HYPROCRITES

HYPOCRITES, nobody certainly likes them and obviously we don't want to be one of them. However, sometimes due to unforseen cirumstances, we have morphed into them, removing our true identity in order to act to different situations. In that case, it can be forgiven but in some cases, it can't.

I was walking home from Junction 8 just yesterday evening from my PW meeting. My stomach was groaning from the intense hunger. Not even the $2.90 "mee siam" can fill my stomach, so I was heading towards the nearby coffeeshop. Just as I was walking there, something caught my eye. Something disturbing, something terrible, SOMETHING HYPOCRITICAL...

Those who are regulars to Junction 8 will know there the path towards the MRT is filled with tissue sellers and a few buskers. This few years, for some resasons, this auspicious path has been a thriving ground for buskers and tissue sellers.

And so what caught my attention, it was a elderly busker. She looks fine to me, doesn't look handicapped at all. She wore simple clothes and simple slippers and her hair looks rather untidy. However, in the midst of a typical busker, she was holding something a typical busker will be holding. A handphone. And it wasn't a ordinary handphone, from the appearance, it was a rather new handphone. It is certainly a much more newer model than mine. Strangely, she managed to afford that and was talking happily on her handphone which was disturbing. Of course, I didn't contribute any money and so does all the passer-bys. She wasn't even performing anything...

The main point is that if you really want money, do it properly. Don't show off your wealth, it defeats the purpose. I just hope that I won't see such a thing again which I doubt so...

Signing off...