Girl Kneeling Down Infront of Boyfriend at Woodlands MRT

So this shit is trending now:

Just based on ONE photograph of this, sparked an uproar. An uproar so ridiculous (by all the comments) that made me so motivated to blog about it.

This got "stomped" at Woodlands MRT station. Apparently, the photographer, Eileen, claimed that she saw this couple having a tiff. After so, the guy slapped his girlfriend and made her kneel in front of him. Not dramatic enough? Eileen even claimed that the guy then threw all the girl's belongings all over the floor. (REF: STOMP)

Then came the uproar of unhappy Singaporeans.

All I see are people complaining (hey, it's Singapore, what's new?) about how bad the guy is treating the girl. And that he should not have slapped her and made her kneel down. And that he should learn some respect. And that, no matter how wrong a woman can be, still cannot treat her like that.

STOP ALREADY.

Firstly, get real, people.

I know that a photo speaks a thousand words. But what come before or after that moment? No one bother to find out. How trust-worthy is this Eileen any way? Where is the evidence that the girl got slapped by him? I can be "Eileen", saying, "This guy kicked this girl!!!" Or "This guy punched this girl!" Or even "This guy molested this girl and the girl got so horny that she is begging him for more."

Seriously, people.

Next, where is the evidence that this guy made her kneel down? Typical onlookers judge like, lightning quick. His posture obviously portrays signs of unhappiness and with the girl kneeling beside him, even killed it straight on that it is the guy's fault. If the guy's posture shows differently such as holding the girl's hands. Or squatting down beside her, then no one will give a damn, it will be just like another couple going through a tiff.

All the above are the aesthetic of the entire picture. Now comes the interesting part. The assumed story behind it. The part where most Singaporeans are the most affected.

I understand it is not a nice thing to be treated like this or to treat others like this. It is in our human nature to protect the weak and vulnerable. Especially when women are involved.

However, in our modern society, not everyone deserved to be respected.

Does it now mean that:

All women are angels, saints, gentle mothers, good people, kind hearted?

All angry men are jerks, bastard, son of a bitch, wretched rascals?

Oh please..........................................

If you find out that the girl actually slapped her own mother, you still want to feel bad for her?

If you find out that the girl killed animals for the fun of it, you still want to feel bad for her?

If you find out that the girl stabbed her sworn enemy with a chopper, you still want to feel bad for her?

Not all female deserved to be respected. If that girl in the photo is a nice little teenager, I will feel bad, anyone will. But, we all do not even know her in the first place.

Same goes to men.

Some men who looked so decent and well-groomed, actually turned out to be the murderer of his own wife! How about that?

Same logic. It does not mean an angry person (not only men), equates to a bad person. Human beings have different levels of anger. We all have our own limit and own method to deal with our anger. I have to say that, the guy in the photo is angry but, as a man, he is just not the most gentlemen around - bummer. It is the girl's choice (and/or stupidity) to be with this guy. Period.

Not all men will reach up to your expectation to be a gentlemen. If all men were gentlemen, this world will not have any war!

We all do not know what is the true story behind that photo, that moment. We do not know what is the guy so angry about. We do not know whether the girl is at fault or not. Or rather, we do not know the intensity of her mistake.

Then why "make" her kneel?

Let us all presume that he indeed made her kneel. As a woman, when I hear that this guy made a woman kneel in front of him, my first reaction was: "OMG, hahaha! Stupid bitch."

Please. You want to be respected? Please respect yourself first. No one will make you kneel against your will. No matter how much the other party shouts and scream or threatens, if you do not want to kneel, you will not! Not considering if he/she physically forced you to do so.

But, no matter what that guy in the photo verbally "made" the girl kneel, if the girl does not want, she will not. Which made me think that this girl is not respecting herself, because she succumbed to him. I can even safely say she knelt in front of him with a willing heart (or maybe she is weak).

Then again, maybe he did not make her kneel. Perhaps she knelt down in front of him on her own accord? That she admitted whatever mistake she had done and asking for his forgiveness or something? Did you all even stop to think, perhaps, it is the girl that dramatized their argument?

Then lastly, where are all her messed up belongings all over the ground? I can also say that, the guy stood up, so filled with wrath and tore his clothes off. Or even, the guy took the girl's bag and threw it into the MRT track. Still unsatisfied, he jumped down to the track and got ran over by an incoming train, just like the others. Possible, right?

