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Had to go out to buy some food for my pet fish... Made the mistake of goin at the time where the girl's school across the street had just released their students from class.
Sheesh...
This is the time a guy can seriously feel uncomfortable. With all the giggly girls crowding the bus and you're shoved in a corner and so wary of where u place you're hands or even move coz you never know which crazy fucked up girl will go fuck nuts on u if accidentally brush past her hand with yours or just tap her shoulder to allow her to make way for u to get off the bus.
Plus... pardon for this... girls at this age from an all girl's school are freakin' weird. Its like they've never seen a guy before at times... Nothing can make u more self concious when they get giggly over who's gonna take the seat next to u... what a wonderful way of making someone feel like a sideshow freak.
Anyways, thankfully it was a short ride. After getting off... i met the slowest jogger in the world.
I bumped into this middle aged lady on my way to the pet store... and she was like huffing and puffing like the wolf in the "Three little pigs" and was kinda fast really... but after a good twenty minutes AFTER i had gone around looking around each and every pet store and finally bought a bag of unlucky mollies... I bumped into her AGAIN at the bus stop which was like 200 metres plus minus away from where i saw her. And she was goin at the same speed which i saw her previously. Its either i move seriously fast when i've taken my coffee or theres some friggin' time warp at the junction of Henderson road and Bukit Merah...
Then there was this simian looking man at the bus stop... looked like a malnourished gibbon with a bad hair cut and gold chain around his neck. Walked as if someone had starched his underwear till it was rock hard and at the same time superglued his armpits together. And he kept staring at me.
This is one thing abt Singaporeans i have never liked... they like to fucking stare. Like one glance isn't enough, they must burn and tattoo the image in their retinas in order to continue living if not their entire memory would go and they would forget how to breathe and collapse gasping like a dying fish. This is coming from people who tell their kids not to stare as its not polite and where the most common cause for a fight is staring at someone.
Hello~! You asked for it... so why blame it on this and that? Crap... and i share your damn nationality. I would've thought people in this time would have more brains...
Sheesh...
This is the time a guy can seriously feel uncomfortable. With all the giggly girls crowding the bus and you're shoved in a corner and so wary of where u place you're hands or even move coz you never know which crazy fucked up girl will go fuck nuts on u if accidentally brush past her hand with yours or just tap her shoulder to allow her to make way for u to get off the bus.
Plus... pardon for this... girls at this age from an all girl's school are freakin' weird. Its like they've never seen a guy before at times... Nothing can make u more self concious when they get giggly over who's gonna take the seat next to u... what a wonderful way of making someone feel like a sideshow freak.
Anyways, thankfully it was a short ride. After getting off... i met the slowest jogger in the world.
I bumped into this middle aged lady on my way to the pet store... and she was like huffing and puffing like the wolf in the "Three little pigs" and was kinda fast really... but after a good twenty minutes AFTER i had gone around looking around each and every pet store and finally bought a bag of unlucky mollies... I bumped into her AGAIN at the bus stop which was like 200 metres plus minus away from where i saw her. And she was goin at the same speed which i saw her previously. Its either i move seriously fast when i've taken my coffee or theres some friggin' time warp at the junction of Henderson road and Bukit Merah...
Then there was this simian looking man at the bus stop... looked like a malnourished gibbon with a bad hair cut and gold chain around his neck. Walked as if someone had starched his underwear till it was rock hard and at the same time superglued his armpits together. And he kept staring at me.
This is one thing abt Singaporeans i have never liked... they like to fucking stare. Like one glance isn't enough, they must burn and tattoo the image in their retinas in order to continue living if not their entire memory would go and they would forget how to breathe and collapse gasping like a dying fish. This is coming from people who tell their kids not to stare as its not polite and where the most common cause for a fight is staring at someone.
Hello~! You asked for it... so why blame it on this and that? Crap... and i share your damn nationality. I would've thought people in this time would have more brains...
posted by The Science Of IoS at 10:39:00 PM
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