I pon-ed chinese tuition today. Standing before the stairs leading to the centre, i turned away and walked in the opposite direction, towards the bookshop. I went one full circle around the shelves in the shop, then picked out a pencil, an eraser, and a sketchpad.

After paying for it, and i stepped back out into the dark (it was 7.30pm) and squinted. There were benches EVERYWHERE, but most seemed to be occupied. Those things are helluva uncomfortable anyway. After much contemplation and stepping around, i settled for the stoop at the side of the open area.

I sat down, and started drawing immediately. I was in the midst of sculpting my "hot guy", when someone yelled "that girl there writing!"

startled, i looked up and squinted again. there was this middle-aged malay man who was half-naked, swaggering towards me. i can't believe this, but i looked at him calmly. standing in front of me, he said something along the lines of something like "you sit here mysfdsjk writing."

I blinked. And stared, and blinked, and blinked. Huh?
Then he launched into this 2 minute talk about blinking.

"..i talk to you no dfkdsfkljd blink your eyes. efsdfdasj blink, blink blink. dflkfsjf no blink ndklfdgjkf.."

.....HUH? i didn't mean to, but i just didnt understand what he was saying so i blinked LA.

"huh?" i finally asked.

then, like someone patiently explaining something to a kid, he repeated his words.
"ahedsfdkjkld blink no you dfjksdkj blink. you ekfjljsdr sitting here write write jsladkjsd my wdsfkjdskl."

i was thinking "oh shit this is gonna be hard."

finally, after listening to him for another 5 minutes, i roughly got his meaning. his words were repeated.

"fsrfkl sitting here write write (gesturing to everything else) about this this this dfkljs no why write about MY STORY. (points to self) ME flkjasdklfdas;fds.."

so i think he had a story to tell.

"fklfgadklsraskdlfjrffslkjgkdgj dklfjsaklghe kkdlsfjrksalgn dselktghf akddkfjfskbg r
HUMAN RIGHTS dsflksjks the people dafjsdkfleja P talk talk talk sfgjdkj no want edjfsj PAP, worker's party kdf talk talk no i dlkfsj HUMAN RIGHTS. i fsdklf human rights jkdfjsar but human rights skjfhds (gesticulating wildly)i adddfa human rights!"

ohhhkay.... i think that was his introduction.

he went on to mention things like, him as a singapore dfksdk, then a lot of "human rights", then he pointed to a random family of people walking past and shouted about them being indian and he singaporean, and then "human rights" again, and then "MY STORY." he mentioned again "push me there" and things like "you people get money dfsjdkf just (pointing to random people again) dsfjks", and things like "you educated you can write.. i cannot"

and he also tried to give an explanation for him being topless, i think. but i couldnt understand it.

"dffklsd i take off my shirt! but i no take off my pants dsfjdaskjsgf there womens around here (pointing again) sdfkjdk dlkfs dsf HUMAN RIGHTS."

=__________=

"i see you girl djfskl sitting here ajsdkl write fksgfk thing thing why not dsflkjs MY STORY. (kept pointing at me) dflkjkfg MY STORY. ahhh. there write sdkjfdsk me. my story. (pointing to people, himself, and me randomly)"

so i sat there listening to him patiently, nodding my head and giving him eye contact. i think people like him simply needs people to listen to. if he had anything substantial to say, someone who can really write might even be good for him.

"dfsd LEE HSIEN LOONG." he said, loudly. "dfkld I WANT HIM TO LEARN, FROM ME. fksdjklsd dfklsd."

i was slightly stunned here, but nodded to him anyway.
he went away and i breathed a sigh of relief. he returned briefly to shout a few lines, then went away stumbling slightly. i think he may have been drunk. =.=

as he harrassed other passers-by, i made my escape, and ran off to macdonalds instead.

"that, was my retribution." i thought, queueing for my mcflurry. the funny thing was that, i was thinking all the while, i wasnt even writing =.= and he wanted me to write HIS story??

loving to draw involves sacrifices, indeed. today was so amusing.