Random Musing II

Sundays are supposed to be great (read: relaxing) days of sabbath. Well, not if you go to NCC - one literally finds himself in a speed battle every Sunday morning just to go to the house of God. This morning witnessed Ms Sleepyhead (that's me) waking up at 0530 hours just so she can bring herself to church by 0730 hours so that history will not repeat itself. Imagine my disgust when a middle-aged woman blatantly cut my queue (I was already standing in line) by walking past me and positioning herself in front of me. No, not that this would cost me a pound of flesh, but to cut a queue, my queue, right under my nose? And no, much to my dismay, I didn't tap her shoulder and retort, "Excuse me, I think I was here first."

All was well later, and in fact, church was amazing. After all, it was Miracle Seed Sunday. But all good things come to an end right? (Yes) So, when it was time to leave, my queue was cut. This time, I wasn't stationary, I was walking. And the queue-cutters? 3 men - 2 working adults, one elderly. Grrrr....

So I figured that today might just be Cut-Jo's-Queue Day - something I guess I could live with because I wasn't hurt or anything of that sort.

But little did I know that the queue-cutting episode was not all. Shortly after, I walked into a local jewellery boutique and asked to see some earrings. Imagine my exasperation when the lady started taking rings out from the showcase. I was absolutely flabbergasted. I mean, which part of EAR-rings doesn't she understand? I get it that they may not have what I specifically wanted but to show me something totally different, now that's a grave communication problem we're having.

Okay, I can still understand how human-to-human communication may sometimes just go wrong. But for the barcode machine to read the price of the body cream wrongly and the difference a gross S$10? I can't help but wonder what exactly was happening today. By then, I've given my day a new name - Gang-Up-Against-Jo Day.

And to make matters worse, the "foreign invasion" in the form of Mr Attitude stuck out like a sore thumb in class today. But I sure was secretly delighted when the other boys in my class promised to show Mr Attitude some colours if he turns up again next Sunday and behaves just as badly. *LOL*

Of course, I can try to understand the "plight" of a disgruntled teenager in a new environment, and especially if he's fighting "external forces" somewhere else too. So understandably, after class, I sought solace in my by-then extremely soggy Double Cheeseburger which wasn't exactly appetising in looks or taste.

Next, imagine my horror when I overheard a local Chinese woman and her male Caucasian friend's conversation on the freezing bus where she asked if he felt safe living in a HDB flat. That was the point where I went totally berserk. What was she thinking? Unsafe? Doesn't she know Singapore is one of the safest cities in the world? I couldn't help but wonder if this was purely an attempt to elevate his status by belittling our Asian one. But I also concluded a few seconds later that if she'd managed to put on more clothes, perhaps she would have enough brain cells for a more intellectual question.

And so now I sit in front of my laptop musing over my day's (mis-)events and thought that perhaps Colin Goh was right. Maybe I just needed to swear to get over everything instead of trying to console my indignation with euphemism.

Oh boy, what a bitchy day! *LOL*