The Story of a Dog

Today, I had the most interesting lesson ever for the Communications in China module that I've been doing for this whole semester. I was particularly touched by a story that the professor told us during the class, so touched I thought I was going to cry (but of course i can't do that in public!).

Here's how the story goes:

Once upon a time, there was an Alaskan hunter. He got married and soon, he had a son. However, his wife died soon after giving birth to his son. Undeterred by what happened, he raised his son as a father and a mother. Fortunately, he had a clever hunting dog which knew how to feed the baby using a milk bottle. So, in the day, he would go out hunting while the dog would take care of his baby.

One day, he was out hunting as usual, and suddenly, he was hit by a snowstorm which lasted throughout the night. As a result, he couldn't go home until the storm settled down. As soon as the storm died down, he rushed home as quickly as he could for fear of the safety of his son. When he got home, the gate to his house was left opened. At this moment, the hunter was feeling pretty nervous. As he opened the door to his house, he was greeted by his faithful hunting dog, happily wagging his tail, like he was really happy to see his owner. However, the dog's body was covered in blood. The hunter couldn't see his baby as well.

At this instant, the hunter flashed his hunting knife and stabbed the dog at his weakest point. The dog whimpered painfully as he fell to the ground. At this moment, a baby's cry came from under the table. The hunter went over and saw that his baby was safe and sound. Next to his baby, there was a dead wolf, with blood all over and some hair in its mouth, which was apparently the dog's hair.

The hunter, at this instant, realised that he had made a grave mistake, but it was too late. Heartbroken and guilt-striken, he buried his hunting dog, wallowing in his guilt and remorse.

This story touched me. How about you?

Stupid Insurance Agent

I was walking around at Bugis just now and I was chatting about something serious with my good friend, Jialong. We happened to walk past the Bugis Cineplex Boxoffice and there was a Prudential Roadshow going on.

Suddenly, this girl came up and started waving her 'cup of lots' in front of me and pestered me to join in her 'lucky draw'. I declined her offer politely by waving my hands in front of her, signalling that I'm not interested. Unfalthered by my hand signal, she continued to pester me. I was really appalled and I walked on, and I said 'Bitch. Doesn't she get the point that I'm not interested?' to Jialong.

I know they are doing their job, but sometimes, they should not pester people, especially when it was clear that some people do not wish to be pestered and have signalled their intentions of not wanting to be pestered. How fucking irritating that is!

Fucking BUS-tard

What is so fucking wrong with people nowadays?

I was on bus number 31 back from Marine Parade and I was holding so much stuff with me: My rollerblades, my sling bag, and a Strawberry Royale cake from Savoury Fare. I guess it was alright that I couldn't get a seat, but the worse thing was, there was this couple who went pushing and shoving around just to get a seat.

It's still quite alright, really, but they got worse! When I was going to alight at Bedok Interchange, the bus haven't even pulled over and the same couple went shuffling past me again! I was already signalling my intent to alight by facing the exit direction and by moving forward a little, but in spite of that, they still did what they did!

Would a kind soul get me a car so I don't need to go through such shit?

For the convenience of all passengers, please move towards the centre of the car

What is fucking wrong, my dearest fellow MRT commuters?

Today, I was on the South-bound train towards Cityhall from Somerset. The train was packed, or should I say, 'psuedo'-packed? It isn't packed in the literal sense, but the crowd seemed to love to stick really close to the exits. Why? I mean, is there a better 'aura' near the exits or what? What's more, they were hogging the space at the side where the train door opens.

When the train reached Cityhall, the idiots behind me started pushing me even before the train door was opened! What the fuck? When the East-bound train came in, the same thing happen and people still don't want to move towards the centre of the car. I tried to squeeze my way through and there was so much fucking space there! When the train reaches Bugis, the 4 guys in front of me alighted, and of course I found a seat and sat down. It's like, if the rest of the people had moved in towards the centre, they might have gotten a seat!

Isn't that a reason for all fellow commuter to move towards the centre of the car?

Balkers who obstruct others during balking should die!

I hate balkers who obstruct others during their balking process. In case you didn't know, balking means switching to another queue from the original queue. An example would be when someone queueing to get out of an MRT station switches to exit from another gate, and balk in the process.

These people need more queue discipline. I'm not against balking, just that people should balk without obstructing other people. I hate it when I have to slow down or stop when someone from the next queue suddenly go in front of me. Shouldn't they at least look behind to see if there's any 'oncoming traffic' before balking? Bloody numbskulls!