Such a sad world you live in.

Two incidents happened yesterday that has so much irony that I couldn’t help but think about. Nothing big, but something so trivial that we often overlook while walking on the streets. I was walking with Wen Hao yesterday along Pennisula Plaza, en route to Joleen’s shop in hope of finding a place to discuss about the Istana project. While we were walking towards Gramophone, two malay punks walked up to us, in a swaggering manner, as if they don’t give a flying f**k about the world. Naturally we being nice people make way for them, hoping they would do the same. Instead, they banged right into us, making me and Wen Hao blurting out an uncontrollable “wah lan eh”. We turned back and looked, and there they were, staring back at us as though we were in the wrong. One raised a hand, asking us what is our problem. I almost felt like going over to beat the hell out of them. However, the moment I realise I am carrying a 3.5k macbook pro in my bag, I decided not to risk me beating the hell out of them and then my mom beating the hell out of me for spoiling the laptop. What was ironic was that, earlier, we met two frenchmen who were lost and finding their way to funan. They approached us, and followed us there as we were going there to get some peripherals as well. They chatted with us, though i must admit i feel like a dwarf standing next to them. Its funny, how someone who grew up in the same country as you, living under the same conditions, under the same set of laws, can be so hostile to one another, while others whom are of a different nationality are so friendly to you. I dont mean that all malay punks are like that, and i am of course not stereotyping the race.  It just saddens me to see how sad a world they live in. I bet if they were to bump into those two frenchmen we met earlier they would not be that cocky as they had been to us. I feel sad for these people. Seriously. Twenty years down the road they look back on their life, and must have been so embarrassed. Sigh.