Vomit

- RANT ALERT -

As I left for work this evening, I noticed a folded newspaper lying just outside my flat's doormat. I nudge it with my foot and it stays stuck to the ground. How odd, the corridor floor outside is as dry as can be.

Puzzled, I leaned down to pick it up and lo! Some fuckwad had puked, left a small puddle of vomit, and taken the god-damned trouble to cover it up with the newpaper.

Shit, I was livid. Ab-so-lute-ly fucking livid. Who the hell has the temerity to puke in front of someone's doorway and leave that shit there? Even had the time to cover it up! Did they not have the decency to knock on my door? To apologise? I don't mind washing it away - a pailful of water or two will very quickly clean everything up. I don't even mind throwing away the soiled newspaper for you. But have the fucking guts to own up to it. It's called taking resposibility and showcases the worst of Singaporean behaviour.

I am a woman on a mission.
I will harangue the living shit out of your insipid, pathetic, useless, cowardly ass when I find who you are.

Lest one think I live in a ghetto-like environment, let me tell you this :
I live in a nice corner of Pasir Ris. It's a masionette block with about 10 households on my floor (mine is the token Eurasian family). My neighbours are house-proud families and we bring each other our ethnic food on the appropriate festival or holy days. Plus I am in a corner unit, so the privacy is wonderful. My block is tucked into a corner; and yet a 2 minute walk out brings me to a neighbourhood hub with 4 coffeeshops, a supermarket, a wet market, loads of sundry shops, GP clinics, the Police station, the Community Centre, the govt Polyclinic.


Don't let me get my hands on you neighbour, you won't like what I have to say to you.