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.
Tuesday 11 December 2007
14 days to Christmas- hope for the poor.
i always reason that i'm buying inspiration. so every month, i'm well-equipped with uk, aussie and well (i'm sorry to say this; it's so awfully unpatriotic of me!) not-so-up-to-par local magazines. at the rate i'm going, you wld think that i'm gunning for a career as a fashion buyer or stylist or sth. while my peers digest the real deal like John Milton's epic Paradise Lost, i am so ashamed to say that my appetite favours say, Shop til you drop. i mean, that's just me. i don't like challenges. a fashion spread is so much easier to take in cos it's brainless. but ok, i suppose if you give me an ultimatum i would give up all this trash for the complete works of Shakespeare (hand on my heart).
today, my aunt called. she said the dec issue of Her World that i lent her 'has nothing'. and funnily enough, although she borrows my copies every month, she NEVER fails to say that i should instead be donating the amount spent on the mag to charity. today, i heard sth different. she found her worthy cause. hallelujah for that. i mean, the vast amount she has; the beneficiary will definitely be blessed. she says that she read in the papers that there was a report of an old man who doesn't switch on the lights at night. cos he's afraid he might not be able to pay off the electricity bills. i do have a very soft spot for old people (i think they deserve some dignity in their last years) and i erm, was a little bit surprised and sad. i always thot that even the poorest in singapore can blend into society (read: not-that-poor). it's not an excuse for my ignorance i know, but living in this part of the city, i can't say that i have ever seen poverty with my own eyes. i'm sure many of you haven't too.
and you know, it's embarrassing cos my parents and sis always use this stupid strategy of personifying electrical appliances/devices to make me aware of my wastage. i always hear:
1. rebecca, the lights are calling you
2. jie, the heater is waiting for you
i decided today to also contribute to the same cause as my aunt. i think sometimes we love excessiveness because we cannot keep our wealth to ourselves. don't you think so? short of just pasting dollar bills on our bodies we live lavishly instead. if we can afford to why not? if the poor are not our responsibility why should we care? reasonable on both counts. but. i think i want to be able to splurge (occasionally) without guilt. knowing that i have more than others but i have given so that others can live decently.
you heard it here. i'm giving up my monthly dose of local magazines from now (that is to say, elle, harper's bazaar, cleo, her world). that is twenty dollars to an old man somewhere. because i think for him i can sit in the comfort of Borders and browse instead.
i'm sure i have some friends laughing right now. and thinking that they can catch me some day going back on my word. time will tell. and by then, i'm sure said old man will not have to worry abt his bills anymore.
enjoy the holidays.
today, my aunt called. she said the dec issue of Her World that i lent her 'has nothing'. and funnily enough, although she borrows my copies every month, she NEVER fails to say that i should instead be donating the amount spent on the mag to charity. today, i heard sth different. she found her worthy cause. hallelujah for that. i mean, the vast amount she has; the beneficiary will definitely be blessed. she says that she read in the papers that there was a report of an old man who doesn't switch on the lights at night. cos he's afraid he might not be able to pay off the electricity bills. i do have a very soft spot for old people (i think they deserve some dignity in their last years) and i erm, was a little bit surprised and sad. i always thot that even the poorest in singapore can blend into society (read: not-that-poor). it's not an excuse for my ignorance i know, but living in this part of the city, i can't say that i have ever seen poverty with my own eyes. i'm sure many of you haven't too.
and you know, it's embarrassing cos my parents and sis always use this stupid strategy of personifying electrical appliances/devices to make me aware of my wastage. i always hear:
1. rebecca, the lights are calling you
2. jie, the heater is waiting for you
i decided today to also contribute to the same cause as my aunt. i think sometimes we love excessiveness because we cannot keep our wealth to ourselves. don't you think so? short of just pasting dollar bills on our bodies we live lavishly instead. if we can afford to why not? if the poor are not our responsibility why should we care? reasonable on both counts. but. i think i want to be able to splurge (occasionally) without guilt. knowing that i have more than others but i have given so that others can live decently.
you heard it here. i'm giving up my monthly dose of local magazines from now (that is to say, elle, harper's bazaar, cleo, her world). that is twenty dollars to an old man somewhere. because i think for him i can sit in the comfort of Borders and browse instead.
i'm sure i have some friends laughing right now. and thinking that they can catch me some day going back on my word. time will tell. and by then, i'm sure said old man will not have to worry abt his bills anymore.
enjoy the holidays.
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