Wednesday, June 28, 2006

On The Bus... #19 or Bitches Galore

On a bus in the late afternoon home. Bus pulls in, and the bus is half-full already.

Bitch #1
Bitch No. 1 was in her late 40s or early 50s. Definitely suffering from menopause. I was standing at the edge of the kerb of the bus stop.

She was seated some distance down at the bus stop (see picture below, 1.), and she got up immediately and shuffled to my left, wanting to be ahead of me in the queue should the bus pull in at the exact location.

But no, the bus stopped earlier than it should, and me and a bunch of other passengers began walking down the bus stop to the entrance of the bus. The bitch ended up being the last in line in the queue.

Bitch overtakes me on the right (see picture below, 2.), and squeezes in ahead of me.



Not wanting to take this lying down, I intercepted her path, and ended up touching her oh-so-fair-and-dainty arm with my sweating arms.

Bitch frowns and uses her other hand to wipe my sweat off her oh-so-fair-and-dainty arm.

Well, screw her. Typical Singaporean bitch who wants the best of everything (a seat on the bus), yet doesn't want to suffer (squeezing with other passengers).

Bitch #2
Bitch No. 2 was middle-aged in her 30s. She was standing in the crowded bus, just like me, and she was leaning against a pole.

What's the big deal, you say. So there she was, leaning against a pole, and grabbing hold of a different pole.

That's 2 poles being occupied by one single bitch.

PS: This reminds me of some other silly passengers who HAVE a seat on the bus, and yet are still grabbing the seat handles in front of them throughout the whole trip, forfeiting all standing passengers of any handles to steady themselves for the bumpy bus rides. What the f%^& is WRONG with you people?

If you want to hold the handles, just fucking GIVE UP THE SEAT. You'll be holding the same handle if you're standing, plus you'll free up a seat for another passenger who doesn't need the handles.

Don't take up a bloody seat, and STILL want MORE by holding onto the freaking seat handles.

Bitch #3
Bitch No. 3 was not Chinese nor Malay. She was seated in the green seats (for the elderly or the pregnant). She seemed to still have a decade or two to go in order to qualify for the green seats.

So there she was, sitting on the green seats while a pregnant lady came up on the bus with a child of 6-7 years old. The pregnant lady was standing beside me throughout the whole bus trip, while Bitch No. 3 was sitting on the green seats.

Bitch No. 3 alighted from the bus, carrying a large paper bag with the name of a certain boutique printed on it, and a "PARIS" (the boutique seemed to be a Paris boutique, in actual fact) on it as well.

Bitch #4
Bitch No. 4 was probably suffering from menopause as well. Dressed like a typical tai-tai (rich elderly woman), she rushed for one of the green seats when one of the passengers alighted, while the pregnant lady was standing beside me with her child. Bitch No. 4 was fully aware of the pregnant lady's presence.

I was disgusted with Bitch No. 4, and stared at her while she shifted her ass around the seat trying to make herself comfortable.

She probably felt my eyes staring at her, and turned to look at me. I stared back with my cold eyes, and Bitch No. 4 didn't give a fuck.

When Bitch No. 4 alighted (at the same stop as me), she was clear to get off. Bitch No. 4 just so happened to be one of those people as mentioned in one of my previous entries, under heading 5.)

So Bitch No. 4 pushed this Malay lady in a tudong, and screamed "AIYOH!" at the Malay lady.

The Malay lady was confused and stood closer (to do a pole-dance) to give way to Bitch No. 4.

As Bitch No. 4 disembarked from the bus, she screamed again, "STAND THERE FOR WHAT? BLOCKING THE WAY!" with a wide sweeping gesture of her hands.

PS: At this point of time, somebody should remind me that the way to counter this kind of bitch is to say the following:

"OF COURSE STAND THERE LAH, YOU DON'T GIVE UP THE @#$% SEAT, OF COURSE HAVE TO STAND THERE LAH!"

Saturday, June 17, 2006

Road Directions...

A Japanese lady came to me at the bus stop, asking for directions.

JL: "Hello, can you tell me the buses that go to the bus-stop two stops down?"

Me: "Any bus here goes to the bus-stop two stops down. It's a straight road here."

JL: "No no. Can you tell me the buses that go two buses ago?"

Me: "Ermm... Bus 66 just passed by, and before that was Bus 852."

