“That’s your baby!”

ahh…shit…last minute post.okay.Yesterday I just saw V for Vendetta for the second time and I have to say it still gave me the the same effect when I watched it the first time.Maybe better. I guess it is a good movie because instead of being just an action flick,it touches on some social aspect and make us think and we get to study the characters than just seeing things blow up.

Movies aside,on my way home,I bump into an old friend of mine on the train.We used to study together at religious class.I hate ‘bumping into old friends’.They will always say “hey,remember in the past you are fat…….you never change.”.Then I just pretend to laugh even though I want to scoop out their eyeballs.(okay too violent)

But this guy didn’t say that and I began to be optimistic about this encounter.Then I realized,there was someone beside him with a pram.Then my friend introduce me to his classmate during secondary school which mean he is 17 this year.Instead of saying “oh he so cute…”,I just ask if the baby was his nephew.(Its not that I hate babies but why the need to show your “monster” face and try to keep entertaining them when you know he will be thinking “this fella is creepin’ me out”.

The guy responded that he or she is his baby.So I was like surprise,dumbfound,astound,shock and taken aback(thank you for mac dictionary) that I responded without using my brain.”That’s your baby!”That was meant to be a question but the loudness of my voice overcome the asking tone of it.And when I say loudness,it was really loud even the person sitting at the next carriage turned his face towards me.Things began to become awkward and silent,faces began to turn red and to stop this awkward situation I had to stop at Chinese Garden even though my stop is at the end of the railway.

While I was waiting for the next train, I began to think about it.I mean my reaction is not exaggerated but the more I think the more I became sorry for the ‘young dad’.I mean he probably have to quit school to feed his baby.His parents might be angry with him.His days will be filled with overtime work.He probably had to work during weekends.Had to clean the baby while I am playing my playstation 4 hours a day without caring the world.

Suddenly the train arrives….

move back please…I said MOVE THE F#$K BACK!!!!

I was flipping through the channels of our national TV programmes and something that was on display stopped my daily routine and it doesn’t occur often.It was Central.It was night so…no,it wasn’t kid central.It was showing a short film that was done by our locals.It was your usual indie short film so I was about to press the off button but I guess I should give it a chance.The story took place in a bus at a bus stop.It was crowded and was not moving.As expected,the bus conductor asked the commuters to move to the rear.And,again,as expected,the guy went berserk shouting at them and scolding one of the sitting commuters who pretends to sleep.The film ends and I switched the TV off.But the film had me thinking(and the idea of me thinking doesn’t happened often).The ending shows the situation is back to normal and the bus conductor leaves the bus looking regretful.Does that mean his attempt failed?Does that mean Singaporeans had reached a point where even terror could not intimidate us.Whose fault is that?The government?Our parents?Violent movies?I’m not saying I am not one of them.I am one of them..Maybe if I was one of the passengers,I might be thinking the old man should be transferred to a mental institution . I just can’t help thinking this thing happen to us without us realizing it