Auntie selling tissue paper at MRT
I saw this in someone's blog just now. Din know the tissue paper auntie has gathered some fame in her own way. I encountered a wheelchair bound auntie at clementi MRT too, not sure if she is the same auntie that this girl saw at Novena MRT. but they were singing exactly the same song. .......OR they could be from a tissue paper syndicate..........haha wtf.
(Start of her blog)
"oh well, i'll talk about life..its really weird la. as in today i was passing by this auntie at novena MRT, singing some funny song that goes something liddat:
"one dollar.auntie uncle xiao di xiao mei pang1 wo3 mai3 TISSUE (sound like THIRU).Tissue paper one dollar,one dollar ah one dollar."
heh sometimes i wonder, whether i am really lucky or wad. ok. lucky because i do not have to go out and sing weird songs like an ah soh to sell tissue paper to make money. I might say i have everything i need in life. but heck, its not the needs. people work to get money so that they have a house, food and clothes, but that was like 50 years ago. now everyone has houses, foood and clothes. ppl now go satisfy all their wants, like computers, handphones, cars, bla bla.(I'm sure this is a damn pampered girl from a damn rich family, she is thinking all young people nowadays are well provided for by their parents and they earn money just to buy the latest hp!)some devotions in school always remind us how lucky we are, and should think and thank god for what we have. yes, we are indeed lucky compared to that auntie, ppl in africa, iraq and afghanistan, which are currently shooting each other up, and entangling ang mohs in the fight. well the only reason i'd envy them is that they carry AK-74s everywhere.but thats not the point. then from other devotions, we are always told to strive for better results, work harder. in this rat race, whoever doesn't work hard would fall behind quickly. We looked at people shooting each other up, but why not look on the other end of the spectrum? rich people have this, have that, bla bla, and no one tells us to look at them and wonder how "not so lucky" we are.(this is because the people are already doing that. No need to teach. Nowadays, almost everyone are so hard to be satisfied. Money and materials are never enuff for them.) but heck, this is a world of capitalism i suppose. who has the cash wins. no one ever gets to enjoy life as it is.(The rich man won't get to enjoy life like the ordinary people too!) And so i would have to do my pile of homework.mmm. another thing. the AUNTIE that was selling tissue was on a wheelchair. i'd rather die than lose the ability to walk or do any other thing. disabled people are, in my opinion, the few of the most resillient people around(She is damn right here. I would say disabled people realised they have to choice but to get on with life. that's how they become so strong mentally. )..i don't know whether i can take it emotionally if i lost a leg or something. scenario: d-day beach landings in normandy. If the only path safe from machine gun fire from bunkers of hitler's vaunted "Atlantic Wall", was through a minefield, i'd rather run through an enfilade of machine gun fire then lose my leg to a landmine. bleh(I hate people who like to force themselves choosing between loosing legs or getting shot, saving yr mum or dad from drowning, killing yr sister or brother if a kidnapper asked you to. nothing better to do izzit?)
(End of her blog)
(Start of her blog)
"oh well, i'll talk about life..its really weird la. as in today i was passing by this auntie at novena MRT, singing some funny song that goes something liddat:
"one dollar.auntie uncle xiao di xiao mei pang1 wo3 mai3 TISSUE (sound like THIRU).Tissue paper one dollar,one dollar ah one dollar."
heh sometimes i wonder, whether i am really lucky or wad. ok. lucky because i do not have to go out and sing weird songs like an ah soh to sell tissue paper to make money. I might say i have everything i need in life. but heck, its not the needs. people work to get money so that they have a house, food and clothes, but that was like 50 years ago. now everyone has houses, foood and clothes. ppl now go satisfy all their wants, like computers, handphones, cars, bla bla.(I'm sure this is a damn pampered girl from a damn rich family, she is thinking all young people nowadays are well provided for by their parents and they earn money just to buy the latest hp!)some devotions in school always remind us how lucky we are, and should think and thank god for what we have. yes, we are indeed lucky compared to that auntie, ppl in africa, iraq and afghanistan, which are currently shooting each other up, and entangling ang mohs in the fight. well the only reason i'd envy them is that they carry AK-74s everywhere.but thats not the point. then from other devotions, we are always told to strive for better results, work harder. in this rat race, whoever doesn't work hard would fall behind quickly. We looked at people shooting each other up, but why not look on the other end of the spectrum? rich people have this, have that, bla bla, and no one tells us to look at them and wonder how "not so lucky" we are.(this is because the people are already doing that. No need to teach. Nowadays, almost everyone are so hard to be satisfied. Money and materials are never enuff for them.) but heck, this is a world of capitalism i suppose. who has the cash wins. no one ever gets to enjoy life as it is.(The rich man won't get to enjoy life like the ordinary people too!) And so i would have to do my pile of homework.mmm. another thing. the AUNTIE that was selling tissue was on a wheelchair. i'd rather die than lose the ability to walk or do any other thing. disabled people are, in my opinion, the few of the most resillient people around(She is damn right here. I would say disabled people realised they have to choice but to get on with life. that's how they become so strong mentally. )..i don't know whether i can take it emotionally if i lost a leg or something. scenario: d-day beach landings in normandy. If the only path safe from machine gun fire from bunkers of hitler's vaunted "Atlantic Wall", was through a minefield, i'd rather run through an enfilade of machine gun fire then lose my leg to a landmine. bleh(I hate people who like to force themselves choosing between loosing legs or getting shot, saving yr mum or dad from drowning, killing yr sister or brother if a kidnapper asked you to. nothing better to do izzit?)
(End of her blog)
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