few very very unpleasant encounters and it caused me to be extremely vexed at the nature of certain people.

The first person i encountered was right outside funan, and he was smoking.  Now while i have nothing against smokers per se, i still don’t like the smell of cigarettes so i decided to stay upwind from him, which was coincidentally on the side on which he was holding his cigarette.  So he, having filled his lungs with an inhalation of nicotine and tobacco proceeded to swing his hand carrying the cigarette very rapidly downward, thereby burning me with it.

OUCH!

i didn’t scream or yell, but i let out a sound of pain, to which he just glanced at me, then at my hand, then at his cigarette, then proceeded to puff one more time while looking at me.  Had i not been level headed at that time i believe i would have proceeded to do something in which would have gotten me arrested.  There’s a blister where he swung his hand out and burnt me with his lit cigarette, where the skin has burned off, exposing the flesh underneath and it stings like anything.

Thankfully the ride back to clementi on the MRT was uneventful, though it was pouring cats and dogs outside.  Once i stepped out to the bus stop right below clementi MRT station i had my mishap.  Some old granny had just finished tying up her umbrella and while still holding it at the middle portion, swung it back to poke me right in the stomach.

I’d had worse hits, but it still hurt. Another yelp of pain, to which she turned around, looked at me and her umbrella and said “siao!”, which means “crazy” in hokkien, for those who aren’t fluent in the language, and then hurriedly walked away.  Painful jon left behind rubbing his stomach, but it was an accident, so okay, i won’t make a fuss about it.

Just then another little kid came up with this little kiddy umbrella that all kids their age are very proud of and decided to point the direction in which they were going while looking at his mom beside him.  Second poke in the same damn place.  This one hurt and i reeled back because it was a real jab in the stomach from someone who intended to poke clear air. “You really should watch where you’re going” was the mother’s reply.

OEI! I’M NOT EVEN MOVING BECAUSE THE CROWD CAN’T MOVE DUE TO THE RAIN!

Here i will take a turn for comic relief and reiterate Russell Peters’ advice: parents, please beat your kids when you’re supposed to. No, seriously, do it or discipline him, because if your kid pokes some street punk who isn’t really in control of himself in the stomach with an umbrella, then you’re in deep shit.  At the damn least you could apologise, seeing as i’m the one in pain from your kid’s wonderful idea to poke his umbrella (and a very expensive one by the look of it) into my stomach, accident or no.

And then right as i was getting up some guy kicks my slipper into the drainage area on the road. (you know, the side of the road just beyond the pavement, where if the cars go through it makes a great splash on all passing pedestrians) Coz when you get up, one leg is bearing more weight than the other right? So this guy kicks the leg that wasn’t on the ground very much, and the slipper flew straight into the water.  This time i wasn’t going to accept the excuse that it was an accident because nobody was even walking forward, so you wouldn’t have moved your feet.  That, and the fact that he was so falsely apologetic about it. Hint: if you want to pretend you’re sorry, having a girl or a girlfriend with you giggling away isn’t convincing.  Neither is it when you turn to her and laugh at my slipper in the water.

The day wasn’t all gloom and doom; there was an incident where some old aunty decided not to heed the bus driver’s advice and got her head and umbrella stuck in the entrance doors of a stationary bus with the body outside and all, but by that time, i was already too furious to think about anything.

And before any of you comment that there are people out there who aren’t like this let me say something: i know.  There are nice people like those who helped the stubborn aunty get free while enduring the rain, and i was one of them.  My complaint is not against those people, but the ones who are rude and refuse to apologize. You will also note that i never mentioned anything about them being Singaporean because i really don’t know if they are, so any referrals to a biased view of “ugly singaporeans” are not welcome.  And just for the record, i didn’t count the multiple times i was pushed out into the pouring rain because some aunty was afraid of getting her hair wet – just because i’m already wet doesn’t justify the actions.

I know some people have the “bully me” look in their face, but i’m not one of them, so i’m left wondering if these people have some sort of death wish.  If you’re one of the people by any chance, and you think you can get away with all these kinda things, then let me give you some advice: you reap what you sow.  Call it karma if you will, though i don’t believe in it, but you’re gonna get everything back to you one day.  And those reading this who are not of the group of people who do those things, which i believe most of you readers in readerland are, be on the lookout for such people.

Grrrrr.




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