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Tuesday, August 30, 2005

MRT

taking the train once again has raise several issues once again. the most glaring one is this. why do singaporeans crowd around the train doors as if there a plague in the spaces between 2 doors. this might not seem to be a problem to many and i assume at least half of the people who read this do it. MOVE TO THE FUCKING CENTRE OF THE DAMN BLOODY FUCKING TRAIN. 1 it will not kill you to move it. 2 it will allow more people to board the train. 3 (applicable to guys) the good looking girls are usually at the centre of the train as they do not want to be crushed and "accidentally" molested. 4 you WILL be able to alight at your desired stop 5 people will stop calling you an inconsiderate son of a bitch.

the personalilty of the average singaporean. fucking selfish bunch of ass wipes. the other appalling act that puts me off, people thinking that they own a pole in the train. do they have no back bone that they have to slouch and place the entire length of their body (from the neck down to the ass crack) on the pole. do they not know that other people MIGHT need to hold on to the pole to. and that ass had the gall to stare at me when i told him NOT to lean on the pole. which was followed (after the staring) quickly with a fuck you. you do not own the pole. ask your girlfriend if you do not believe me. which was continued with more glaring and a peturbed girlfriend pulling her wimpy slinky backed boyfriend away. i must say, 1 for me! and none for the average oh i'm so scared to die and of trouble singaporean. somethings are not worth fighting for, no arguements about that. but singaporeans do not find ANYTHING worth fighting for. just let the whole world walk over you.

people sitting on the chairs. classic. they have mastered the art of you dun exist if you cannot establish eye contact with you. a scenario, a pregnant woman is standing in front of 3 people. a secondary school kid, a working class adult and an old man. no prizes for who gives up the seat to her. if you're thinking old man your right. the other 2 do 1) "sleep" 2) look right and left. anywhere except at the pregnant lady. 3)staring into space. i must say they have the brains of ostrichs. and what's the big deal about giving up a seat. it's just a seat...

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