Tissue and Drink Cans society
There was this one night I felt like shit everytime i walked past random beggars or disabled buskers on the streets from Orchard to Bedok. Telling their sad stories to me like its my moral duty to give them some money. Sometimes i do donate when I'm in good mood but that's probably about all. There's always this particular team that appears in your nearest hawker centre, someone blind accompanied by another middle-aged woman who'll say things like:
'You have a kind soul son, please help the blind.'
There's always another group of people who i call 'vultures'. They are old people who go from table to table asking you whether you've finished your can drink. They will lift ur half-finished can, shake it to check whether there's anything left and place it back without your consent which really just pisses me off. There is an average of about 3 of these people in any major hawker centers and they will continue to keep you occupied throughout your dinner.
Later at night, these people will storm the rubbish bins for more empty thrash cans. A big black thrash bag above their shoulders. God knows how many cans are there inside. There are probably 200 or more of these people in Singapore, holding plastic bags, squashing empty thrash cans and eyeing every single drink that you are holding. Like it's some cardinal sin that we're holding that drink can that belongs rightfully to them.
It brings me to this particular young person who loiters around Bedok area. He just sits down and begs for money. A little pathetic note that he carries say: Very poor. Need to support family and sick mother. Fuck like that's the way he is going to support his family. Begging for money with all four limbs intact.
So there's the blind buskers, the disabled beggars, the abled beggar, the guardian of blind tissue-sellers, the can-collectors. How do all these people fall into our society and how do these people reflect our very own fucked-up lives.
I mean we all know you're fucked but so are we. We self-sympathize but you want the whole world to sympathize with you and to shower pity on you. It reflects on how patheic our society is and the stench of hopelessness coming off from these people.
But in any case, I've learnt to appreciate the old people who collect their fucked drink cans more than people who simply do nothing.
'You have a kind soul son, please help the blind.'
There's always another group of people who i call 'vultures'. They are old people who go from table to table asking you whether you've finished your can drink. They will lift ur half-finished can, shake it to check whether there's anything left and place it back without your consent which really just pisses me off. There is an average of about 3 of these people in any major hawker centers and they will continue to keep you occupied throughout your dinner.
Later at night, these people will storm the rubbish bins for more empty thrash cans. A big black thrash bag above their shoulders. God knows how many cans are there inside. There are probably 200 or more of these people in Singapore, holding plastic bags, squashing empty thrash cans and eyeing every single drink that you are holding. Like it's some cardinal sin that we're holding that drink can that belongs rightfully to them.
It brings me to this particular young person who loiters around Bedok area. He just sits down and begs for money. A little pathetic note that he carries say: Very poor. Need to support family and sick mother. Fuck like that's the way he is going to support his family. Begging for money with all four limbs intact.
So there's the blind buskers, the disabled beggars, the abled beggar, the guardian of blind tissue-sellers, the can-collectors. How do all these people fall into our society and how do these people reflect our very own fucked-up lives.
I mean we all know you're fucked but so are we. We self-sympathize but you want the whole world to sympathize with you and to shower pity on you. It reflects on how patheic our society is and the stench of hopelessness coming off from these people.
But in any case, I've learnt to appreciate the old people who collect their fucked drink cans more than people who simply do nothing.
posted by jingli K at 11:20 AM
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