Green Over Yellow II: Can't I Suck Some Balls In Peace?!

Message, swiped from williamnyk on Flickr.

The place was packed full of people. Business was so brisk that the drinks were sold out, they only served a standard order and even the chili sauce ran dry. Moved towards the back and found one available seat for mum. Two more seats were available, but there were bags on them, so I naturally thought they were being saved for someone. Seeing that nobody came for the seats, mum opened her mouth:

Mum: Is someone sitting here?

Bitch: Huh?! You want the seat ah?!

Mum: Yes.

The bitch actually saw me standing there and did not bother to offer me a seat. Her bag and hat was more important. She grudgingly put the items on her lap. She then hailed the waiter:

Bitch: Wei, where are my noodles?! Two bowls here le!

Mum: I also ordered one bowl.

Bitch: That woman's order is none of my business ah! Two bowls here!



Amazingly selfish and rude. We just ignored her and finished the meal. Mum liked it a lot. Wonder if it was because she was super hungry! LOL. Paid up and prepared to leave. At the door, we suddenly heard several consecutive shots. People were running into the shop and we could see that smoke was wafting over. My eyes immediately started to sting! Shit! It was tear gas! The police had put things into high gear. People around started to choke. Mum and I quickly moved away from the door and scrambled to wet our towels. Some good samaritans distributed packets of salt and a giant packet even came from the kitchen. More and more people came in and with each opening of the door, more irritants entered the enclosed space. Wasn't a pretty sight-- my eyes were tearing, the skin near my eyes felt like it had been smeared with chili oil and my nose was runny. Eating the table salt did help soothe the throat. A girl even helped us by spraying a salt water mist on our faces to help neutralize the acidic substance.



Realizing that staying indoors wasn't an option, mum and I prepared to make a dash for it. She went to the toilet to change out of her yellow T while I waited near the kitchen. The old man who cooked the noodles in the open air kitchen area took out a rubber hose to let people who were fleeing the gas to wet their towels and wash their faces there. He seemed unfazed by the gas! Even the cute young guy in the tight fitting black T who took our order was hacking. ;D.

Bersih 3.0: Thank you uncle!

Soong Kee Uncle: No need to thank me. It is my duty to help.



Drenching our face towels, we bravely stepped out of the shop, mindful of any signs of the police. Sporadic groups of people were seen running helter-skelter in different directions. Knowing that Masjid Jamek would be chaotic, we skirted that area and headed towards Menara Maybank. Things were quite peaceful there, but there was a sea of yellow near Pudu Raya. We tried to go up to Plaza Rakyat LRT station but was hit with a dead end. Had to double back and rethink. Avoided the crowd by going to the 7-11 near Menara Maybank hill. Thought of going towards Jalan Raja Chulan to catch the monorail. Met many protestors coming from that direction so I asked a few of them. Apparently things at Raja Chulan wasn't pretty too. Crap. We reversed and rested near the Indian temple. I knew that walking toward Central Market would also be a mistake, so we just stood our ground for the time being. Bumped into my ex-coursemate there and we talked a while. He too was looking for a way home. Sensed a high gay quotient from one guy in his group. Hehe.

Feeling restless, we started moving again, this time towards the old Telekom Museum. Remembering St. John's Cathedral, we quickly moved towards there for refuge. The doors were wide open. It was so welcoming. In the church compound, we saw the two sisters who we followed earlier. Immediately, we entered the church, knelt at the pew and prayed. Thanked God for keeping us safe and prayed that He would show us the way home. In the church compound, my data plan was finally working. Earlier on, it was quite impossible to connect. Very disappointed with DiGi. And it's the yellow telco provider le! Don't think it was due to the telco jammer as I saw others having no problems. :S. At about 5:00pm, we chatted with a photographer who was at the front line. His pics were superb. Also told us about how rude the police were and how they tried to grab his camera. Definitely police 'SOP' to try and destroy evidence.



Mum didn't want to wait for sunset mass, so we tried our luck at Plaza Rakyat again. This time round, the station was opened! Jam-packed full of people. The chaotic queues at the vending machines cause a massize jam in and out of the access gates. Luckily mum and I had Touch n' Go cards. Up at the station, the people were still in good spirits. As the Seri Petaling train pulled into the station, waves of "Bersih" was shouted and the idiotic train driver refused to open the doors. WTF. So had to wait for the next round. Once bitten twice shy, so shouting did not happen until after the doors were opened. LOL. Plenty of yellow sardines in the train. Nice to receive a call from Gratitude checking on mum and I. Quite a scene with people of all races swapping Bersih 3.0 stories and showing each other their photos and videos. Everyone just needs a mutual goal to unite and forget differences. But when things quiet down, no doubt all sorts of nonsense will start crawling in and create cracks again. Oh well. The dust hasn't quite settled. Dunno whether there will be a Bersih 4.0. Whatever the case, the real battle is the PRU13!