Oblivious
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There was once I was accosted by a spastic kid on the MRT. Stands for Mass Rapid Transit. It's what Singaporeans like to call their subway.
Yes, a real spastic kid or a really talented aspiring comedian. He was all giggly and was drooling, and I had no idea why I was singled out to be the target of his rather troublesome attention.
Other than the fact that I was wearing a pointy wizard's hat. It was black, slightly crumpled and had shiny silver string knitted into it. It was also Halloween. It did not stop people staring at me like I was the spastic kid though. Damn ignorant Singaporeans.
So there I was, in the centre of the carriage fending off a rather persistent and amused spastic kid. Wearing a pointy wizard's hat. The people on the MRT did not bother helping; they just looked on in mild amusement. They were probably wondering who was more insane, the spastic kid or the admittedly handsome young man wearing the wizard's hat in his street clothes in public.
I think at one point the spastic kid managed to deprive me of my hat and would not give it back. That pretty much meant war, but I was not about to beat up a spastic kid, so utilising my knowledge of child psychology, I counter stole his school pack.
Spastic kid was unsure now. I had his pack, and he knew I wanted my hat, which created a dichotomy in his motivation to deprive me of it. Seizing my chance, I grabbed my hat back and threw his pack into a corner.
He went running to retrieve it, but he was soon back and trying to grab my hat again. I succeeded in keeping him away, keeping my precious pointy hat to my back. Soon, his stop arrived, and smiling at me as if we both had a lot of fun together, he left. At least one of us enjoyed that.
My hat was rather crumpled by now. All the same. I had actually crumpled it myself when I bought it to make it look more, I dunno, wizardy?
Anyway, my ordeal was over. Tutting in disapproval, I dusted myself off before replacing my pointy, silver laced wizard's hat upon my head with a flourish... much to the amusement of certain onlookers. Man can't have an ego these days can he?
Yes, a real spastic kid or a really talented aspiring comedian. He was all giggly and was drooling, and I had no idea why I was singled out to be the target of his rather troublesome attention.
Other than the fact that I was wearing a pointy wizard's hat. It was black, slightly crumpled and had shiny silver string knitted into it. It was also Halloween. It did not stop people staring at me like I was the spastic kid though. Damn ignorant Singaporeans.

So there I was, in the centre of the carriage fending off a rather persistent and amused spastic kid. Wearing a pointy wizard's hat. The people on the MRT did not bother helping; they just looked on in mild amusement. They were probably wondering who was more insane, the spastic kid or the admittedly handsome young man wearing the wizard's hat in his street clothes in public.
I think at one point the spastic kid managed to deprive me of my hat and would not give it back. That pretty much meant war, but I was not about to beat up a spastic kid, so utilising my knowledge of child psychology, I counter stole his school pack.
Spastic kid was unsure now. I had his pack, and he knew I wanted my hat, which created a dichotomy in his motivation to deprive me of it. Seizing my chance, I grabbed my hat back and threw his pack into a corner.
He went running to retrieve it, but he was soon back and trying to grab my hat again. I succeeded in keeping him away, keeping my precious pointy hat to my back. Soon, his stop arrived, and smiling at me as if we both had a lot of fun together, he left. At least one of us enjoyed that.
My hat was rather crumpled by now. All the same. I had actually crumpled it myself when I bought it to make it look more, I dunno, wizardy?
Anyway, my ordeal was over. Tutting in disapproval, I dusted myself off before replacing my pointy, silver laced wizard's hat upon my head with a flourish... much to the amusement of certain onlookers. Man can't have an ego these days can he?