Exasperated, she took a seat near me, and took out a Japanese-English electronic dictionary. I watched her as she keyed in some japanese characters into the dictionary.

JL: "I ask you, what are the buses that go two buses ago?"

Me: "I'm sorry, I don't know."

JL: "You understand my question? I ask you, what are the buses that go two buses ago?"

I shook my head.

The Japanese lady smiled at me, and said, "I go ask my English teacher again." She then mumbled some Japanese words.

Me: "Where do you want to go?"

JL: "I want to go to Orchard Road."

Me: "Well, you can take Bus 174 there." And I pointed at Bus 174, which just pulled into the stop.

JL: "I know 3 buses go Orchard Road: Bus 77, Bus 171, and Bus 174."

Me: "Okay..."

JL: "I just want to ask you, what are the buses that go two buses ago?"

Me: "I'm sorry, I don't understand."

At this point she begins mumbling in incoherent Japanese again. My bus came, and I boarded it.

As the bus pulled away, I saw her asking another passer-by, presumably the same question.

On The Bus... #18 or Innocent Until Proven Guilty

An Indian boy boarded the bus, lugging a baggage of tennis rackets. He was in school uniform, and he walked past the bus driver, forgetting to pay for his bus ride.

"Eh Ah Nek!" shouted the bus driver.

The boy continued walking.

"OI!" shouted the bus driver again.

The boy turned around and walked back to tap his EZ-Link card on the reader. He had his card in his hand even before the bus driver was shouting at him.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Pathfinding...

A woman was on the phone at the traffic junction. She approached me and said, "Do you know where block xxx is?"

I didn't know where it was, but I knew it wasn't around here, so I told her, "It's definitely not around here, it's all the number-yyy blocks around here."

She said, "Okay thanks." and stuck a thumbs-up sign right in my face before walking away, resuming her phone conversation.

Past and Present...

Past: Part-time street surveyors would ask you "Hello Sir/Madam, could you spare 5 minutes for a simple, short survey?"

Present: Now, they ask "Hello Sir/Madam, are you a local or do you have PR status?"

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Past: When you logged onto the Internet and IM-ed somebody, you'd be assured of getting an instantaneous reply.

Present: You have to wait for up to 12 hours for a reply, sometimes even getting no reply at all. The fella just logs off without even replying.

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Past: You could walk in any neighbourhood mall with your eyes closed, and there'd be room for you to walk around without obstructing anybody's path.

Present: People walk deliberately with their eyes closed right into your path, even when your path was clear a moment ago.

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Past: Handphones were held only by men with suitcases and ties.

Present: You see kids who aren't even knee-high sporting the latest models of handphones (Yes, even newer than yours, you loser).

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Past: You could take an enjoyable walk down in the city anytime of the week.

Present: You have to be bothered by people refusing to budge when trying to sell you packets of tissue paper (even when you've politely rejected them), asking for surveys, begging for money (Bugis MRT anyone?) or chewren holding tin cans.

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Past: In any film you could get your hands on (movie theatre, rental or purchase), you'd be grateful if you could see explosions or bloody gunfights.

Present: You can now see tits, or "gyrating/humping action" even in NC16 films in the theatre. You look around the cinema and it's full of kids who don't even seem half your age.

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Past: You could talk to most sales assistants or store owners in English, and they try hard to reply, even if it's Singlish (broken English).

Present: You have problems communicating with them because they only speak Mandarin.

Sunday, June 04, 2006

Sparks and Tyre Rims...

Bus 167 pulled into the MacRitchie Reservoir bus-stop at an alarmingly fast speed.

Curving down the road after the traffic junction to make a pit-stop, the Ferrari Bus Driver grabbed hold of the steering wheel, steady as a rock.

But NO! He misjudges the kerb distance, and takes the turn too wide!

BAM! The front left tyre rim struck the concrete kerb, but luckily the bus did not mount the kerb.

Sparks flew out from the grazing metal tyre rim against the cold hard rock of the kerb.

The spectators standing at the bus stop are left in awe at the Amazing Ferrari Bus Driver. I take a jump backwards upon seeing the sparks fly, afraid that the bus would overturn.

The smell of burnt metal filled the air as the wheels of the Ferrari Bus rolled to a halt, making the pit stop.