WTF at Class-less dudes and Short Hair
So after a rather tough dilemna of deciding whether to go gym or just run this week, i decided to skip gym (boo) and just go home. Thus with my usual and monotonous routine i happily boarded 858 at Changi airport, this time the bus was emptier than usual ( i really got to start remembering the time) and the bus driver was amazingly quick at taking his piss.
Eventually as we left the airport and begun on the long long long stretch to the seletar airport thing i found myself sitting alone in the group of four seats (yay haha) and thus proceeded to start my chinese homework (which was overdue =( ). So la-li-da the journey continued nicely and i managed to finish my work before reaching the small airport thing at the christian orphanage.
It started raining, as in pouring. It was like sheets of white outside by the time we reached the little christian whatsitsnameagain orphanage.
So funking out alone (and happily) in my isolated bunch of seats to Fort Minor i noticed that those boarding the bus were really kanchiong spiders. True, most people would rush considering the rain but this was really jump-up-the-bus-and-start-shoving.
First thing i noticed about this bunch of people was that they were wearing really shaggy, worn-out clothes that looked like they were 10 decades outfashioned (and aged). Second thing i noticed was that one of the buggers had just one button buttoned and that was like somewhere in the middle of the chest (wow isn't he cold in the chilling weather?). The third thing i noticed was that they were really tanned (as in not the black type but the dark-brown type) and they were like tanned all over so i guessed perhaps it was their race colour or something (NO IM NOT RACIST, SO PLEASE DONT TAKE ME TO COURT, THANK YOU VERY MUCH). The last thing i noticed was that they were speaking in a very loud voices and in a language i didn't have any impression of (viet? thai? i dono)
So okay call me a stereotype bastard spoilt-kid but i thought immediately "oh shit manual-labour-worker-dudes with less class than PCK (if u dont know thats the almighty Phoa Chu Kang)."
Now those poor people in front of these dudes (lets call them that for a while now) all shuffled to the back like the oppressed little people we all are and i was left sitting there praying the dudes didnt realise that the 3 seats around me were just right for them to hold a conversation...
Alas they weren't blind as i was hoping and the dudes started plopping down around me. Now a new revelation about these dudes that, sadly, made me confirm that they were certainly people without much self-respect, the smell. As in not the shit or sweat smell but some really wierd smell that they got from -god-knows-where. So it faded after a while (thank god and every other being that watches over me) and thats when i realised the dude with the unbuttoned shirt had this leather backpack that was half-open.
After he finished buttoning up his shirt (thank god for that too) his pal happened to tell him something in that wierd language that made him keep the shirt that was hanging out of his bag and zip the bag up.
Now if you were actually paying attention you may have realised that i was listening to Fort Minor, well they aren't exactly supposed to be listened to at volume one. So i was kinda funking out to the beats at a volume that would not aid me in being the next ambassador for the "Take Care of your Ears or be like Me" campaign and i could hear the guy saying stuff. And mind you it wasnt the muffled sound but it was LOUD. I thought perhaps it was a one-off thing but then they started this conversation about yam-dars, brookbars, santararadas and babblydoo-doos that could probably be heard by the dudes in the mercedes that i noticed driving past the bus.
Anyway that was bad but at least i was reaching my stop and could quickly scamper out.....
Oh yes on a lighter note I'd like to clear the impression that some people havd that TransIland Buses are oh-so-much better and newer and nicer than SBS for the 858 i happened to be in was LEAKING. as in from the windows, the WALLS and basically everywhere. I certainly don't see that in SBS buses =/
Oh yea i cut my hair today. DAMNIT LA. I'm quite angry, i dont care man next time i'm going to those 30bux-a-cut hair stylists. i told them like keep my tail and fringe, just straighten it out a little and thin it. AND NOW WHAT HAPPEN? What the Hell la my behind now damn short lor....SUCKS PLEASE...damnit I'll drown a kitten for every bastard who reminds how short my hair is....Fuck man i wanted to tied tail behind lor...=(
Oh well time to start saving for expensive cuts! Or are there any sponsors? =3
Eventually as we left the airport and begun on the long long long stretch to the seletar airport thing i found myself sitting alone in the group of four seats (yay haha) and thus proceeded to start my chinese homework (which was overdue =( ). So la-li-da the journey continued nicely and i managed to finish my work before reaching the small airport thing at the christian orphanage.
