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desperate for a quiet, conducive and peaceful place to embark on my writing project, i proceeded to the bishan library this morning, hoping to complete the planning and initial difficult writing phase of my masterpiece, but I was sorely disappointed with the behaviours Singaporeans display in the library.
I picked a table and chair on the topmost floor of the library, and was getting down to work, when a group of rowdy runts came along. Unlike pseudo civilised people of our society, who don't have the actual class but like to pretend they do, these guys didn't even have the barest basics of library etiquette (which is not surprising, considering 90% of our library goers chatter in there like they're bargaining for vegetables). They stopped in front of me and stared, causing my policeman senses to tingle with alarm. I dully looked up, and they didn't even have the decency to smile or look away, but instead chose to appraise me knowing fully well that I was looking up at them in a mixture of puzzlement and disdain. Where most other people would have asked "sorry, may I sit here?" or just sat down anyway, which I wouldn't have minded, these little buggers chose to let their eyes do the talking, albeit in an extremely rude manner. I pretended to be engrossed in my work, looking down immediately, but was unable to concentrate, what with 4 irritants sneaking glances at me every few minutes. As a policeman, being in contact with hundreds of people daily, I have come to a point where I can discern the inner thoughts of a person very quickly with just a glance, and these nitwits were clearly waiting for my dormant volcano to erupt, with me not having enough sleep and being in a perpetual bad mood. So i decided to pack up my things and leave.
After I had paid for my lunch and was turning around to look for a seat, a little boy, running at a top speed which would put a cheetah to shame (maybe a dying one) brush past me, and caught my bag. He stumbled slightly and recovered, but didn't rush off before flashing me an "injured defenceless rabbit" look. No big no small.
1:31 p.m. - 2006-10-10
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