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Scenario #1: Encounter with a Gentle Spirit

It was about 1am when I took a cab back from Clarke Quay last night.

After my friend and I said good night, I was relieved to see that it’s a blue cab in the queue for me. Because I am running low on cash and only with blue cabs I could use NETS.

The driver’s an old uncle of about 60 years old at least. Strangely, ever since I know about the Dr. Cai I can’t help checking out the cabby’s licence to see if it could be him. Of course not. Singapore may be small but still, not everyone on the island wins Toto. What’s more Dr. Cai is not 60 years old.

Uncle was very fatherly. Though we hardly chatted less the formalities of discussing where to turn and exit, I could feel his gentle spirit.

“Here we are.”

“Thank you, Uncle!”

“Is the lift door visible from here?”

“Huh? Hmm…kinda?”

“Do you need me to wait a bit while you walk?”

“Oh! That’s really nice you! Dun worry, it’s safe here.” I flashed him a wide appreciative smile. It’s really kind of him!

“Your block is still not so dark. The last time there was a girl who asked me to wait and watch her get into the lift and I did that.”

“Uncle, that’s really very very kind of you!”

“Well, I have a daughter myself….”

“Aahh…now I understand!”

Uncle gave me a happy and understood look. We said goodbye and I continued my last leg of the journey back home. In the background, I heard his taxi taking off only when I reached the lift lobby.

What a pleasant encounter at the very beginning of the day.

Scenario #2: What Rubbish

It’s difficult to be green in Singapore. There is no recycling bins at the bottom of our blocks that allow us to conveniently dump the different types of refuse.

There is one somewhere near the subway station though. So this means that if someone is really environmental friendly and wants to do his bits, he needs to bring his well segregated refuse all the way from his flat to the station. The thought of it is not very inviting.

So most of the time the recycling bins are more often than not misused. All types of rubbish go into the bins when the hurrying commuters found those gapping bins along the way.

Why bother place the recycling bins by the subway station?? Why not just below the flats? Why such a lame effort?

Scenario #3: Scream. You Better Be Afraid. Be Very Very Afraid

I know kids can be a terror. My mum used to babysit my cousin when he was born till he was about three. And so I had the experience of taking care of kids.

But lately I developed a phobia for them.

All my friends’ kids are a huge screaming lots. They flare into extreme tantrums when you are fierce, firm or simply not obliging.

The last visit to my girlfriend’s I nearly had a heart attack.

Her 3 and 1/2 years old son was trying to have ‘fun’ with me – he was using a stick to hit my head (how fun right?). I held his hand and looked firmly into his eyes and said, “No. This is not nice. Dun do this”.

He was immediately reduced into a big bag of fits, running off screaming and hiding and screaming for help.

He was crying so much he was inconsolable. His mum, my friend, had go after him, carried him despite she was in her last trimester. Holding him tight in her embrace, he was crying, screaming, cursing and kicking - trashing both his legs at the side of her huge tummy as though he was galloping on a horse.

My friend had a difficult pregnancy and she just lost the previous one. I was so nervous I held her son’s legs, so afraid the kicking would cause yet another tragedy. My friend told me it’ll be fine and asked to me to let go of his legs, and stay away for a bit to give him space while he calms down.

Thank goodness, he finally did half an hour later. At night, her son decided he’s ‘friend’ with me again. He passed me his toy guitar and wanted me to jam with him while he played with the drums. Of course I did everything I could to please him. The jamming session worked so well he wanted to follow me home after that. But I swear I felt like dying from exhaustion.

But the point is – if anything really happened to my girlfriend and she should suffer another miscarriage (thank God she has just given birth), I would consider myself a murderer and will never forgive myself.

I shudder at that thought even now.

Today at another classmate’s home. Her daughter just woke up and got into a huge tantrums for the next 40 minutes. She was finally well after that and even came play with me. But she wanted me to continue staying out in the balcony and eventually screamed her lungs out when I did come in.

The kids of my friends in Singapore really amaze me. I thought their syndroms resemble those of autistic kids or disturbed kids that had went through extremities like death of parents, earthquakes, war and ill treatment. They are so restless and violent.

I can’t control myself but I think I hate kids now. They are not angels from God, more like little devils. They scare the hell out of me.

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