Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when the dark is rising?
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
In case you've been wondering... yes, I was actually quite moody for most of the previous week. Everyday something had to add on to tick me off. Wondering what?
First of all, during the weekend, I spoke to many people on Windows Live I haven't spoken to in some time. Well, I always use "hey" to start a conversation. Some people really have no consideration at all and use "yea?" or "yes?" to reply. It's like I say hi and they can't even reply a decent greeting. Some are even worse, they say "what?". Sure, a small nuisance... but this helped add up with the week's following events.
On Monday I went to Pluto Tech to get my final cheque they still owe me. I quickly tried to rush down to a Standard Chartered bank at Paya Lebar, as it was the nearest branch, to convert it to cash. As I have no functional bank account in Singapore and the cheque has a Standard Chartered logo on it, I had no choice. I reached the bank at 5:12pm and it was closed. Freak.
Tuesday I was going to school and I bumped into Victor, the stranger who introduced himself as a Christian when he saw I wasn't afraid of showing my Bible. We had some small talk, and at Jurong East interchange, while waiting for the train, he decided he wanted to confess something to me. As I assume he was still a Christian, I had ventured into spiritual questions, which he seemed fine answering, but also uncomfortable at the same time. He told me he left the Seventh Day Adventist church, to which I thought he had merely changed denomination, which wasn't such a big deal. Then after a short while he admitted he left Christianity as a whole. He told me he had joined the Unitarian Universalists, and told me reasons why he left Christianity. He used Phillipians 4:8 as an example. Bro, I'm going to dedicate a post to you... stay tuned.
As if it wasn't bad enough finding out your friend just left the Christian faith, I had phoned Standard Chartered earlier to find out the nearest branch near my school. It was in Commonwealth the lady told me. The banks all open at 9:30am, so I went there at 9+ to get a drink and just wait a while. At exactly 9:30 no one had opened up the doors and at 9:45 I was getting impatient as I still had school. I phoned up Standard Chartered and due to so-called "high call volume" I had to wait for a customer service officer to speak to me. I waited nearly 5 whole minutes till finally one man picked up. I asked about the bank and the guy seemed very unsure whenever he answered any question. When I asked him to check if the bank was still operational, he said to hold the line and he'd find out. I waited 4 minutes and he hung up on me. Pissed, I asked an uncle who looked like he frequented the area what time the bank opened. He told me the bank had been closed for quite some time already. ARGH.
I went to school thinking I was late, but it turns out I was early. Lessons started half an hour later than I expected and this ticked me off even more, because I would have been able to go to the Woodlands branch and still reach school on time if I had known the correct timetable. And you know what? Lessons were cancelled, which means I came so early for nothing.
So my usual group plus a few classmates went to Vivo City, where they had a Standard Chartered bank (still operational) and because I managed to change my cheque into cash, they made me treat a portion of their meals at Carl's Jr. Aye, that just hurt my wallet.
We went back to school later to complete our assignments we had the previous week. When I went to check out my file I left on the desktop, it turns out some moron had edited the file terribly and changed everything so bad I couldn't undo the things and I ended up having to do the assignment all over again, which was made worse because that day was the due date and everyone passed up their assignments. Means my marks are gone... As if that wasn't enough, I still had PE after that, where the Vivo group went to play basketball. The winds were really strong and no one was on form. Everyone kept missing, but it was seriously frustrating for me 'cause I'm a shooter. What kinda shooter can't shoot?! To make matters worse, my shoe tore in half and I ended up getting a leg cramp.
Later on I went down to City Hall to meet the rest of the helpers to discuss the games for a supposed Sentosa outing on Friday. I bought a meal to eat because I thought we'd be discussing it at The Soup Spoon. Turns out that they were just eating there and we'd be discussing at Gelare instead. I was loaded, but I wasn't thrilled wasting my money on soup. At Gelare I bought some expensive ice cream, expecting a discussion. In the end, all that happened was a cancellation of the events. Fine, so since my Friday was free, I made plans to go out with Koh Wee and Nicholas.
When I reached Malaysia, I barely missed the last bus back by a few seconds. Although I had the money, it still pissed me off that I needed to take a cab back.
