Q

1.

i’m using a paper clip on my fringe because hair clips cannot be found. it actually works. i am therefore paper.

wow that did not even make sense.. i’m sleepy.

2.

people ask me: ‘so have you decided what you want to do?’

actually i have. it involves a pink caravan. it also involves lots of exciting ice-cream/omelette i’m gonna sell all over Singapore. on said caravan. i’ll sleep whenever i feel like it, and finish all the unsold food at night.

and when people laugh and go, ‘..but seriously, what will you be doing?’ i’ll laugh along and pretend i didn’t actually mean the above. lol..

3.

the dream where i saw unicorns was too vivid to be only part of my consciousness. i’m convinced the Universe is trying to tell me something important. also i was truly excited about them existing, i can’t believe it was just a dream I CANNOT ACCEPT THAT.

4.

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5.

will it kill people to be more polite? before working, i’ve always taken courtesy for granted – that everyone says thank you and excuse me and you’re welcome and sorry where it’s due. but no.

i’m not trying to be racist – i’m not, but it’s too undeniable an observation: the ones i’ve met with the most terrible manners are the stock Indian father types. on one hand, there was that incredible Indian man who came up to say Good Morning, i thought he needed help but no.. he genuinely just wanted to wish me a good morning (people! hope!) and then there are the Indian fathers.

i’ve had a few come up to me raging unnecessarily and basically being very antagonistic and unappreciative about everything, but i’m fine with that. i can handle persons with anger issues okay, i’ve had much practice. i’m talking the RUDE ones. after noticing the racial pattern last week i decided to tabulate the number of people who didn’t bother to thank me for my help today.

out of the six who didn’t, six were Indians. maybe i should be more specific (because at the same time many other Indians thanked me). i’m talking A CERTAIN INDIAN FATHER TYPE: the short, stocky kind usually with a mustache and a family of scared looking females in tow, and he’d look like someone had just rubbed chili powder up his asshole – which i imagine to be extremely uncomfortable and rage-worthy and makes you need to rush everywhere (mainly the toilet).

FIVE of them brisked past me or came up to the counter while spitting out one curt word: “Tickets?” i’m not even kidding, they all said the same thing in the exact tone that after awhile i started suspecting they were just the same person coming back again and again to troll me or something. anyway. i’m too used to being polite on the job so i just gave the directions as per normal.

this is where i start getting annoying – they’d just WALK and not even look at me as i’m trying to explain it to them. yes they expect me to CHASE after them while giving him his damn answer because it would be too much of a hassle to pause for me, i mean who has time to stop and treat someone who’s helping you like a human being? not an Indian father, no. and when i’m done he’d just walk on without ANY indication of thanks. or even glance back at me. i don’t even..

i don’t need you to effusively thank me like i bestowed you with immortal life (like the Japanese tourists do) or be insanely cautious and ask permission to enter the public toilet (yes, people do that surprisingly often) – but dammit JUST A NOD? JUST LOOK AT ME? god i’m probably five times smarter and better smelling and looking than him it just kills me to have someone treat me like this. it also kills me that someone IS. EVEN. LIKE THIS.

also this happened FIVE. FULL. TIMES. just today. they’d come up saying one phrase really hurriedly (and it’s not that they can’t speak English) and just turn and leave once i’m done answering (or mid-way, even). holy crap i can’t wait to be important and powerful so i can whop some rude ass. also they look MAJORLY cheezed off all the time. dude. you’re on a vacation not reliving the Mughal war. you need to wash that chili powder off your asshole and stop being such a huge one yourself.

Celine reckons it might be their culture.. but then again many Indians/fathers are very friendly and polite. it’s this certain TYPE i’m talking about and i realized yes it’s culture – but not the culture to be rude but rather of patriarchy. maybe some of the more traditional Indian households, where both of the marital unit agree on the entire patriarchalmale/subservientwoman thing, breeds an entire new class of silent Indian wives who’ll trail alongside their warring patriarchs. angry faces in the morning demanding help annoys me.

i’m quite proud of the fact that i haven’t assaulted any Indian patriarchs or incited a racial riot yet. all i did was been particularly stern with one who hung around for like fifteen minutes asking me round-a-bout ridiculous questions and being very angst about it. so i stared him down and made him realize he can’t push me around like (i bet) he does his (really quiet) wife and daughter (who just kept rolling her eyes behind his back it was hilarious).

MANNERS, PEOPLE. MANNERS.