You see, there are truckloads of possibilities to this situation!

All I am wishing is to see smarter comments. Not one-liner judgmental criticisms.

We are human beings. There will be bad eggs and good eggs. Some are even half-rotten.

My eyes are tired from all the rolling. ;)

Happiness

I have not been truly happy for nearly half a year.

Wow, what a record.

Even when I am laughing with my loved ones, friends, classmates or colleagues, there will be this little annoying nudge in my mind telling me, "Hey, what are you laughing about? Here, you have this problem to think and worry."

It is inevitable.

Things got so bad until to the extend that I have insufficient value to have a proper dinner. UNTIL to the extend that I have to shut people up by saying, "Oh, I don't eat dinner because I am simply not hungry."

A loaf of bread cost relatively low and it is able to have my dinner settled for three days. How about that?

It pains me so much to reject invitations from close friends whom asked me out for a dinner or drinks. What pains me even more is, some of them do not understand how difficult for me to say, "I cannot afford to have dinner with you." It is not that I do not want to join in, it is that, my budget does not permit.

However, usually, I would say that my schedule is packed. That is the easiest way out. People may say whatever they want to say about me. I do not blame them, because they do not know what I am going through.

Even spending $1.50 on a drink at a coffee shop, my heart will already feel the ache. To me, it is not a necessity to buy a drink when I am not thirsty. Additionally, I only drink water, which I must ensure that I refill it in my office pantry before dismissing from work.

I do not expect your pity. I am not even seeking for any special attention or treatment.

I am just asking for a little more understanding and respect.

With that, love and support will follow, which to me, that is happiness.

And They All Said...

It is only when I am in the dips, then I know who is genuine and who is not.

Something so sensitive - money, can make or break bonds.

I tried borrowing money.

Believe me, it was not easy to even open my mouth to construct my words together.

Some, I can sense reluctance. Some, or rather, only one just offered to lend it to me - no question asked. Surprisingly, I know her for only a couple of months.

Thank God, I did not borrow the money at all. Perhaps God wants me to stay strong and fight through this ordeal by myself and only with the help of my loved ones. We have to be each other's pillar of strength, I guess.

This phase of my life, is no doubt, challenging. What made it worse is - money.

Perhaps it is my mistake for not saving enough previously.

Perhaps it is my mistake for not being able to manage a household.

I feel bad for whatever is happening around me.

I feel bad for not having sufficient money to help my family.

I feel bad for having to push blame to other people for all the burden which was not mine to shoulder at all.

I feel bad for not being successful in any way.

You see, everything just boils right down to money.

You see, I am just 23.

It was a mess. It was a whirling mess.

Sounds of clattering of utensils can be heard as diners were enjoying every moment of the sumptuous lunch buffet. White tables and chairs were sunk into the sand for stability.

The breeze was gentle and welcoming. The sun was friendly during the alfresco lunch my friends and I were enjoying.

"Let me go!"

All of us had our head turned to the other table.

"Ahhhh!"

The agitated lady shrieked and ran all the way down to the waters. The sand scattered across that table and people were frantically chasing her. She jumped into the friendly wave and kept going further into the sea.

"Sandy!" One of her male friend shouted as he sprinted across the shore and into the waters.

Sandy's few of her other friends followed suit. With all their might, they finally pulled the stubborn and bawling Sandy out of the waters.

"Why!" Sandy screamed and teared in agony.

All her friends could do is just to calm her down. The breathless Sandy slowly lifted her head to look up to her worried friends. As she slowly turned her head, she looked towards my direction. Her red and swollen eyes pierced through my soul. It seemed as though we connected by that instant.

Her damp hair was all over her face. Her male friend gently wiped her hair away and held her close. Our eyes still fixed onto each other and Sandy broke the eye contact as she was being carried away into the indoors.

"Geez, wonder what is wrong with her eyh!" Commented one of my friend at my table.

"Just someone who do not know how to treasure her life!" Another responded.

All of us did not take the incident into our hearts and continued with our widespread feast.

After the lunch, we rested in the resort, had a massage and did a little shopping. By then, it was late afternoon. I excused myself from my group as I had been yearning to spend some time with myself.