The next morning as I was walking out of my house, it was really hot and sunny. Then after a few minutes of walking, it began drizzling quite heavily. ARGH. I was already sweating and the rain wasn't helping! It wasn't a cool feeling nor comfortable. It just made me more ticked off that I had to endure heat and rain at the same time. Geez! Then that's not all, while walking I nearly got hit by a car. Stupid guy saw me crossing the road from a far distance and he still tried to cut in front of me as though hoping he could speed past and cut me off safely. If I hadn't stopped, I might not be typing at all. No bus stopped for me though. At the bus stop I flagged close to 6 buses and none of them stopped. Most of them just drove past without batting an eye. I was like WTH? When I finally got on a bus that stopped, I moved the aircon-thing to blow in my direction. When I did that, I looked at my hands and saw some filthy black dust covering them. !@#$%^&*()
I was hoping I could reach school on time though, but due to a freaking slow officer, he ended up making me late. That led to a very sarcastic remark from my teacher that just added oil to my anger.
After my music lessons, I took a bus back to my area and proceeded to take a cab. The guy tried to charge me more than usual, and it just added to my pissed off mood. I told him I usually paid RM5 but he drove off anyway, quoting his price again. Fine, I let him have his way. The only ringgit notes I had were a 5 and a 50 anyway. When the time came to pay, I gave my RM50 note since he had charged more than RM5. He said he didn't have enough change and asked if I had smaller change. I took out my RM5 and said this was it. I then told him it was his problem. I had the money, but change was his problem. He had nothing to say and took the 5.
Thursday I had a prayer meeting to attend. Nothing really bad had happened in school and praying to God wasn't going to tick me off. I was seriously hoping my bad mood would end with all those cirsumstances. I wish. Although the prayer meeting was powerful and people were slain in the Spirit, it was only temporary. I was told then that the Sentosa outing was back again. Without my knowledge?! I was one half of the people leading games and they only told me at night that the next day I had to go to Sentosa. I was freaking indignant! Two entire days to tell me and I find out only 12 hours prior? It freaking pissed me off that no one could bother spending a few extra cents to SMS me about it. I understand people want to save money when it comes to messaging Malaysia, but it's not like they message me everyday. If they want, I can pay for those SMSes. After all, if you fret about a few cents on an SMS, I'd rather pay for it. I can't stand cheapskates like that. They can treat people meals, give tithes and offerings, pay for the cellgroup fund but can't even spare a few bare cents to send an important SMS. Heck, even online no one bothered.
My cellgroup went to fellowship nearby after the prayer meeting, where they were going to eat. It was already very late and I said I needed to go back already. I think it fell on deaf ears because when I asked about the Sentosa events and games I needed to lead, someone still had the cheek to tell me that they'd discuss it after eating. Oookay, that was the limit. I stood up and said I was going off. That forced her to quickly explain everything to me. Aye, if I had known that was what'd make people react, I would have left much earlier. After that very brief explanation, I walked off towards the road. Although that person called my name again to inform me of more stuff, I purposely ignored her and continued to walk off.
At Kranji, while boarding 170, the bus driver hollered at me and asked me to tap again, believing I had sneaked on the bus. Oh man, I was already pissed off enough earlier and I still needed this. I had showed a really black face on the MRT back, and now I needed this? I turned around, giving one of my nastiest looks ever, and I noticed the people still boarding immediately cleared the way as though frightened of me. I took out my wallet, gave the bus driver a really bad look and SMASHED it against the card reader, shaking the front of the bus considerably. The bus driver jumped a little and saw "ENTER OK" show on the reader. I then walked to the back, with all of the bus passengers staring at me but none daring to look in my eyes when I looked in their direction. I was so pissed I couldn't even sleep on the bus. When we were alighting, I purposely walked to the front of the bus to exit and again smashed my wallet against the reader. The bus driver looked really startled but didn't dare to say anything. Once I got off though, out of the corner of my mouth I could see him mumbling things.
At night, when I went online, I had to cancel my plans with Koh Wee and Nicholas. They weren't pleased about it of course, but at least they understood. Barely five minutes after I cancelled my plans with them, I was told the Sentosa outing was really cancelled. GEEZ. I told the two that I'd be able to go out once again. Geez.
I'm not making excuses for what I did, but I'm not saying I approve of my actions either. Apologies to anyone I might have offended.