Here's the story.. I was going to night class on wednesday.. Just like any other trip down to SIM on the train, i did the usual, listen mp3 on my iphone n play Pro Evolution on my PSP. Unfortunately, the trip din turn out to be a routine trip down to school.
Halfway from simei to tanah merah, this primary school kid sat beside me. I was seating in those 2 seater seats. This kid, threw his umbrella on the floor, and straight away chiong me to see what i was playing on my PSP. Should have seen the signs..
What i'm about to share next is potentially disturbing, please read with discretion.
The kid starts trying to press the home button on my PSP to make me quit my game cos he wanted to see what other game i had and see me play the other games i had. Of cos i was like WTF, and i asked why should i quit my game and told him i had no other games thou i did have, but heck, why should i listen to him.
The conversation went like ...
Kid: No show me your other games, i wanna see you play
Me: But i dun have other games
Kid: No dun bluff me, i know you got other games..
Me: Why are you sure that i have other games?
Kid: I know you have, faster give me your PSP
Me: I'm telling you now i dun have other games, and i'm not gonna pass you my PSP
This conversation kept repeating itself for quite a while with me declining n he insisting..
Next thing he did, he took my cap off, and literally held on with his life refusing to let go.
Then another cycle of conversation happens..
Me: why you take people's things?
Kid: give me your PSP then i pass you your cap
Me: why should i give you something that is mine to take back something that is also mine?
Kid: no i dun care, give me your PSP then i pass your cap.
Again, this conversations repeats itself for quite awhile again..
But halfway this conversation, i tried to get away from the kid, i saw this uncle standing, so i tot, here's my chance, i asked him if he wanted to seat, but he declined.. FUCKER..
So here's to all you old folks who always complain that no one gives up the seat for you, FUCK YOU! I dunno why, but men in the older generation really dun have balls, like somehow they were raised as wuss when they were growing up or smthin. It's not the first time an uncle disappoints me in my time of need, remember the time when i was almost mugged by a group of malays, it was also a fucking uncle who refused to help me when i called for help.. Well done u pieces of shits!
Back to the story, so my chance failed. I had to try n take back my cap of cos.. Waited for the perfect timing for his grip to loosen and i got it back.. Damn he dirtied my cap, threw it on the floor, n maybe he stepped on it i dunno.. But after i got it back, he started turning violent, threw like 3 punches at me.. My specs almost flew off.. Then he started pinching me and pulling the hair on my arms.. WTF..
But come on, he's a kid, he hits like a girl.. It wasnt pain at all..
But that was my queue to do something drastic.. I stood up, and stand at one corner hoping it's all over.. Then it happened.. Sick bastard got up as well and came after me..
Prata face was the word to describe how i felt.. So i did what i had to do, Stone Cold Stunner right in the middle of the train......
That was what i should have and wished i could do..
But no, i walked away, i walked down the train carriages.. Hoping he would give up, but nope, he followed me all the way through the crowded train.. Pinching me, tugging my shirt, kicking my heels.. Then i just used my hand and held him off.. He tried struggling and twisting my fingers, but i managed to hold him off till the train stops and i finally dropped off at bugis to take another train.. That was when he finally stopped following..
Imagine, from Tanah Merah to Bugis, this whole episode.. WTF man.. So much for being a nice guy.. So i asks how to hell do you relate this to you reap what you sow?? What, did i ruined a kids life indirectly somehow that God has to allow a kid to come traumatize me??
And... AND.. NOT FINISHED.. Just when you tot it was over.. It happened again.. The next evening, i had classes as well.. As i was walking up the mrt station, i had a bad feeling already.. On wed, when i entered the MRT, the trains were Joo Koon 2mins and 4mins.. And the next day, thurs, it was the same train timings again.. I was just thinking to myself, bad feeling, cant be THAT SWUAY.. But heck i din wanna wait for the 4mins train cos i scared i cld be late for class..
So same routine again, mp3 iphone, games psp.. but different seats, not like it really mattered..
And yes, same routine again, the kid found me AGAIN! WA!! KNNBCCB$*%*$%*@^$!!!
Buy 4D or Toto also dun have this kinda fate.. STRAIGHT AWAY, PRATA FACE! This time i learnt my lesson already.. Got up straight away and walk toward the end of the train..
Same thing happened again, kick my sole of my shoe, pinch me, tugged my shirt.. *Borriiinnngggg*
Might i add that from Simei to Tanah Merah station, it FUCKING LONG! Cos i walked to the end of the train and it still din reached! Cos i was gonna leave the next stop, but the freaking next stop took FOREVER!
Then i did the same thing, hold him off with my hand again, he got violent again, kicked me this time and same thing, pulled hair off my arms.. Then FINALLY, Tanah Merah Mrt.. got off, and episode ended.. But i doubt it'll be the last time i see him considering the numerous weekday evening classes i have..
So i ask again, how do you answer this query then? What did i do to deserve this??
This is the week where kids traumatize my life..
But i think i may just know where he is from..
1 comment:
Sorry Jerry. If i were you, from now on i will board at the last carriage of the train. dnt risk seeing tt brat and you are really sway. And pls bring a cane with you to school from now on.
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