One of my friends just posted an article about how George Yeo will continue with the upgrading plans in Aljunied even if he doesn’t get voted in, calling him a ‘gentleman’. I don’t see how this makes him a gentleman.
Halting all upgrading works just because your people 看你不顺眼 is really petty and douchebaggy. So to not commit such a petulant childish snipe just makes him Not-A-Douchebag, not a gentleman. He’s just not doing something bad, which doesn’t imply that he is doing something good.
Which reminds me of the double standards conversation I had with another good friend yesterday. By double standards, i don’t mean actions are in conflict with what a person preaches. I just mean the different standards some people have from what I’d perceived to be the norm. To illustrate,
here is the long list of things that I absolutely hate about some of the people I live with, which does not follow that I hate them for they are nice to hang out with and things. Just that their myriad and heinous offences make me really glad I will not be staying with them EVER AGAIN. Not for a million dollars. Well, maybe for a million dollars. The village-dump standard of living they are amenable to is drastically different to what I am comfortable with as a typical anal-retentive singaporean.
I’ll start with the things that are more recent in memory and go down in history (because i remember everything which means it needs to be purged.)
1. They do not know how to pump their toilet when it gets stuck, instead choosing the lazy way out by using my toilet instead. This makes no sense to me at all, four people cannot share a single bathroom and be happy. What if everyone has a 9 o’ clock class? Also, they will have to pump it before we leave, lest incur maintenance fees and not get our security deposit back. Why not earlier than later? Further, their bathroom looks like an extensively shelled warzone and I’m worried that they will bring the same sort of grime to mine. Using my toilet just to avoid pumping their own reeks of the typical american’s “sugar packet” ideology, i.e. if a table is wobbly, just stick a sugar packet under it to “fix” the problem. Note that I am not being racist here, i’m quoting Red Forman on That 70’s show while he lamented the “sugar packet generation”, of which i have two healthy specimens sitting in my house. EDIT: toilet has since been pumped. (Y).
2. They throw their trash into my bathroom’s bin instead of their own. Disgusting personal things like sanitary pads that are not wrapped properly. And expect us to clear it for them. (Well, just her, really.)
3. They do not like washing dishes, probably because they have maids/mothers at home who do it for them. So a years worth of bowls and spoons and cups can accumulate in his room, depleting the kitchen of crockery AND cutlery, some of which belongs to me. And he cannot take a hint, such as “we are running out of spoons”, or “where are all the bowls?” to go search his conscience and his room to retrieve all the missing utensils.
4. I ‘lost’ my Met opera cup about a month ago and it never resurfaced, and I really like that cup because well, it’s a Met opera cup. I asked them TWICE if they had seen it (describing what it looked like in great detail) and both said they hadn’t seen it, and then I checked his room because obviously I didn’t believe him and it was sitting right on his table. Unwashed for what has probably been decades. What kind of people just TAKE other people’s cups and don’t return them and further, DENY that it’s in their possession when it’s sitting right on the table in his room?
5. I put up hooks before winter break in anticipation of all the coats for the winter, also because they were carelessly flinging their coats every which way over the couch. The hooks were in the corridor, maybe five steps away from the door and at no cost to them to hang their coats up. They persisted in flinging their coats all over the couches (thus preventing people from sitting on the couches and watching tv) and all my hooks meant was that i was expected to hang their coats up for them.
6. They NEVER clean the stove after they cook and leave all sorts of artistic stains on the white stove top that looks really disgusting and grimy but somehow they are okay with living in that sort of grime.
7. Their timing is far too flexible for my liking. Yesterday we were instructed that they needed the car at 5.30pm sharp, leaving us about 45 minutes to do our shopping. We hurried and got the car back right on time but they left at 6.10 instead and only started getting ready at 5.30pm. And when we say we need the car at a particular time and they are out before that, you can guarantee that the car won’t be back on time.
8. They rarely take out the trash. I can probably count the number of times they have done it on one hand. Combined. The corridor is littered with their boxes and delivered items that they don’t want AND un-unpacked luggage from winter break. Yes, a whole four months ago. You would think somewhere in the four months someone would find a pocket of time to unpack the suitcase and haul it back into their rooms where it belongs, not out in the living room, but no, such things are what wishful thinking is made of. Their trash (delivery meal containers, cereal boxes, clementine crates, etc.) can sit outside my door for an entire month before liangze/justine/i get fed-up and clear everything. They can take rotting meat from the fridge and spoilt milk and toss it at the door, expecting one of us to throw it away at the dumpster for them because they have far too many important and significant things to do with their life like surfing fb and watching election videos and commenting on other people’s photos or playing computer, how can one ever find the time to clear their own trash? obviously their other housemates were born with the sole purpose of serving them and clearing their trash, because we don’t have work and exams of our own. And when i suggested a trash roster nobody else was up to it because then they’d actually be scheduled to clear the trash regularly, the horror. Not like i’d have expected them to abide by a trash roster even if we had one.
9. They are fond of not washing the rice pot after using it, even after personal cooking. Note that Justine and I don’t use the rice pot for our personal cooking, and ALWAYS wash it after cooking for the house. We do not cook rice if the pot is unwashed, and the general idea they abide by is, if I haven’t washed it after a week, it no longer is my responsibility because no one else can prove that i cooked with it.
10. The living room is always littered with the books and school bags and other detritus that overflows from the detritus that already fills their rooms. they have colonized the living room because they ran out of space to keep all their crap neatly in their own rooms. which means that when i had a project team meet at my house yesterday, the three of us were relegated to my room (which is tons nicer anyway) because a single person was working at the dining table which seats 4 or more.
11. When i bake something and leave it out on the table for all to eat, it usually finishes quickly and if they take the last piece, they will just leave the dirty plate on the table without washing it. Same with anything else that can be used up. If a box of tissues is empty, they will leave it on the table without throwing it away. If a box of cereal/raisins is finished, they will just leave it on the kitchen counter as if it isn’t already congested enough. If a sauce bottle is finished, they will just leave it with the rest of the sauces. If a toilet roll is finished, they will just leave the empty one there.
I find it hard to believe that their school work is more challenging and more time consuming than mine (period) that they cannot be on the ball for so many things. And even if your homework takes a lot of time or brain energy, does that excuse you from anti-social behaviour and from being such offensive, irresponsible pricks?
I use ‘they’ because I’m talking about a unit of people, but not all crimes are committed by both of them, some are just one or the other. But i’m not concerned with being fair here, I’m concerned with describing the collective disincentives to living with them.
I don’t expect you to have read to here because it’s boring listening to other people whine about how sucky their lives are but if you have i’m sure you can tell that i’m FUMING and have been really disillusioned and frustrated for the past year.
The worst part is, they both think they’re wonderful people who are wonderful to live with because I’m guessing nobody has ever told them otherwise.