S'bored

I seriously suspect that I was the reincarnated form of some really sedentary organism which spent all its life sleeping and catching flies. Or I could have been a plant in my previous life.


zZzZz.


You know, some Singaporeans (yes, my own countrymen) tend to irk me to a large extend. And their behaviour just get uglier and uglier every year. Like the dumb uncle who left the queue while he was queuing in front of my dad, went to buy something else to eat, then came back and acted all friendly with my dad and then proceeding to cut the queue in front of my dad. This must have incurred the wrath of many people who were queuing behind us but, you see, as Singaporeans, they only argue when they realise that 1. They're standing to gain and 2. They won't risk losing face. So no one said anything, except for the lady who was taking orders; she demanded that that uncle got his order after she's done with ours. Had I knew he was in no way related with my dad (I thought he was my dad's friend and I had joined the queue later to help him carry the food over to our table), I would have hurled all the words in my renowned dictionary of sarcasm at him. How dumb had he been, for thinking that he could just 'reserve' his place in the queue by acting all friendly with my dad (who, unfortunately, didn't find it offensive), and expect us to 'chop' his queue position for him? *grumbles* Singaporeaans...

Ooei, don't think you can run. I swear I'll throw fish soup on you if I ever see you again.

Really, it's plain ugliness.


Like aunties who place their wet marketing plastic bags on one seat on the bus, and occupy the other.

Like old uncles who snooze on the bus with both feet on the facing seats.

Like students who still eat on public transportation. (Hello, how many times do you want your face to appear on Stomp?)

Like teens who wield PSPs and hog the floors on MRTs.

Like the old uncle who drives at 70km/h on expressways in his flashy Mercedes. (Traffic-stopping, literally.)

Like some undergraduates who spend the entire exam period sitting on that exact spot in the library for days on end, when they have their own hostels/homes.

Like the ah beng (and occasional ah lian) who blasts Jay Chou songs on his mp3 phone.

Like some people who can afford Porsches and Volkswagens and Mercedes and whatnot but can't afford to park them straight.

Like the bahkwa queue-hoppers.

Like the devoted worshipper who allows his children to run amok in the temple grounds and take turns shouting "ah mah! ah mah!" across the praying halls.

Like those students from a particular JC in the east who love nothing more than to stand in huddles on the bus and block the exit, the entrance and very much everything else.

Like the rich faggot who stopped his BMW 750i conveniently on a one-way street at Amoy Street.

Like those money-faced gits who up the prices of flowers by 6 times during Valentine's Day.




Seriously, I can never stop complaining.

Like me, who can't stop complaining.