As of this moment, I don’t really have much to say. I used to blog daily. What the hell did I blog about? I don’t think my life is sooo eventful that something exciting happens everyday. So…I’ll talk about something that bugs me like hell.
The Ugly Singaporean. Yes. You’ve all seen him or her or them. Usually we just tut-tut to ourselves and that’s it. However, now that I’m a parent, I can’t help but be peeved by how inconsiderate Singaporeans can be. I’ve come across some Ugly Singaporeans. Here is one of them…
Case #1:
My wife and I were on our way to sending our baby to my mum-in-law’s place. We’d push my baby in a pram and walk there. We’d have to share the walkway with people who are on their way to the MRT. That’s perfectly fine with us. But then…there’s the cyclists. Yes. The "I-will-ring-my-bell-till-you-get-the-hell-out-of-my-way" cyclists.
They think that they have the divine right to the WALKway. Hello…its for people to WALK on, not CYCLE on. I don’t understand why pedestrians have to give way to these bastards. Its even worse that they expect me and my pram pushing wife to give way to them too. There’s already hardly enough space on the walkway as the right side is for people who are walking away from the MRT and the left side that we’re on is for people who are walking towards the MRT. So because of this trigger happy idiot, every single one of us pedestrians have to stop what we’re doing and give way to him or her.
It doesn’t matter that they are actually a hazard to us. They weave their way around us in full speed. If anyone just makes a sudden turn, he or she will get hit by these crazy cyclists. And as I said before, if we don’t give way to them, they’d ring us to death.
This is what they expect us to do. We…the pedestrians and pram pushers, should actually give way to their superior race of cyclists. All of us, including my pram pushing wife should actually move onto the grassy areas and make way for them.
I actually told off one of them one day. It went something like this:
Me: Eh get off the walkway la! Cannot see people got pram issit?!
Bell-ringing-biatch: Go where? Where am I supposed to go?!
Me: Go on the roadla! This is for people, not cyclists ok!
She then whizzes off on the pavement at full-speed, flailing her arms at me once she realises that I’m too far away.
See? They will always think that they have the divine right to cycle on pedestrian walkways. Arrggh!
Sometimes I wish that I could just kick their stupid bicycle wheels when they’re in full flight. I wonder how that’d look like. I have this delusion that if I were to do that, all the pedestrians around me would cheer and clap their hands in delight. They’d even carry me on their shoulders all the way to the MRT station…just as if I’d scored the winning goal in the World Cup.
I’d appear in the newspapers and be labelled a hero. But then, I’d be sentenced and jailed. As I walk into the prison gates, the warden will secretly smile at me and mouth out the words "You’re my hero" silently. I’d get the best treatment in there cos the prisoners would have heard of my exploits.
And when I break out of prison, the guards would look the other way. No need to tatoo escape map on my back, like in Prison Break. Just walk out only.
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