It started raining, as in pouring. It was like sheets of white outside by the time we reached the little christian whatsitsnameagain orphanage.
So funking out alone (and happily) in my isolated bunch of seats to Fort Minor i noticed that those boarding the bus were really kanchiong spiders. True, most people would rush considering the rain but this was really jump-up-the-bus-and-start-shoving.
First thing i noticed about this bunch of people was that they were wearing really shaggy, worn-out clothes that looked like they were 10 decades outfashioned (and aged). Second thing i noticed was that one of the buggers had just one button buttoned and that was like somewhere in the middle of the chest (wow isn't he cold in the chilling weather?). The third thing i noticed was that they were really tanned (as in not the black type but the dark-brown type) and they were like tanned all over so i guessed perhaps it was their race colour or something (NO IM NOT RACIST, SO PLEASE DONT TAKE ME TO COURT, THANK YOU VERY MUCH). The last thing i noticed was that they were speaking in a very loud voices and in a language i didn't have any impression of (viet? thai? i dono)
So okay call me a stereotype bastard spoilt-kid but i thought immediately "oh shit manual-labour-worker-dudes with less class than PCK (if u dont know thats the almighty Phoa Chu Kang)."
Now those poor people in front of these dudes (lets call them that for a while now) all shuffled to the back like the oppressed little people we all are and i was left sitting there praying the dudes didnt realise that the 3 seats around me were just right for them to hold a conversation...
Alas they weren't blind as i was hoping and the dudes started plopping down around me. Now a new revelation about these dudes that, sadly, made me confirm that they were certainly people without much self-respect, the smell. As in not the shit or sweat smell but some really wierd smell that they got from -god-knows-where. So it faded after a while (thank god and every other being that watches over me) and thats when i realised the dude with the unbuttoned shirt had this leather backpack that was half-open.
After he finished buttoning up his shirt (thank god for that too) his pal happened to tell him something in that wierd language that made him keep the shirt that was hanging out of his bag and zip the bag up.
Now if you were actually paying attention you may have realised that i was listening to Fort Minor, well they aren't exactly supposed to be listened to at volume one. So i was kinda funking out to the beats at a volume that would not aid me in being the next ambassador for the "Take Care of your Ears or be like Me" campaign and i could hear the guy saying stuff. And mind you it wasnt the muffled sound but it was LOUD. I thought perhaps it was a one-off thing but then they started this conversation about yam-dars, brookbars, santararadas and babblydoo-doos that could probably be heard by the dudes in the mercedes that i noticed driving past the bus.
Anyway that was bad but at least i was reaching my stop and could quickly scamper out.....
Oh yes on a lighter note I'd like to clear the impression that some people havd that TransIland Buses are oh-so-much better and newer and nicer than SBS for the 858 i happened to be in was LEAKING. as in from the windows, the WALLS and basically everywhere. I certainly don't see that in SBS buses =/
Oh yea i cut my hair today. DAMNIT LA. I'm quite angry, i dont care man next time i'm going to those 30bux-a-cut hair stylists. i told them like keep my tail and fringe, just straighten it out a little and thin it. AND NOW WHAT HAPPEN? What the Hell la my behind now damn short lor....SUCKS PLEASE...damnit I'll drown a kitten for every bastard who reminds how short my hair is....Fuck man i wanted to tied tail behind lor...=(
Oh well time to start saving for expensive cuts! Or are there any sponsors? =3
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