Saturday, December 16, 2006
SELFISH SINGAPOREANS
i was making my to nashita's solemnisation ceremony it hits me hard on d head and make me realise how selfish our people are.... (long sentence indeed)
i brot baby nauwaf along with me... only d 2 of us. hubby has meet d parents session... i bathed him at 0830hrs and got him ready. after having his breakfast of milk, he went far far away to his dreamland, leaving his mum to doll herself up fer d ceremony. d solemnisation was at 12pm handsome boy was in his GUESS long sleeve t-shirt and pants. not fergetting his tiny pair of NIKE shoes. when all set, we left home. i carried him using d baby carrier. dat was 1030hrs....
SCENE 1
we went to d side road and waited fer cab but to no avail. mostly were hired. opposite us was few others who were also waiting fer cab. they came a few minutes aft us.... but they got their ride first.... w/o giving the poor mum and baby priority (remember wat i said, i came first though). we walked to d main road... same ting. no sign of cab available... den, we walked down.. near d stadium/swimming complex. to our disppointment, d same ting happend! so i decided to walked back d road near our plc. thnk God, we managed to flagged dwn a red cab! that was.... 1110hrs.... 40mins of waiting! of cuz, he woke up.... but lucky me, he didnt cry or start his nonsense.... otherwise, i wud hve juz make my wae home.
SCENE 2
aft d solemnisation, we headed d wae home as i told hubby itenary was only to attend d solemn ceremony. we took mrt fm braddel. me, who skipped breakfast, skipped lunch too as it was damn too hard to eat and carry bby at d same time. well, back to on d wae home story... upon stepping on d train, i was given a sit by a couple who was also w a bby... but d bby was caried by d daddy n they had pram. i was thankful.. cant give anytg in return except a smile.... so i sit happily and nauwaf was asleep...
suddenly.... d old man who was leaning his back against d glass panel slide down n sat on d floor. he reached out his hands, expecting sum kind soul to help him up... but nobody did. every1 jus stared... i wished i cud help but i cant.... w nauwaf around. den, one man helped him. he continued leaning against d glass panel. i looked around, other commuters either pretended not to see or asleep. i cant bear looking at him.... he was really old. wrinkles all over his face, white hair.... God... how else can i describe him? i stood up, picked my big bag full of nauwaf's things.... i went to him.... i offered him my seat! yes, i dis. that is d smallest bit i can afford. i eld his hands and bring him to d seat. he was so pleased.... as though his prayer fer a seat has been heard! unconciously, tears wept down my tears..... i duno why.....
s'poreans..... not only kiasu, but also selfish!!!!!
dis post is in red....
writer is in anger!!!
witer is in hunger!!!!!
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