jeez. today really pissed me off. i mean it started out ok. work was fine...if not just a bit tiring. but after that. it was all just fucked up.
i HATE the idiots who ask for donations at orchard mrt. maybe not all. but god, there's always the same bunch of people there. they're like bloody vultures, just waiting to swoop down on their prey. and it's always the same freaking donation. it makes me wonder if they're really helping the poor, or just helping themselves. and i wonder if they're doing this out of the goodness of their heart or if they get commission for it. they can't be that poor, if they're wearing freaking rolex watches. fuckers.
the nerve of that asshole. fine, i accept that they have to go up to people to ask for donations, cos obviously no one will approach them. if you do, bless you, you have the heart of a saint. so fine. i've just deposited some money into my bank account, coming out of DBS, and this guy comes up to me, smile on his face, and asks for a donation.
and as per usual, i say no. ya, ya, i'm such a heartless person for not wanting to fork out 10 bucks for a homeless child yada yada yada...as if you people do. so don't judge. haha.
and he actually starts lecturing me. i mean pointing out my bank book, and my wallet and the fact i just came out of the bank. and starts telling me, that he's quite sure i have the money to donate. and it just so happened i was holding a bag from Isetan. and he says i can afford to buy stuff that the poor can't. so why can't i help out?
fuck. where the hell does he get off, telling me what to do with my money? it's money i earned by working hard, sacrificing my time with my friends, with my family...god, i see my family probably like an hour a day cos i'm rushing off from work to home to tuition.
and so what if i can afford to buy some things that the poor cannot? so what if i don't help out? i shouldn't be ashamed that i have money. i read somewhere that oprah is not at all ashamed that she's now worth millions or billions. and it's true. why should she? why should i? we all work for our money. and i'm not the freaking saviour to all poor people. i actually told him that my 10 bucks would not break the cycle of poverty. and he says that if a lot of people donated 10 bucks, in the end the poor would get a lot.
ya great logic there. your mathematics is amazing. whoopdeefuckingdoo.
we'll probably all end up perpetuating the cycle. don't get me wrong. i've donated before. i've even done the stupid flag days. which i kinda enjoyed. but we keep donating, and they keep taking...then what's the point? they're always showing on tv, those sad depressing pple...a woman with five kids, whose husband has died, with 3 kids who have diabetes, and she has breast cancer. and all that.
but they probably don't show those people who are perfectly healthy, with no worries, and just choose to act pathetic their entire lives. man, i'm just veering off point now.
it made me think. he sells all these tickets and i wonder if he's ever bought one himself. or does he think he's a saint just by selling them to people...and why the hell do we have to donate 10 dollars? not 2 or 5 or however much we want to? who sets standards when it comes to donations?
fuck man that really really pissed me off. it truly made me want to strangle him. decided on just telling him that it's my money and i just don't want to donate before stalking off.
is that his tactic? make people donate by guilt? cos it really just made me angry. i don't use some stupid shit like that when i'm working. i don't hear my colleagues going...
"oh i'm sure you have money what, with that spiffy armani suit and tagheuer watch? oh and is that hugo boss i'm smelling? and are those shades branded? wow i think it cost at least a few hundred dollars. the fine's only 15 cents. you SURE you don't want to pay for it?"
people. people, in general, just piss me off nowadays. complete strangers drive me completely mad. and not being able to lash out at them...it drives me nuts. it used to be a lot easier last time. tolerance was my thing. i can count on one hand, the number of times i lost it. and it's not like i scream for hours on end. blow up for a few seconds and walk away.
maybe that will be my downfall. one day, just one day, all my bottled up emotions might surface. just pray the person that unleashes them is not you.
oh and to top it all off, paris is out of american idol. idiots. this is fucking fabulous. just a fucking fabulous day.
# ARGH.
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the girl.
Sufi
Family is my heart
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