Sunday, April 01, 2007

Took place on 31 March 2007, Choa Chu Kang MRT Station, 6 pm.

phone: *scrolls thru' phone list, calls home"

guy approaches.

"Hey, brother. Look. A few years ago, I was just like you, I didn't wanted to go home. but thanks to this fund, I'm now a more useful person."

*takes out a pen and asks for $2.

I stood there. Totally stunned. What do you mean "you're just like me"?! WTF. I would like to point out a few things here. I was on the way home from school after the SJ flag day and was trapped in school due to the rain. We were only able to get out of school at 6 o'clock.

So I reached the MRT station and then mum wanted me to call her to check the things to buy.

But as I took out the phone, a guy approached. Instead of selling tickets or brochures, he sold pens to me. But what made me angry was not only because of that he was oblivious to the fact that I am on the phone and started talking, he said "He was just like me" like what? I'm not a f*cking ah beng like you can. stupid.

You're not like me. I'm not like you. we are DIFFERENT. I'm a young and upcoming Office executive and you? You're just an Asshole. get it? You're hollow and full of shit.

Damn it.

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