I was strolling (i am starting to detest this work after having had to explain it's meaning repetitively for the past three weeks to my student who keeps forgetting!) along the platform towards the vague direction of the escalator (where people were already amassing in an alarming bottleneck fashion), absorbed in reading about Sylvia Plath's lovelife (her journals are boggling me more and more; what? she was a normal person too? what?) when suddenly i heard a sound and i turned my heard right and oh dear, there's a man sitting on the mrt floor.
He's sitting there holding the mrt pole with one slightly limp looking hand, sitting there in a crumpled sort of way that is very sad and very distressing. He looks at all of us common people, cramming ourselves together to get down the escalator in case the unbearable happens and we are forced to take the staircase. OH NO! And then all of a sudden, he speaks, he says "F*** it! All you people!" I look around, slightly shocked and see all these people staring at him, and they stare and stare until the escalator carries them too far away to stare anymore. Goodness, no wonder he hates us.
I come out into the interchange and i'm faced again with all these staring people. Most of the time i dress nice for school, but tonight i was in my grubby shirt and sleeping shorts, not having the energy to change out before i left, and still they stared. You just can't win these people! I actually get very angry, i think i was an ah beng in a previous life, of the Growing Up sort, turned-up collars and sideburns, beating people up for staring at them. The staring really makes me very angry (!!!)
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