Tuesday, January 23, 2007
updated @
5:18 PM
horrendous transportation day.
typical singaporeans.
juz cant stand it.
can die w/o having seats ah?
and its only a station away.
-_-
my own sweet time.
just in time.
for morning class as usual.
but. but. but.
darn.
why the sudden changed of mood of the bus driver ah?
too kind ah? nutin better to do?
a bus shouldnt be filled 100% or more. (its true wokay! its the guidelines!)
be it mrt or buses.
why?
coz its DANGEROUS.
firstly, in case of accidents.
you dont wana hav people crumpling and stumbling upon on one another, right?
secondly, in case of molestation.
guys will be guys. or shuld i said, monster?
especially when its OLD NAK MAMPOS guys.
dirty minds. taking advantage of the situation. desperado. desire cravings. insane.
thirdly, crowdness difficulty.
ok wat i meant here is that if the bus or mrt is full filled wit passsengers,
its hard for those who are tryin to alight at their respective destinations.
there's incidents where the bus driver din notice tat there's still ppl who wants to alight,
tat he juz drove away.
poor tat gal, she had to alight at the nxt bus-stop coz it was too late for the driver to stop in the middle of the distance.
why its hard? coz its full packed lah!
and after decades staying in this land, you should noe how selfish singaporeans can get.
simply so lazy or not courteous enough to move their butts and make way!
everything so scared! scared this scared tat! siao! dratz.
fourthly, the speed of the bus.
when the bus is full filled with passengers,
what do you think will happen at the rate of speed?
as slow as a turtle?
ok at least not as bad as tat lah.
but its slow wokay! lari masa aku woi!
and for those who are students of NIE, you should noe the road uphill?
i almost felt like the bus was gonna roll down backwards.
im serious wokay!
even the bus, a controlled machine need a break lah.
when you carry a person of a slightly heavier or worst, way much heavier than you,
how do you feel?
im sure wat you feel was wat the bus felt.
poor it!
and to think tat bus driver was too kind to stop at every bus stop to let the pitiful passengers to board the bus despite being oh so full.
ah lai! squeezed bck! ahh..you tapped in front here first, then go in at the bck door.
nonsense!
im not tryin to be rude and inhuman here.
but there's limitation lor. there really isnt any space to even squeeze anymore lah, uncle!
aargh.
and pls hor...
ive yet to write a letter about the influx of cockcroaches,
living comfortably in buses.
AND of coz again, typical singaporeans.
we play a part too.
coz why you may ask?
aiya, we're too pampered.
idiotic, irritating, brainless and discourteous citizens.
eat junk foods in the bus.
simply juz throw bit and pieces of all kinds of rubbish in the bus.
sweet wrappers. bits of crackers. even chewing gums. straw. tissue. biscuits.
and so the existence of disgusting cockcroaches.
and im proud to say i juz dun throw anyhow lidat.
except towards my Bie and H.A.N.A.
i noe there's lots of cleaners to clean up the mess right?
you will think you're creating jobs for them right?
fearing they will not hav rubbish to do right?
gawd.
pls lah.
excuses. excuses. excuses.
tell me the age range of the cleaners?
mostly oldies rite? and banglas too right?
and tell me who really is willing and loved this kind of job?
at least dun do this kinda nonsense.
purposedly throw anyhow. creating discomfort.
in this case, bein human came to play.
imagine one of the cleaners is your granddad or grandmum who ought to be enjoying life.
and when i said this din mean both my grandmums are cleaners.
im proud to say they are enjoyin life with cucus and cicits now.
and i no longer hav any granddads.
its juz that my heart automatically turn soft when i see tat atok (reminds me of my arwah atok) who always at the basement floor where i'd my maths, cleaning the place.
so, berpada-pada lah tuan dan puan2 skalian.
and our land is known as Clean and Green country.
peaceful and racial harmony.
tats our reputation.
but do we really practised tat? as for now at least.
cant believed ive to write all this on my innocent blog.
