anyway, the night wasn't exactly wasted la. because when reggie was asleep on my shoulder at harbourfront, i was looking at the surroundings. at 5am in the morning, the newspaper man came and delivered newspaper. the macdonald auntie was all prepared and behind the counter. i just feel that i've wasted my life playing poker everyday. i mean, if these people can wake up and work because they need to, despite their situations, why can't i? i mean, being a foreigner in a country is not easy. holding a job that doesn't garner a lot of respect adds on to the difficulty of adapting. we always ignore their presence, and worse, we add insult to their pain by despising them, making racist jokes about them. i laugh at these jokes, i admit. but i will not after last night. at the wee hours of the night, when we are nice and comfortable in our nests, they are already out putting newspapers into our lives, preparing to feed us and we just stick our noses into their faces and laugh at them. the garbage man, the road sweeper, the construction worker, your domestic helpers- these are some example i can think of that probably could do without our insults to them. i know, they add on to our crime rates, but wait a minute, aren't there singaporeans who are robbers and kidnappers as well? i'm not trying to make myself a saint here. but im just saying is that, show them a little more respect. like, when the garbage truck drives past, don't press your nose in front of them. or worse still, teach your children to do that. how would you feel if after a long day at work, tolerating the roaches and stench to clear the rubbish of others', waking up so early for that, wrapping yourself in those thick clothing under the hot sun, being all sweaty and tiring, that someone presses their nose at what you are doing for a living? would you call that job satisfaction? the pay is peanuts la to be honest.
think of it these way. if you press your noses at them and they quit, who is gonna clear your rubbish up for you? yourself? your mum? are you gonna be the one picking up that binful of rotten apple cores, put it into the rubbish truck and throw it into the landfill? are you gonna be the sweaty guy who has to tolerate the stench and pests for such low pays whom you laughed at? same goes to construction workers and other blue collared workers.
lol. i've been drifting away from my point. but anyway, yeah, i've decided to put my life back on track la. stop wasting it .. hahha! yup. its way too short to be wasted on.. unnecessary things, like getting senselessly drunk. oh well. gnna sleep now.
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