What a day. Actually I should be working today, but my off-day was switched with tomorrow. Which means I'm working tomorrow. Odd.
Morning work-out with Farid. He told me to meet at the usual place at 7.30am. I arrived 10 minutes late, which is still okay. He arrived around 8.15. What kind of responsibility is that? Unless you're my girlfriend, I don't want to wait for anyone late more than half-an-hour. Pisses me off.
I left before he arrived and head to my old neighbourhood. Woodlands Street 41. Lots of memories there.
I was doing sit-ups on the fitness station there. And a retarded indian man with a medical walker tried to molest me. What the. Can the day get any more fucked up?! Luckily I managed to slap his hand which is reaching for my crotch. I immediately stood up and moved away from him. I was shocked. He eyes were staring at my junk area and drooling.
I would beat him up. But he's like someone who came from metta home. With a medical walker. I quickly ran somewhere else to exercise. Shit.
A matter of responsibility
Responsibility. Even when it comes to small matters like punctuality. I admit myself as a latecomer-hater. Unless he/she is a big shot.
I was taught. If you know you're gonna be late, inform the person(you will meet) 10 minutes earlier.
Good example, meeting a friend at Orchard mrt at 12.00pm. But you are still waiting for train at Woodlands mrt and the time is 11.40am. You know it takes more than 20 minutes to reach Orchard from Woodlands.
Inform the person you will be late. Message him/her 10 minutes before 12. Better still immediately when you're still waiting for the train.
Bad example. 12.10pm, in the mrt; the train is still at Ang mo kio. You didn't inform the person at all. Instead, you wait for him/her to message you first. Now that's not gentleman.
Even worse, you replied and lied that the train is at Novena mrt.
I've been through this countless times. People lying that they're on the way, when actually they are at home in the toilet. Lying. You readers might have done this too.
So there you have it. A little sense of responsibility. If you can't arrive in time, inform earlier. Don't last minute. Don't wait for the call. And don't lie. Be a gentleman!
"Ladies don't go for matured guys. They go for gentlemen." - Iyan
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
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