Here we go again
The previous Tuesday, I only had 3+1hours of sleep. I fell asleep at around 5am (long day). At 8am the noise of old men shouting and vehicles running woke me up. Then I slept for another hour, till 9.
At around noon, the course went to take a course photo. You know how after such photos, you have to write your name on slips of paper? The front few people in my row were feeling playful. They appended stupid things to their names, example:
1. Name A 2012
2. Name B The World
3. Name C Will
4. Name D End
5. Name E Hahahahah
When it was my turn, I was shocked at the sheer stupidity and retardation I saw on the piece of paper. (Really, not just trying to use big words.) The bunch of people (more Malays than Chinese) asked me to quickly write my name too. I guess from my expression or what I said, they saw that I was not amused. Being nice, they told me it’s ok if I don’t want to join in, to “just write your name”.
I paused for a second to decide if I should just speak my mind. When I opened it, I said something like “no no no, this whole thing needs to be redone” to the whole group, while turning away, about to get a new piece of paper. There was an uproar. I wrote my name and passed it on. Later, when walking back to the training shed to continue cleaning sar 21, someone shouted, “Join in the fun, don’t spoil the fun!” in a very typical “beng” or “mat” way.
Before reaching the training shed, I helped out with moving some long wooden poles. Someone nearly hit a Malay guy next to me, and I said, “Dangerous”, because that’s what another person would have said, and because looking at someone without saying anything probably makes people uncomfortable. I got “shut the fuck up” as a reward for my compliance to normality. Later, when the same guy? Walked past me, it coincided with “mother fucker”.
Later, in the air conditioned room we use as a rest area, a group of mostly Malay trainees were talking about me (I know, because they always talk so fucking loudly). I was listening to music and I could still hear them. They taunted me, trying to get a response. If any of you fun-loving guys read this, yes I heard you. But you won’t get a response out of me by primary school level taunting.
Note: I do have a few Malay trainee friends. The fun-loving Malays here are not the villains of this entry. My willingness to tell off a whole group of people, alone, must hit a very raw nerve. I can only blame my straightforwardness.
