The truth is stranger than fiction…

To quote edgar allan poe in his poem ‘the thousand and second tale of scheherezade’ as I begin this entry with my lament that many *notall* people hardly listen anymore. And why do I say this? Today I spoke to a caller looking for my ex colleague and when I mentioned that she is no longer with us, she offered only silence. I encouraged her by asking what was it about and if I could put her to ‘someone who could help’. To my surprise she quickly said, ‘yes! Please put me to ms.someonewhocanhelp….’ *hehe* I couldn’t laugh because I was sooooOoo surprised. Or maybe it was my heavily accented english perhaps? But after many more incidents that I soon recalled afterwards; when it wasn’t too crazy in the office, did I the impact of the truth hit me.

Mr. Network-lefty passed me more articles to read about lefties of the world uniting and rampart political apathy surrounding the citizens od singapore continued to bug me on and off. The rise of china and india is frightening to say the least as globalisation slowly but furiously infiltrates. TIA or Total Information Awareness that was killed in 2003 is suddenly been given a rebirth as RAHS-rahs in singy, and I suspect will continue to fuel our intrinsic sense of paranoia from big bro. beware of terrorism!!! :PAnd we just HAD this talk about the importance of freedom of speech. While I still continue to read through fronltline’s headlines, the further exploration of RAHS-rahs uses and affects to all of us too will continue, while WE have to sit back and watch. Yes………watch…….as we try yet again at beating the rest of the world in being first to conduct this very egombitious *egoistic+ambitious* as reprted to be the largest data snoop doggy dog effort in the world.

Then a trip to a local disco in pretense to chaperone my niece turned out to be a trip to the police station. Apparently, the boys got into a scuffle and as broken glasses flew, resulting in a bloodied hero the whole gang was dragged outside to be interogated. Security of course had to call the police and the police haaaaaaad to drag the boys to the station even though the were many protests of innocence from witnesses. My niece, whose hero was drunk and dragged too at most confused to be an active part of the scuffle was soon beside me wailing for me to help if I could clear the misunderstanding. Well, I was the appointed chaperone so I went outside to speak to the officers. None of them paid any attention to me *tooshorttooskinny* because the whole lot of them were busy talking to each other *duh!* asking what happened and busily writing down things said in those tiny flip open notepads they had and ONE piggy, was happily shouting to the lot of boys *yestheyareboysat19&20* plastic-cuffed in the van asking for their ages. He kept asking for their ages and relationship to each other and wham! The boys were trapped. I calmed the girls down and told them it was just a case of misunderstanding and clearly the boys just had to tell the truth and they would be released. I mean we were the ones falsely accused and assulted in the first place! So there shouldn’t be any cause to worry. Older boy was drunk and a simple dance move turned out to be a huge bump and probably hit an open wound to cause the boy to explode in rage. “See!! I told you not to dance on the steps” I added without the sarcasm of course. The poor girls were sooOoo worried. So I asked the girls if they wanted to go to the station themselves to lodge a report against the older boy who started it all. It would help to clear their worry to become actively involved and they had a right to lodge an assult report. Maybe it could be used to help the innocents too.

They didn’t understand me at first, as to how they could help but after slowly telling them simply that their statements is to be used as a protection for (in case someone else says something and they too would be dragged to the station later) them and as added support to their boyfriends’ statements, we took a taxi down to the same station where the boys were. I took down the names and contact numbers of the security guys who scoffed at my meddling ways *theycalledmeCID* and who likes to be called a pig! *sniggers* and when we met at the station, only two girls were allowed in. I was too far away to be a credible witness I told myself (but how did this guy at the gate knew? He wasn’t there wot!) so the three of us had to wait for the other two to finish outside. The other two had blood splattered on their clothes anyway so ho-hum. Guess what….the girls emerged dejected half an hour later and told me that they were refused. They were told to go home and said *pastesstickeronthierforeheads* ‘not needed’. It was ridiculous! I asked them if they explained their intent clearly in the first place, which is to ‘report an assult by an unknown drunk boy in a club just moments before and that BOY is currently being interogated here right now!’. Who said anything about them needing US. We NEED THEM to take down our complaint! The two girls, probably drunk *orstupidorBOTH* looked at me limply and repeatedly said the police were the ones who convinced them that they had no business here right now and were shooed away home. *gaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!* but their consolation was that their numbers were taken and promised that they would be rung when the investigative officer feels that he needs to beef up his report with some meat. So okay lor….happy lar *blueek*

I could have hit my head there on the pavement but I didn’t of course. Nagged the girls a bit about the importance of knowing your rights and warned them not to stay ignorant for too long and sham and me took a cab home. What a perfect ending to a noisy night made possible by mind-deaf peeps. I could go on and on and OOOOoooooon but I have loads of reading to do.

“What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us. – Ralph Waldo Emerson”

Stay sane,
amyemeelea