the first step is always the hardest
Having seen the world from the perspective of Youth.SG, I have found things to be a lot more fun than expected. Of course there are the freebies and the press conferences with all that great food and the awesome camera equipment. But more importantly, the experiences involved.
I understand that writing demands passion and a ton of it to begin with, one this is for sure, I don’t have it. Maybe the flair for writing but never the undying passion, which begins my story as a writer for Youth.SG Just last week, I was tasked to cover a event in town and gosh was it amazing, what stunned me though was not what happened during the event but rather what happened after.
I boarded a cab for the office and as usual, these chatty taxi-drivers who are trying to get by being friendly and warm tried striking a conversation up with me.
He began with an explanation of the planned route for the office stating about the jam he just came through and his undenying passion to avoid it at all costs. That followed with a string about cars and what a waste of money it is, mentioning that nobody in Singapore really owns a car, and they only lease it for 10 years.
Magically, this proceeded with a migration case where he encourages youths (myself included) to migrate and leave Singapore for the greater good of a slower pace of life and bigger opportunities. This I was not irked by, considering the fact that I have been Googling ways of attaining a residency in the States, Canada or London.
As expected, lamentations about the government was called for, citing about the various price-hikes and expected chain of events which pushed him to a feel-good decision of never voting for the political ruling party for as long as he lived. I tried probing for substantial reasons to his qualms but in his defence he just added on more insignificant claims.
Just before the turn into the office complex, he rambled on about the evils of the world and how journalists are one of them. Intrigued (being a writer) I asked:
‘Why?’
“These people are Rubbish!”
‘Any bad encounters?’
“No la, they always come to my taxi ask me for interview, I say no.”
Apparently for my title, I am rubbish. Thanks Uncle.
Uncle did make a few good points about the price hikes around the country, the points about motor vehicles and the whole new-age policy of country leaving. Being my hobby of finding out more about society, I have grown accustomed to chatting up with Taxi-Drivers.
Maybe I should start my own meet-the-people session.
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