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I'm running out of titles for my entries.


Saturdays are always jam-packed with activities, but most of the time is spent pitting my retarded brains against boardgaming veterans like Gordon and his missus. As far as yesterday got, it looks like I'm back to my losing streaks. That's supposed to be the norm, isn't it? It's either that, or Gordon got so fed up after losing to me in Puerto Rico, he played against himself secretly. After dinner, Gordon drove us to the Marina Barrage, only to end up getting confused by the contradicting road signs and his sense of navigation. And God dammit there were hoards of people there! It turned out that that they were waiting for the fireworks from the NDP rehearsals, which we got to watch the moment it started. And the moment it stopped... the rain came.

Bleah.

So we ran for cover like headless cockroaches, and I ended up with bad stitches to my side. Consequence for not exercising regularly. And while we were trapped at under the Barrage, we had another round of Hearts (in which Darling got sabotaged pretty badly). And the smokers. if anyone points out to me that the Marina Barrage has a smoking point at any one point of it, I'll let the matter rest. But those guys were smoking in a cluster, in a place where no one could go anywhere except under the rain! I ranted out loud the moment we prepared to leave, and Jack was quite displeased with that.

"They overheard you! What if they were gangsters and decided to chase after you with parangs?"

Then let them kill me.

Seriously. Where's the Courtesy Movement gone to? Do smokers have the right to smoke at any damn corner they can find at any venue? Or smoke at their flat window and let the wind carry the smoke to the neighbouring units? Or smoke and walk down Orchard Road at the same time and slowly massacre the Singaporean population? Or at the bus stop, where there's plenty of young school students? Seriously, since the government is so fervent about drawing smoking areas at public places, then draw more boxes at bus stops, outside buildings, etc. AND make it illegal for them to walk and smoke at the same time. If you want to smoke, stop walking. Stop making everyone smoke with you. If you wanna die early, don't pull me along. I don't want to suffer the consequences of your ignorance.

PLUS. Jack's words were etched in my mind. "They overheard you! What if they were gangsters and decided to chase after you with parangs?" Seriously, if you're not going to relieve your addiction discreetly, then don't blame people for their furtive glances and disapproving looks. If I were a mother with my children and you were smoking around them, I would have confronted you, regardless of whether you're going to decapitate me or not. Smoke all you want, get some disease, die, do whatever you wish. Just don't drag me to hell with you.