Friday, September 5, 2008

Damn young punks

Okay, today I was heading home on the mrt. I was carrying 2 heavy bags of stuff, which was fine with me since I am accustomed to carrying loads, what really irked me on the journey home was that I had to sit in this carriage with a several groups of young teenagers.

It's really fine if you are in a group and talking loudly, like OGs or just chatting loudly with a group of friends. I can take it, there were 3 separate groups as far as I could identify, what irked me wasn't their volume, but rather their content! There was this plump girl was sitting beside me bitching about how her parents cannot fetch her and she has to take the train.

They are pampered young brats! This girl sitting right next to me with nails manicured bright-pink and yelling loudly on her fake-crystal encrusted Motorola Razr handphone. Normally I wouldn't have minded it at all, but she was yelling into her phone on the damn train right beside me.

From the way she put it, it seems she was complaining and bitching to her friend on the other side, complaining that the parents can't fetch her home and she has to take the train. So she went on and on about how lousy her parents are, why they're so busy they can't even fetch her home and she has to sit on the train with all the smelly foreign workers. – quote.

Like WTH?

Hello, they're busy working their ass-es off at work to feed your fat-ungrateful-ass so that you can paint your nails, carry a Coach bag and complain about them into your Razr phone and then pile on the fats because at the end of the day ferry your fat ass in their comfortable Mercedes taxi by your personal chauffer daddy.

That was one. Okay, then opposite me there was this thin guy wearing an AX shirt and faded levi's jeans bragging to his friends seated next to him that he can get whatever he wants. He was bragging how he doesn't have to buy anything, he gets his dad to buy him this, his mom buys him his phone, and his aunt gets him his laptop and so on and so forth.

Damn kids on the train complaining about everything and bragging about everything, it's very painfully obvious that they don't know the meaning of hardwork and the value of money.

I just wanna slap the girls fat face, kick the guy's balls and throw both of them into a concentration camp in North Korea for political prisoners. Young ungrateful punks.

It's always nice if your parents can give you a lift. But they're not there at your whim and fancy. If they can't, they can't, understand their factors. I am always grateful when my parents give me a lift, because it's a luxury. It's nice to have, and you'll treasure it all the more when you don't have it.

Ever since graduating from poly, I've been financially independent. It's not easy, in fact it's downright hard. You gotta WORK for it, and you treasure every dollar spent or earned.

The papers have reported recently about Singaporeans complaining about rising costs, food, transportation and the works. Yet every time I walk pass a shopping mall, there is an abundance of shoppers, plonking down their cash and credit cards without blinking for that $10.50 movie ticket, or the $30 lunch meal or the $800 Nokia N95.

You complain about the $2 ERP, the 5-cent increase in bus fares, the 7% GSTs and the utilities tariffs increase yet spending even more money on lavish food and electronic products. Don't you think that's very contradictory? I think life has gotten too comfortable for Singaporeans in general that most of them have forgotten what hardship is like. Especially the younger generation.

I am in university now. I am 99.999% financially independent. Everything posted in the last 20 entries are paid by my own pocket. It's not easy, but I can make ends meet, I f***ing work my ass off, with my grades I managed to secure something stable to see me through university.

I know this entry is going to sound very xiaxue-like, however, ever since going into NTU, I seem to have gotten less tolerant. I don't know why, I get irritated more easily. Maybe it's the lack of sleep, the insecurities of the lack of understanding in my subjects, the ever-increasing workload, and the social stresses faced at school that is ruffling my feathers.

Why does everyone say that I can handle university life very well?

Maybe I can't.

Damn ungrateful-young-punks.

Posted by MK at 2:56 PM