It was 3am in the still of the night.
Suddenly, a car alarm sounded downstairs of my flat in the carpark.
Looking out of the window, a tow truck was towing away a car that had its car alarm triggered. The tow car had it's lights and everything flashing, and the alarm sounding.
A dark sedan followed behind the tow truck and the towed car.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
On The Bus... #16
Late afternoon, on the bus to school.
Bus driver looked to be in his early 50s. He was chugging the bus along the roads, slowly and surely.
After about 30 mins of slow chugging along the roads, a man in his late 40s or early 50s, ranted at the bus driver as he pulled out from the bus bay:
Man (in dialect): "HURRY UP! Quickly! Don't waste time already. Drive so slow... $%$#%#"
Driver (in dialect): "....if you are so good at it, get off from the bus and walk lah!"
And then the man kept quiet. They both looked damned pissed.
But frankly, the bus driver was driving along too slowly. All other vehicles on the road were overtaking the bus.
What happened thereafter, you ask? Well, the driver was so pissed he chugged the bus along even slower. The man had a sullen face and kept quiet in his seat.
Bus driver looked to be in his early 50s. He was chugging the bus along the roads, slowly and surely.
After about 30 mins of slow chugging along the roads, a man in his late 40s or early 50s, ranted at the bus driver as he pulled out from the bus bay:
Man (in dialect): "HURRY UP! Quickly! Don't waste time already. Drive so slow... $%$#%#"
Driver (in dialect): "....if you are so good at it, get off from the bus and walk lah!"
And then the man kept quiet. They both looked damned pissed.
But frankly, the bus driver was driving along too slowly. All other vehicles on the road were overtaking the bus.
What happened thereafter, you ask? Well, the driver was so pissed he chugged the bus along even slower. The man had a sullen face and kept quiet in his seat.
Friday, February 10, 2006
Just Another Day In School...#13
A certain module required students to sign an attendance sheet during lecture, so that students can be graded for their attendance.
A non-local student signs the sheet, and immediately leaves via the back of the hall.
A non-local student signs the sheet, and immediately leaves via the back of the hall.
Just Another Day In School... #12
At a certain tutorial class, students were supposed to present at least two questions in order to obtain a participation grade. There were a limited number of questions for the semester, and the commodity of questions was highly valuable in classes that were large.
A non-local student finishes explaining his answer written on the board.
Lecturer: "So what's your name?" (so that he could mark down his name for participation)
Student: *Pretends to look at the class list, but couldn't find his name* "I'm not from this class."
Lecturer: *Surprised, and stops for a moment to think* "Can you send me an email later for this?"
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So what now? Bastard student can skip his class, and attend another class, MY class, and snatch a question for presentation?
In that case, I may as well go join *every single damned class* and snatch all their questions up. Then nobody else will have the chance to present, and obtain a grade.
A non-local student finishes explaining his answer written on the board.
Lecturer: "So what's your name?" (so that he could mark down his name for participation)
Student: *Pretends to look at the class list, but couldn't find his name* "I'm not from this class."
Lecturer: *Surprised, and stops for a moment to think* "Can you send me an email later for this?"
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So what now? Bastard student can skip his class, and attend another class, MY class, and snatch a question for presentation?
In that case, I may as well go join *every single damned class* and snatch all their questions up. Then nobody else will have the chance to present, and obtain a grade.
Just Another Day In School... #11
At a lecture, the lecturer taught for a few short minutes, and then posed a question to the class.
The class kept quiet, so he pointed at a student sitting behind his laptop screen at the far end of the lecture hall, instructing him to answer his question.
The student kept quiet, and didn't answer.
Lecturer: "Are you listening to me behind your laptop?"
This time, the student spoke up, with a heavy Indian accent, "Yes I am. I didn't hear your question."
Lecturer: "Why don't you move foward to these few seats here so that you can hear me?" *and he points to the first 5 rows*
Student: "I am comfortable here."
Lecturer: "What did you say? Why don't you move forward since you can't hear me?"
Student: "I am very comfortable sitting here."
Lecturer: "..."
The class kept quiet, so he pointed at a student sitting behind his laptop screen at the far end of the lecture hall, instructing him to answer his question.
The student kept quiet, and didn't answer.
Lecturer: "Are you listening to me behind your laptop?"
This time, the student spoke up, with a heavy Indian accent, "Yes I am. I didn't hear your question."
Lecturer: "Why don't you move foward to these few seats here so that you can hear me?" *and he points to the first 5 rows*
Student: "I am comfortable here."
Lecturer: "What did you say? Why don't you move forward since you can't hear me?"
Student: "I am very comfortable sitting here."
Lecturer: "..."
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Just Another Day In School... #10
Another day in school, another lecture.
An empty row is available. I take a seat. My bag is placed on the neighbouring seat. Some other fellas fill in the row from the opposite end, right up to before my bag.
There are plenty of other seats available in the lecture hall.
Girl comes in halfway into the lecture, late. She walks to the row where I'm at, and saunters around up and down the row, her friends pointing this way and that way at empty seats at the other end.
She lingers in front of me, and I look up at her. I give in and remove my bag.
The girl sits down, and begins chattering away like a M2 .50 calibre machine gun.
Kind enough to offer a seat (I was not obliged; there were plenty other seats around), yet not kind enough to keep the bloody trap shut.
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The next time somebody asks me to remove my bag, I will ask "ARE YOU JUST SITTING DOWN, OR ARE YOU GOING TO CHAT WITH YOUR FRIEND THERE?"
No prizes for guessing what my response will be.
An empty row is available. I take a seat. My bag is placed on the neighbouring seat. Some other fellas fill in the row from the opposite end, right up to before my bag.
There are plenty of other seats available in the lecture hall.
Girl comes in halfway into the lecture, late. She walks to the row where I'm at, and saunters around up and down the row, her friends pointing this way and that way at empty seats at the other end.
She lingers in front of me, and I look up at her. I give in and remove my bag.
The girl sits down, and begins chattering away like a M2 .50 calibre machine gun.
Kind enough to offer a seat (I was not obliged; there were plenty other seats around), yet not kind enough to keep the bloody trap shut.
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The next time somebody asks me to remove my bag, I will ask "ARE YOU JUST SITTING DOWN, OR ARE YOU GOING TO CHAT WITH YOUR FRIEND THERE?"
No prizes for guessing what my response will be.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
On The Bus... #15
There seems to be a growing trend of passengers who likes to press the bell just as the bus is 30m away from reaching the next stop.
There also seems to be a growing trend of passengers who have trigger-happy fingers, pressing the bell just as the bus is pulling out from the current stop. They intend to press the bell for the next stop.
For the first type of passengers, they are the ones whom you can tell a joke on Monday, and they'll laugh at it on that coming Wednesday.
For the second type of passengers, they are the ones who are already laughing when you are just about to tell a joke.
There also seems to be a growing trend of passengers who have trigger-happy fingers, pressing the bell just as the bus is pulling out from the current stop. They intend to press the bell for the next stop.
For the first type of passengers, they are the ones whom you can tell a joke on Monday, and they'll laugh at it on that coming Wednesday.
For the second type of passengers, they are the ones who are already laughing when you are just about to tell a joke.
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