Met an Iraqi academic in Singapore.
He spent a decade as a military officer during the Iran-Iraq war. Rockets, bullets used to fly over him like nothing, he said. Not even a scratch. Even the RPGs and the jets couldn’t get him when he used to drive a jeep across the desert.
Then he comes to Singapore. A few months later, he gets hit by a taxi that jumped the curb. He ends up in a hospital with a foot fracture.
I don’t know. If you don’t believe in fate, maybe it’s time to reconsider?
This happened to me a few years ago here in Singapore. I was introduced to a female executive who did not pay attention to my presence. But she had the audacity to ask me questions while shifting her eyes left and right. So I decided to bounce her around. She didn’t even know what hit her. The conversation went like this:
Singapore Female Executive: So what do you do?
Me: I am the public relations consultant for Hamas.
Singapore Female Executive: What exactly do you do?
Me: Well, each time they launch a suicide bomber, I will issue a press statement.
Singapore Female Executive: Oh, that’s interesting, where’s your office?
Me: Shenton Way (Singapore Business District).
Singapore Female Executive: Oh, okay.
Me: Ya.
Did I ever tell you of the time a taxi driver here in Singapore looked at me in a funny way?
Throughout the journey he kept looking at me in the rear view mirror. I told myself if this guy tries anything, I’ll show him my Chuck Norris moves.
When we arrived at the destination, he took out a pen and paper, turned around, and asked me for the name of the perfume I was wearing. That was it… that’s all he wanted.
