antagonistic

window washers outside my 21-f office

i've been going thru an anti-C phase all week. it's just the government, the rude people, the lack of facilities and the ex-xxx-tremmmmeee-ly (an understatement) poor customer service. it's like this. it's a whole different set of class and etiquette here. nevertheless, i may just be exaggerating and very biased because not all chinese are nasty.

it's like this: u queue up to get up the bus and this young guy in front of you sticks an arm out to prevent you from getting up the bus before him. then there is this time when after ordering an ice cream and realising that the girl has put ur's and ur friend's bill in one when you didnt have change and you ask her to separate the billing, she snarls at you and tell you in a strict tone to pay together. and those are just two examples out of the plenty i encounter everyday.

i chanced upon a program about a memorial for the earthquake and i cdn't help but feel it's all propaganda. and how the people are seriously, honestly foolhardy enough to believe that foregoing the chance to save your own child being trapped in a wreck just to save your student was a heroic act. and now that your own daughter is dead, that's okay because you've got thousands of 'daughters' now.

never in my life have i met such nationalistic people before. i'm not denying that singaporeans are selfish and materialistic, but it's just incomprehensible what these people believe is abundantly provided for them in this place.

hate shopping here. hate arguing with the puma salesman that a pair of women's running shorts did exist in the other outlet. hate having to bargain for everything from buying disposable forks to buying a laptop. and worst, having to feel so cheated after that.

but of course, it's not so bad here. good restaurants and a nice job makes up for it. and of course, there are (some) nice people too. i'm tired. i'm rambling. i'm off to bed.