its funny how these charitable organisations seem to have a peak period for dispatching volunteers (typically members of the disgruntled and unwilling student body) en masse to do thy bidding and scrounge people for their loose change. i mean, you don't see the red cross or the so-and-so home for the pissin' disabled for months at end, and suddenly one fine day satan goes 'fuck me but i do feel abit naughty today', and there you have it: throngs of people dressed in similar tee shirts, mobbing you for your pennies and shillings.
i've always thought it rather quirky, how the older generation (well, those who've lived through the british and japanese occupations thereabouts) refer to loose change as 'shillings'. reminds me of my late grandpa; gee but i do miss having him around. alot.
anyway. so yeah, you have plenty o' young men and women thrown all over the shop - you see em at the train stations, at bus interchanges, on the trains and buses all stinky with B.O; you seem em in the shopping centres slacking away... hell, sometimes you even see em down your block for some odd reason, hair plastered over their foreheads as they either tough it out journeying through the perpetual summer sun of equatorial singapore, or as they sprint through the vicious downpours that are oh-so-common here.
basically, they're everywhere... and that is the key to their effectiveness: their multiplicity.
on average, it probably takes 2-3 really persistent approaches to piss the average singaporean off. you know, whereby the stranger just shoves the tin in your face and chases you for a donation?
so in the end, it all boils down to donating for the ridiculous reason of immunity. donating simply to purchase a selective ignorance of the all other donation solicitors. you and i all know this to be true, don't we? many singaporeans donate simply because they wanna tell the next fucker who gets in their face "i'm sorry, i donated already."
thats fine and dandy; sweet of you, squire. what i find disgusting, however, is when people mouth off a line like this and have this really irritated look on their face; macam donate already get approached again is like some cardinal sin. or they'd have this self-assuring smirk on their faces, as though they be fucking angels for donating a pair of 5 cent coins... self righteous pricks with no moral values; bet they'd make pretty good politicians in future.
and occasionally i'd be passing by and i happen to see one of these fucktards, and i think to myself 'so? cannot donate again ah? knn.'
leta face it: the vast majority of singaporeans donate just because they want that teensy little sticker to paste on their shirt so that the evil men and women lugging the satanic tin cans of wallet lightening won't bother them anymore.
which defeats the purpose of collecting donations, dunnit?
donation
1: a voluntary gift (as of money or service or ideas) made to some worthwhile cause
2: act of giving in common with others for a common purpose especially to a charity
(applicable to singapore version only)
3: to give and expect something in return; to give so that future obligation is fulfilled.
if i ever draw donation duty for any reason whatsoever, i think i'll just go around yelling like one of those chestnut vendors. of course, it wouldn't be "kao lak kao lakkk!!!", for obvious reasons; maybe i'd go "immunity for loose change! buy an immunity sticker today! ten cents only!!" or something like that.
fuck man, singaporeans. sometimes i'm ashamed to be one myself.
nationalistic pride? up yours man. and bollocks to national day for that matter.
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actually i saw them around in town today but they don't give out stickers anymore..
surely not! surely the taxpayer inspections on the charities werent THAT drastic??
haha.
if what Jole above says is right, then WAH LAU CHARITIES THESE DAYS DAMN KIAM SIAL!!
and actually juse today i was thinking that i thought t'was cool a singaporean blogger got to win the best asian weblog award, but t'was rellay uncool that t'was XX because her stuff, amusing at times tho it may be, has absolutely no depth.
and if Shallow wins the weblog race over Depth and Maturity, then it's a pretty dismal 'blogosphere' out there yea.
and i wonder what the rest of the world is thinking the best blog asia has to offer. let's have some shame and blush arleady.
Heh, I've always thought that Flag Days were crap. I mean, there's only 1 charity that I don't mind volunteering at, and that's the Children's Society. And I'd rather actually do voluntary work like, organising camps for them, rather than raise funds by the means of toting metal cans/plastic slot bags around.
Gah, isn't it about time XX gets canned? There's too much of her around these days, I can't even read Maxim in peace *pouts*
Sigh..
Flag days, it's the easiest way to ring up CIP hours, which is probably why so many people 'volunteer'for it.
But for me and my friends, we usually just grab the can,
then head off to town to bum about. Only the losers get stuck with
actually getting people to donate.
Darth.. i did that too!
but you had to at least go all out in the first hour or so and get people to donate so that when you headed back to the donation centre you wouldn't hand in an empty can. if my teacher saw that we didn't have any/very little/too little money in our cans she'd know that we were skiving and wouldn't count in our community hours, which means.. RE-LIVING FLAG DAY ALL OVER AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
wah. macham Groundhog Day the movie sial.
and yes that warranted THAT many exclamation marks.
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