Sunday, November 27, 2005

A hitchhiker's guide to taking public transport

I think among the rest of the world, this nation has to have the most unique habits when it comes to public transportation.

Lets start with the humble bus service shall we?

Whenever a bus is coming to a halt in front of a bus stop, the mad rush begins to roughly find a spot where you hope the bus's main door will be when it stops so you can get on the bus first. Its like an olympic event to see who gets the gold medal for bus boarding.

For those unable to get starting place, its time to get on board ASAP by any means neccessary. Hence, the sneaky limbs start slipping in here and there... by that i mean, trying to get a foothold or grip on the doorway of the bus so as to cut into the line and yank yourself up before the person in front or the side of you. If you can't do that then do as the old people do... just lumber in and shove like the mannerless swine they are. I don't care what you have done in your youth "for the country" but i sure as hell don't see you deserving of such respect when you have the courtesy of an african warthog.

Old people think that they have the right to do whatever they want. They cut the queue to board the bus, and if they can't cut the line, they just shove their way thru. And if you block their shove? They give you the evil eye and curse your offspring for the next ten generations.

Then there is the "Crush". I realise that all singaporeans have an innate fear of the back of the bus. So they would rather crush themselves in the first half of the bus than go to the rear to stand. I always thought there was some boogeyman at the back of the bus that lurked under the back seat till i found out that i was sitting on top of the engine. Now however, i realise that these twats are crushing themselves and preventing other people from boarding the bus because everyone has a phobia that they will be unable to get off the bus.

If you stand at the back you will not be able to make it out in time before the bus driver thinks he has let enough people off the bus and then closes the door trapping the rest in and driving off. Whoever started that rumor must be a car owner and spasming in his car with laughter whenever he sees the rush hour bus situation. And people seem to be stupid enough to believe it. Everyone refuses to go to the rear coz they fear they may not get off in the allocated time given by the driver. This is the result of an average 16 years of education... No wonder we need foreign talent.

Getting off the bus is another experience. Its another race to see who gets off first. And we've been saying our kiasuism is overstated.... And more often than not during rush hours, there are the always present "door guards" that guard the exit. Even if their stop is an hour away, they will hang on to the spot at the exit with their lives for fear they will not be first to get off or not be able to at all. And so preoccupied with thinking of the various tactics of bus alighting that they often dont notice other people trying to squeeze by them to alight whenever the bus stops.

Again old people are the best at this... the government has given so many hand grips on the bus for the sae of old folk to make sure they dont fall but whats the point? These people have feet of suction cups.... the bus can be making a sharp turn and they will be shuffling for the door poking and pushing and exclaiming various forms of "excuse me" mostly in demanding or rude tones. They dont realsie that other people do not have such powerful suction cup feet and hence need to hold on to something and hence risk falling during such a time if they were to let you go past. And as always if you dont do what they want they curse you and your genetic material for donkey generations.

If you thought the bus was bad, the MRT we are so proud of is even worse.

Don't you just notice that when theres 3 vacant seats in a row, singaporeans always take the seat in the middle. Apparenly we are phobic of human physical contact as well... That explains the low birth rate.

And then, theres the coveted corner seat everyone wants coz you only have to make skin contact with one person. However for some reason the designer of the train interior saw it fit to place transparent panels at the corner so when sit there u get a up close and personal view of someone's flattened arse in your face when the lean against it.

Singaporeans also have serious back problems that require them to lean against the poles on the trains meant for you to HOLD WITH YOUR HAND. Somehow or another they think of it as a lean to. So conveniently making several people slide and slip across the floor when the train accelerates/stops when they have nothing to hold. And no one cares. I have had to jam my hand between the pole and someones lower back only to recieve a rude stare as if i just invaded some personal space. Next one who looks like that at me will recieve some choice words from me.

Then there are the people who are illusioned that they are grossly obese and hence require 2 seats for themselves and not just one. Either thate or they think the rise between the two seats is to fit your butt crack.

Give that seat up to someone who really needs it and not to one of your butt cheeks. Like a pregnant woman or disabled person. Or that SMRT guy with the backpack and walkie talkie that wanders around the train.

