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the ugliness of singaporeans! i never TRULY understood the meaning of kiasuism til today. no, its not just mugging 26 books 26 weeks before the exams, or trying to have your fill at a buffet, or anything like it. in its extreme, its downright convoluted. they were snatching 6 bags at a go, fabricating lies about imaginary friends or neices, coming back 5 times per household member, operating a syndicate by hiring strangers to collect the bags for them such that they had like 50 each. do they think the volunteers are stupid or amnesiac or what.!
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we are not forgetful, we are just powerless. some cnb personnel told us to get rid of the stock,
'too much leftover, just give at free will, give without restrictions'.
i told him that people would start hoarding- utterly confounded waste of resources!
'then dont let them know that you're giving at free will lah. let them work for it.'
(easy to say?! give at free will, but not let them know we're giving them at free will? stupid logic.)
'work for it in the sense they send their children to lie and grab?'
'anything la.'
that just sickened me. you know? that no one realises that its not a problem with quantity. who actually has been turned against drugs by the campaign? i dare say none! donating it to some charity or to schools would have a greater impact. anything but this- this exposing of people's greed and Ugliness, this perpetuating of lies, to children! how can parents just USE their children this way? i sound idealistic, but i'm not anymore. my eyes have been opened. idealism never did anyone any good. those who write GP essays, get this.
never believe in awareness campaigns, ever!
then when people started their sick hoarding, some other personnel comes over and says 'can you please ensure one person only gets one bag each? this is taxpayers money, we are accountable.' ha. tosh.*
there's something distinctive about human ugliness. you know the feeling when you're in awe of something beautiful? like a view that simply stuns, that makes you stop breathing-? you cant describe that. words just dont come close to a recreation. ugliness is like that too. nothing said can reproduce that sick feeling that churns and sloshes grey inside. really felt like puking at them. ugliness too, is overwhelming.
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