Are Singaporeans just so comfortable with our lives that we begin to get complacent and then complain and complain and complain?? We can be quite a pessimistic bunch huh…
Singaporeans : It’s too hot!
Other guests: Nice warm weather!
Singaporeans : Aiyoh so cold!
Other guests: What a cool evening.
Singaporeans: So far away!
Other guests: What a nice walk through the gardens!
Singaporeans: So crowded! So noisy!
Other guests: This is a vibrant place.
Singaporeans: So quiet and ulu!
Other guests: Nice peaceful and private corner.
Singaporeans: So sour / sweet / bitter/ spicy!
Other guests: Interesting taste.
Singaporeans: So expensive!
Hotel: Is there a reason to this charge? Like maybe this helps pay for the wages of the staff, the raw materials bought, the distance the raw materials travelled, the preparation process etc.
Singaporeans: Aiyoh, why the weather like that?
Other guests: Oh well, do you have a library for us to borrow some books to stay indoors and read for the wet weather?
Sigh….
Just that this one organizer is so full of complaints and no % of gratefulness in her entire being. And what you understand by yourself does not translate automatically into my own brain. I asked her if she wanted to keep the twin-bedded half of her connecting room, or the king-bedded half as her next door neighbour checked out first but she is extending by herself. She just kept repeating her room number, “Room 123”. By repeating “Room 123! Can you understand?” a million times in a rising volume does not give extra clarification to me. Maybe my own fault, I cannot tell if a particular room number in my hotel of 380 rooms is a king or twin-bedded room. My own fault for not memorizing the room numbers and the corresponding bed type. My own fault for having never stayed in room 123. What exasperated me the most was the condescending look she gave me for not understanding her, and I wanted so much to return the same look.
And what is it with the rhetorical questions? Pointing at a telephone and asking me, “Is this a telephone?” I know she probably wanted to be sarcastic cos the telephone was not dialing properly then, but the sarcasm kinda got lost in the Singaporean accent. I had a little victory by looking at her strangely and speaking slowly “Yes, this is a telephone.”
And then “Why is it raining again?” Are you looking at me to explain about evaporation and cloud formations? Didn’t they teach that in Primary school science?
And then pointing at the tray of pastries and going “Is this breakfast?” Well, if it’s the first meal of your day and it’s more or less in the AM part of the day, then yes, this is breakfast.
And then the selfishness – it was Halloween party at the beachfront restaurant and she was like “Can you tell them to just shut up?!” Like why would you choose to go eat at a restaurant where the theme is Halloween night? We have 3 other quieter outlets?!
Geez.
Positive thoughts…ooomm…..God please grant me strength and wisdom to deal with this….
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