Tuesday, January 25, 2005
The 'Leaning' Day
Stupid Aunties r reli capable at screwing up my mornings & evenings. The 2 times of the day i have to commute to n fro on the Mass Rapid Transport.
I dun understand how some people can have such a short range of "safety distance" to people dey duno. Have u come across strangers who approach U and come so close it makes U naturally wanto stagger back a few steps just to withdraw away from these frea..i mean...people?!
This Stupid Auntie in the morning stood SO close to mi she was practically breathing down my neck n making all my hairs marikita lo! Then she kept bumping into mi despite mi slowly inching away from her.
Yes, she was dat determined to lean on mi.
Fuckanauntie.
And den there was dis Gek Ling who cudnt stand proply n had to had his black ass pinned to the pole for s long s he knew how to speak English such dat him n ONLY him had access to the pole.
If he cud stand in a more diplomatic way i wudnt be so pissed at the general Gek Ling population.
Isnt it ez to figure out dat communal consideration breeds racial harmony!?
He cud stil get support frm the trusty pole by using his black hand to hold onto the pole ain't it?!
And in dat way at least 3 other more innocent beings cud cling onto the trusty pole & avoid being annoyed or knocked over or leaned on by barbaric & no-self-consciousness-Aunties.
Fuckanotherauntie.
And fucktenthousandgeklings.
In the most vehement way ever.
And the Bestest part of the day, wif all sarcasm intended, was i met another equally annoying Nerdish Auntie on the way home again on the MRT.
Yes! Yet A-G-A-I-N!!! Pui!!
Another leaner dat is.
But dis time round, she obviously annoyed another innocent commuter s she leaned over to hold onto the pole in the utmostly awkward manner such dat her arm was almoz in the other auntie's face.
Her bleddy paperbag kept knocking into mi n obviously infringing upon my 'safety distance' wif her.
I of coz shifted to another better position, far away from her, so dat her bulky paperbag can stop abusing my poor leg.
After which she totally held no qualms of happily usurping my original standing position.
O and did i mention oredi she did her leaning stunt on the next nearest lady in front of her as well?!
Fuckyetanotherauntie.
After being traumatized on the train, i was again traumatized in the block's lift.
I took the lift wif 3 PRCs, and dey were all dressed..ahem...sluttily.
One of dem oni had a midrift on and her navel was pierced and the back on the center of her hips was tattooed.
It is entirely wrong, becoz all's in the name of Neighborhood.
And worse, my dear Dad had to be there in the lift s well. Dun ask mi how, it JUST SO HAPPENED.
Obviously, being the man n all dat, he had to ogle at dem in my face.
....Dis canot be happening to mi.
Yes we all know dat our parents r normal beings and oni by doing wad dey did i exist, but STILL!
U've gotto agree wif mi dat the kids can NEVER come to terms wif acknowledging dat their parents still have raging hormones!?!
*GAGS*
When the life door opened, i strutted out like i hv nvr been glad-er to step out of the lift.
Goodbye chattering PRC accent in high 8 octave pitch and goodbye horny Dad. A release to the agony i had to endure in dat 9 square metres confinement.
I thought i heard buzzing in my head when i left the lift.
*Disrupted train of thoughts interrupting the flow of the blog*
*Yeeeee....Yeeeeeee......*
(Ok no, i am just lazy to type even though i got plenty of other things to blog about. Haha. Later.)
¶ J poppycocked at 8:49:00 PM
I dun understand how some people can have such a short range of "safety distance" to people dey duno. Have u come across strangers who approach U and come so close it makes U naturally wanto stagger back a few steps just to withdraw away from these frea..i mean...people?!
This Stupid Auntie in the morning stood SO close to mi she was practically breathing down my neck n making all my hairs marikita lo! Then she kept bumping into mi despite mi slowly inching away from her.
Yes, she was dat determined to lean on mi.
Fuckanauntie.
And den there was dis Gek Ling who cudnt stand proply n had to had his black ass pinned to the pole for s long s he knew how to speak English such dat him n ONLY him had access to the pole.
If he cud stand in a more diplomatic way i wudnt be so pissed at the general Gek Ling population.
Isnt it ez to figure out dat communal consideration breeds racial harmony!?
He cud stil get support frm the trusty pole by using his black hand to hold onto the pole ain't it?!
And in dat way at least 3 other more innocent beings cud cling onto the trusty pole & avoid being annoyed or knocked over or leaned on by barbaric & no-self-consciousness-Aunties.
Fuckanotherauntie.
And fucktenthousandgeklings.
In the most vehement way ever.
And the Bestest part of the day, wif all sarcasm intended, was i met another equally annoying Nerdish Auntie on the way home again on the MRT.
Yes! Yet A-G-A-I-N!!! Pui!!
Another leaner dat is.
But dis time round, she obviously annoyed another innocent commuter s she leaned over to hold onto the pole in the utmostly awkward manner such dat her arm was almoz in the other auntie's face.
Her bleddy paperbag kept knocking into mi n obviously infringing upon my 'safety distance' wif her.
I of coz shifted to another better position, far away from her, so dat her bulky paperbag can stop abusing my poor leg.
After which she totally held no qualms of happily usurping my original standing position.
O and did i mention oredi she did her leaning stunt on the next nearest lady in front of her as well?!
Fuckyetanotherauntie.
After being traumatized on the train, i was again traumatized in the block's lift.
I took the lift wif 3 PRCs, and dey were all dressed..ahem...sluttily.
One of dem oni had a midrift on and her navel was pierced and the back on the center of her hips was tattooed.
It is entirely wrong, becoz all's in the name of Neighborhood.
And worse, my dear Dad had to be there in the lift s well. Dun ask mi how, it JUST SO HAPPENED.
Obviously, being the man n all dat, he had to ogle at dem in my face.
....Dis canot be happening to mi.
Yes we all know dat our parents r normal beings and oni by doing wad dey did i exist, but STILL!
U've gotto agree wif mi dat the kids can NEVER come to terms wif acknowledging dat their parents still have raging hormones!?!
*GAGS*
When the life door opened, i strutted out like i hv nvr been glad-er to step out of the lift.
Goodbye chattering PRC accent in high 8 octave pitch and goodbye horny Dad. A release to the agony i had to endure in dat 9 square metres confinement.
I thought i heard buzzing in my head when i left the lift.
*Disrupted train of thoughts interrupting the flow of the blog*
*Yeeeee....Yeeeeeee......*
(Ok no, i am just lazy to type even though i got plenty of other things to blog about. Haha. Later.)
¶ J poppycocked at 8:49:00 PM