Sunday, January 16, 2005

Thumbs up for selfish brats and their parents

Saturday was so jam-packed you wouldn't imagine it were possible to fit so many things into a day. Then again, not many things happen on a normal day in my neck of the woods, so, it could possibly just be me. First up, a tight schedule meant I had to be in two places at once at 9am in the morning, and I was so pumped up for work I almost achieved that. Then at one of my workplaces, someone hurt himself with a nail gun, and this is where it gets slightly bizarre. I work Saturday mornings at ACS Barker Road's sports complex (as opposed to sports simple for the poorer schools), and they have a big ass hall, a big ass movement room, a big ass swimming pool and a not so big ass gymnasium. The facilities are partly managed by a private company (that hires my company to run courses for kids). Being a sports complex, it is a big ass place with an odd and labyrinthine layout. The glass doors leading to the swimming pool on the third floor are locked, and to get to the pool, you have to go to the second floor where the changing rooms are, go into them, walk up the very slippery concrete staircase to the pool on the third floor. So as I'm talking to a customer, a well-heeled looking but visibly distressed woman barks at me, asking me where the entrance to the pool is. I tell her she has to go down to the second floor. She ignores me and tries to find a way to the pool from the third. I tell her again. She then tells me her 'man' has shot himself in the hand with a nail gun while by the pool repairing one of the water polo goal riggings. So I go to the glass door on the third floor and see an Indian man clutching his bleeding hand (he shot himself in the thumb), while everyone else and everyone else at the pool is going about their activities as if the Indian man were invisible. The water polo boys, the teachers, the parents of the water polo boys, all, do zip, nada, nothing. Meanwhile, the well-heeled woman is trying to use her special powers to pass a packet of tissue paper to the injured man through the closed glass door. I offer to go and fetch her injured employee but she doesn't say anything, so I go and fetch her injured employee, who valiantly tries to indicate to me how he shot himself by showing me his thumb and pointing at the culprit nail gun. Thumb up, nail gun. Nail gun good, he seems to be saying. He doesn't say very much else, and his tortured English could very well be attributed to the pain caused by his injury as much as the possibility that he's a migrant, non-English-speaking, worker. Thumb up, nail gun, and maybe that's why nobody offers to help him, and not because they are a bunch of selfish, racist brats who've inherited a selfish, racist trait or two from their parents. After fetching 'her man' (her own description of the injured man), the well-heeled woman doesn't thank me. She says instead, "What about the tools? We can't leave the tools there, somebody will steal them", so I make another trip to retrieve the tools and bring both toolbox and injured man to the carpark, and she still doesn't thank me. But she says she's going to drive the injured man to the hospital, and she drives off with the injured man who still seems to be giving the thumbs up. (I did say Saturday was jam-packed, so other things did happen. So many that I might leave them for another day and another post. Much too late in the night and too much effort trying to compose something that entails a kitten stuck in an air-con vent, a wedding dinner which was actually a pleasure to attend, and oh, bumping into Sim Wong Hoo and shouting iPod!).
iTunes' party shuffle is playing a copy of: C'mon Aussie C'mon - Shannon Noll - C'mon Aussie C'mon, of which I have the original CD and therefore didn't steal music.


Blogger BiFF said...

Special Request - Encounter with SWH and you!! :)

1/16/2005 05:34:00 AM  
Blogger Cowboy Caleb said...

this would make a really good episiode of a comedy sitcom.

1/16/2005 10:34:00 AM  
Blogger Ah 9 said...

I too, am appalled by the lack of respect for other races in Singapore. Especially the migrant workers... singaporeans(well mostly i guess...) treat them like the lowest mirco-organism in the food chain. Ashamed those people at the pool actually ignored the poor dude with the bleeding thumb.

Having first hand experience of working with banglah workers in a pipe laying company, i see them suffer alot, meagre sums of pay, only buying a packet of rice with some curry on it. And eating them along pathways and anywhere else which deemed comfortable enuff for them. (eg. roadsides) "Money no many many, problem many many"

Apart from the hot rumour "they tend to stare at a girl's face, so they can remember when they go home and ...". I think they are generally nice people, misunderstood bunch, and much looked down upon. Singapore still have a far way from being a "gracious and blah blah blah" country. :P

Ah 9

1/16/2005 11:22:00 AM  
Blogger Airbag said...


"A" *stamped*

1/16/2005 11:41:00 AM  
Blogger aGent X said...

as a minority Singaporean, i have also seen some instances of disrespect for someone of the same race too.

just becoz they are from malaysia.

ps: u 'i-poded' SWH...hee2, that is the way dude!

1/16/2005 01:54:00 PM  
Blogger KnightofPentacles said...

You should not diss them as "selfish racist brats".

These are some of our top kids. Our very best and brightest. They are going to be running the country when you and I are old and grey and feeble.

And we are going to be depending on them to take care of us...

1/16/2005 04:25:00 PM  
Blogger Lance said...

just because they may or may not end up "running the country" doesn't mean they can't be "selfish racist brats".

we ought to be worried if they do end up depending on them to take care of us.

1/16/2005 05:47:00 PM  
Blogger Airbag said...

To be honest, these are absurb statements to be made.


first, you don't know these people.
second, you can't tell the future, i.e., who they are going to be.


it is important to guide them.

Because they are all children.
Our children.

1/16/2005 06:04:00 PM  
Blogger KnightofPentacles said...

Could nobody tell that I being sarcastic in the previous comment?

My point was:

* ACS is considered to be a 'premier' school

* Fairly or not, we expect more of from those who have had a premium education ("to run the country")

* We should be rightly worried for the future of Singapore if the incident is representative of the mindsets being inculcated in a better-than-average educational environment

1/16/2005 07:58:00 PM  
Blogger Bubblemunche said...

For the sake of a better common future, I humbly suggest we all get 'fockerized'.

1/16/2005 08:43:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

purely selfish request: the one on kitty stuck in air con vent pretty please please
swh supposedly doesn't hire engineers who smoke. firmly believes nicotine screws up the neural synapses
havin taught kids from every 'attas' school here for 6 years... my peabrain's worth on this issue : unfortunately, mr migs ain't too far off the mark

1/16/2005 09:22:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

two thumbs up...


1/17/2005 12:05:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What's your history with SWH ??? Shouting ipod at him.... you never die before issit ????

1/17/2005 12:18:00 AM  
Blogger Airbag said...

Sarcasm works better in the language of internet if it is punctuated with an emoticon, such as a *wink* ;)
In so far, it is not possible for everyone to understand individuals' humour,


(1) current mood while reading and typing away incessantly.
(2) triggers of the astronomical permutation of what was read before and after (especially comments from others).

My recommendation is to not take anything too serious on the internet.
If you are indeed a true believer of what you say, I recommend you to go and just do it.

1/17/2005 12:16:00 PM  

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