the one time i wanted to kill a filipino
it was during the time when the haze was at its worst, and i was at jurong east trying to get from the mrt station to the safety of the aircon at the shopping centres. face masks were out of stock everywhere (what's the point of the govt stockpiling millions of masks when they're nowhere to be seen when we need them?) so i just had to brave it and breathe as little as possible.
so i was walking quickly, looking ahead to avoid all sales promoters who sadly had to work even in this shit conditions, controlling my breathing and in my mind just screaming to everyone to GET OUTTA MY WAY.
i spotted these 2 filipino women standing suspiciously in the middle of the bus interchange. i quickly scanned them and didn't see any of the obvious tell-tale signs of a salesperson. no clipboard, no nametag, no flyers, they were just standing there and i didn't see them approaching anyone either.
as i walked past, out of the corner of my eye i saw one of the women turn and appeared to call out to me. out of the kindness of my heart (i don't know where), i thought maybe she wanted to ask for directions or something since they looked kinda lost just standing there, so i took off my earphones and said "yes?"
"hi sirrrr," she drawled. "don't worry sirrr... i'm not selling anything." seriously, her speech was about 50% slower than a regular person, which means about 150% slower than a regular filipino.
ok fine, i didn't say anything because i didn't want to breathe. i just waited for her to finish asking me for the directions or whatever the fuck she wanted.
then she sloooowly reached into her pocket and slooooowly produced a namecard. i took it and looked at it, my kind heart still thinking she might be asking me how to get to this place.
at this point, she started drawling on about something on the namecard, and i finally realised she was not asking for directions. maybe she wanted me to buy something or do something, i have no idea what she wanted because i was so fucking pissed off i wasn't even listening, nor do i remember what was on the namecard.
"no," i said. she started drawling again. now i was really boiling and at the verge of shouting at her. remember, all this went on in the suffocating haze, i wanted to do nothing except get into the aircon, and this fucking bitch of a filipino stopped me to sloooowly tell me about god-knows-what?
i started walking off because i knew that if i opened my mouth again, bad things would come out. BUT SHE STOPPED ME! AND ASKED FOR THE CARD BACK! ok bitch you just made me suffer for another 3 seconds. now i wanted to physically assault her.
in a normal situation i would just take a deep breath and walk off, BUT NOW I COULDN'T EVEN DO THAT BECAUSE OF THE HAZE! HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO CONTROL MY ANGER?
so i was walking quickly, looking ahead to avoid all sales promoters who sadly had to work even in this shit conditions, controlling my breathing and in my mind just screaming to everyone to GET OUTTA MY WAY.
i spotted these 2 filipino women standing suspiciously in the middle of the bus interchange. i quickly scanned them and didn't see any of the obvious tell-tale signs of a salesperson. no clipboard, no nametag, no flyers, they were just standing there and i didn't see them approaching anyone either.
as i walked past, out of the corner of my eye i saw one of the women turn and appeared to call out to me. out of the kindness of my heart (i don't know where), i thought maybe she wanted to ask for directions or something since they looked kinda lost just standing there, so i took off my earphones and said "yes?"
"hi sirrrr," she drawled. "don't worry sirrr... i'm not selling anything." seriously, her speech was about 50% slower than a regular person, which means about 150% slower than a regular filipino.
ok fine, i didn't say anything because i didn't want to breathe. i just waited for her to finish asking me for the directions or whatever the fuck she wanted.
then she sloooowly reached into her pocket and slooooowly produced a namecard. i took it and looked at it, my kind heart still thinking she might be asking me how to get to this place.
at this point, she started drawling on about something on the namecard, and i finally realised she was not asking for directions. maybe she wanted me to buy something or do something, i have no idea what she wanted because i was so fucking pissed off i wasn't even listening, nor do i remember what was on the namecard.
"no," i said. she started drawling again. now i was really boiling and at the verge of shouting at her. remember, all this went on in the suffocating haze, i wanted to do nothing except get into the aircon, and this fucking bitch of a filipino stopped me to sloooowly tell me about god-knows-what?
i started walking off because i knew that if i opened my mouth again, bad things would come out. BUT SHE STOPPED ME! AND ASKED FOR THE CARD BACK! ok bitch you just made me suffer for another 3 seconds. now i wanted to physically assault her.
in a normal situation i would just take a deep breath and walk off, BUT NOW I COULDN'T EVEN DO THAT BECAUSE OF THE HAZE! HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO CONTROL MY ANGER?
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