madman on the loose

i'm writing to warn you about a busker in orchard. i haven't seen him before prior to today. but i am assuming that during this festive season, he will be operating in the tunnel linking wheelock place to shaw.

mom and i were approaching the doors leading to the tunnel, and as i saw him holding his flute, i considered being charitable and giving him a token if he were playing sth lovely. but he wasn't playing; his fingers just moving along the airholes. as we walked pass with our mark's goodies in hand, i also rmb very clearly lowering my head with a polite smile.

a few steps later, i heard him: HMPHH!!!! keyi bang bieren ye bu bang!!!! (which translates to: don't even want to help someone when you can.) i whipped around in anger. on a typical day in a typically good mood, i figure i would have glared at him. but i am currently at the peak of pms. i shouted back in response: what is your problem?! and hold on for his response: i am not talking to you what! i am talking to myself! i am SIAO one mah! and of cos, i couldn't deny his moment of genius. i affirmed: yes, i think you are!

some people don't deserve to be given to. even if the money will go towards the treatment of mental illness. either that, or he doesn't understand that busking actually involves ENTERTAINING. whatever he was dg with his flute (cleaning/stroking/wiping it) doesn't count. and he shouldn't be harrassing any members of the public like that.

i always bypass that tunnel cos borders is a favourite hangout of mine. if i see him again, and if he dares afflict me with his sheer stupidity once more, i'm going to call upon our men in blue.

this is my christmas and no one is going to spoil it for me. particularly a super idiot like that.