What the fuck is he supposed to be? He just walks around back and forth and occasionally mumbles something in that walkie talkie of his. Is he security? Quite unlikely unless he has some serious equipment in that backpack of his that looks more like a mode of carrying his lunch and drink. What is he going to do if some nut tries to hijack the train or if he finds some ticking item on board? Mumble something in his walkie talkie and a squad of commandos comes crashing in thru the train windows? I saw a couple of americans sniggering at the bright green man walking around the train. Maybe they know his real purpose or have thought of something i havent.

An adventure each day it is just to go to campus and back.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Remember

I have finally had it with being Mr Nice.

All the shit i go thru and do... what has it come to?

Friends only show up when there is a need for aid. How many give a fuck how i feel? i can seriously say theres only TWO.

I work hard at trying to be a support and good friend to someone, and what happens? I become the invisible man after awhile and i don't know why. Not even concerned enough for the friendship to evenwant to work things out. And leave me to second guess things out. Yet on the other hand can tell me that i'm a good friend. And yet i'm being treated like common dirt and being told off for being considerate for her affairs. I do these stuff coz i care and despite how much i fucking hurt i go thru i still do it. What kinda friend is that? And have the cheek to tell me thats the way things are period.

You maybe tired and stressed but has it ever occured to you that i'm equally if not more so? And i still hold in everything and be nice to you coz you dont need to be burdened by me. FUCK THIS.

People block me from msn when i cant take anymore shit and get a rare emo attack. Wheres the helping hand you can extend to others? Everyone save me it seems.

The last straw has broken the camel's back. If a certain person reads this, i don't really give a shit anymore about your nonsense. I've tried to be accomadating as possible and what do you do to me? Think about that. Have i ever once wronged you for me to deserve what you do to me? If you think that i'm an asshole than so be it. You arent the first to think so and certainly not the first to think only about yourself at my cost. Not doing anything about the situation has already shown me how much you take this friendship and trust i've given you. The ball's in your court.

And to the rest of you faggots that want to unload your problems on me at my expense. Fuck off.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Confession time

I was serenading a picture last night with this song...

This time, This place
Misused, Mistakes
Too long, Too late
Who was I to make you wait
Just one chance
Just one breath
Just in case there's just one left
'Cause you know,
you know, you know


That I love you
I have loved you all along
And I miss you
Been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you'll be with me
and you'll never go
Stop breathing if
I don't see you anymore


On my knees, I'll ask
Last chance for one last dance
'Cause with you, I'd withstand
All of hell to hold your hand
I'd give it all
I'd give for us
Give anything but I won't give up
'Cause you know,
you know, you know


That I love you
I have loved you all along
And I miss you
Been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you'll be with me
and you'll never go
Stop breathing if
I don't see you anymore


So far away
(So far away)
Been far away for far too long
So far away
(So far away)
Been far away for far too long
But you know, you know, you know

I wanted
I wanted you to stay
'Cause I needed
I need to hear you say
I love you
I have loved you all along
And I forgive you
For being away for far too long
So keep breathing
'Cause I'm not leaving you any more
Believing
Hold on to me and never let me go
Keep breathing, 'cause i'm not leaving you any more
Believing
Hold on to me and never let me go

What the fuck man....

I need to end this.

Saturday, November 05, 2005

Will you walk me to the edge again

Trust... a very important thing to me.

And sadly enough, something crushed in a moment's madness.
Its so hard to earn and yet so easily lost... I value it among the people close to me and i may have lost it with someone i was close with.

Back to square one now.

I would do anything to turn back time and take back what i said as it really didnt matter at all... all i wanted was to make her feel better and yet i destroyed something i was lucky enough to obtain. Her trust.

Lost a confidant and maybe that one more person to that small group of people i would do anything for. Kick myself for it i do. But that really doesnt help. Only hope for once God is with me and help me mend the rift i made of my folly.

Was i too good? Or is it just my character that created the distance? Even a "How was your day?" is a question tt will hang and be unanswered. Sheesh.

Feel really bad about it and want to make things as they were.... For once can i have some reprieve?