I promised to meet them at the beach-side dining area where we had our lunch. Trotting down to the beach, I was greeted with the sound of the wave and chirping of birds. The strong and cooling wind was embracing through my hair. The smell of the wind revitalized my soul. The warmth of the sun softly absorbed into my skin. Glimmers from the sun was reflected from the calm water.

"Ahhh. What a magnificent day to be at the beach!" Smiling to myself.

Wriggling my toes into the silky sand, my arms stretched out horizontally and I let out a huge sigh of relieve. I found myself smiling and feeling rather delighted to have myself this wonderful vacation off from reality.

Strolling along the shore, my feet stepped into the waters.

"Eww, seaweed!" I thought in disgust.

Lifting my chin up to peer further out to the sea, there were two boats being anchored to the harbor. The weather was perfect, as though the sun was in an extremely good mood or was dozing off.

"Time!"

I checked my watch and it was about time to meet my friends. Skipping through the velvet sand, I made my way to the alfresco dining area.

Upon reaching, my friends were sharing their table with another stranger.

"Great."

Personally, I would prefer to have our own space to fully appreciate the time to bond together. Walking towards my friends, I was looking intensely at the stranger's back view.

"It's about time, Eliza. Come on, get yourself a drink!"

Faintly smiling to my friend, I sat beside the stranger and asked for the waiter to have my drinks ordered.

Sandy.

She is the stranger beside me. Now she seemed rested. However, she look extremely troubled. Sandy had a pint of beer in front of her which was not even close to finishing. I looked over to her and gave a polite smile. The waiter noted my drink down and I proceeded to chat with my friends.

"Don't you have anything to ask me?"

I was interrupted by that question. I turned my head towards Sandy and she was looking intensely at me, expecting an answer.

"I... I'm sorry?" It was all that I could respond.

"Don't you have anything to find out about me? Or about life?"

"What do you mean? Why would I have anything to ask you?"

Sandy looked away with a sneer to her face. She looked down on her beer and stared blankly at it. I could not be bothered with her and I turned away.

"Don't you have anything to worry about? Like bills to pay? Huh?!"

My eyebrows frowned. Looking at Sandy with great confusion, "Of course I have bills to pay. Of course I have financial difficulties to resolve. But why would I want to think about all these when I am on a vacation?"

Sandy seemed dumbfounded. As she opened her mouth to rebut whatever I said, screams from all around jolted us from our seat.

"WAVE!"

"Tsunami!"

My eyes looked towards the sea in disbelief. The wave was huge however, it is definitely not a tsunami. It was about two meters high and it was raging towards our direction. Sprouting up from our seats, we panicked and frantically stumbled through the silky sand, away from the shore.

I felt heavier. My dress felt heavier. The next thing I realized, I was submerged fully into the water.

The silence in the water was deafening.

Struggling to look around, it was nothing but all blue. The beauty of the ocean engulfed me entirely. The calmness within the depth which I am sinking into brought peace into my heart.

Oxygen.

My lungs need oxygen, or rather, air!

Getting myself together, I swam upwards. The shimmers that the water soaked up from the sun was like a glimmer of hope for my survival. I must get up there.

My lungs are burning, my chest was about the explode. Every desperate opportunity I got as I gasped for air when my head emerged from the choppy waters, the next wave overwhelmed me.

As much as I love the water, I still require air to survive. The furious wave did not stand to give anyone a chance.

Every veins in my lungs are shouting out for survival. I gasped and opened my eyes. I clasped my hands and felt a soft cotton cloth. My heart was bashing against my rip cage.

"Thank God"

Taking my time to fathom the reality, I got up and rested my back against the wall beside my bed. How amazing can dreams be to mash reality and imagination together. Before I got to bed the previous night, I was worrying about the additional bills I have on my shoulders, however I kept reminding myself not to be too swarmed by all these happenings.

Sandy was me. I was arguing with myself in that dream. Sandy was me worrying non-stop. Me being in that dream was just being the typical me, to hide my problems and enjoying other things as much as I can. Me in that dream just want to relax and have a time off from reality, however, Sandy have to be there to bug me. HAHA! I am such a pro-dream analyzer uh!

Why not try to take one step at a time rather than worrying so many things in the future.

Worrying does not help in resolving any problems. Positivism and a clear mind to work things out, does.