Thursday, March 02, 2006

Generally, Singaporeans are bastards.

Ok... Sometimes.

Ok maybe....

Somehow I feel like shooting myself in the foot as I'm writing this article.

"Please give your seat to those who need it more than you do."

Unless you justify your more important needs like resting your fat arses, sleeping, talking on the phone, looking at the floor, studying for tests, and looking at the other side wearing dark shades.

The trip to Simei MRT:

To Jurong East:
Seats were ample, but looking at the faces of the disgruntled passengers, I guess they haven't gotten their share of the Singapore Progress Package yet. Took a seat, and caught a bit of 40 winks.

To Simei:
Looking at the crowd approaching the doors, and the few seats left, I know for sure, I have to look oh so pitiful to get a seat.

Hahaha.... no point.... everyone is just too tired.

On the way to Queenstown, three seats opened up, but one over sized auntie, a busily-talking-on-the-phone professional white collar worker, and a pouty-looking female litterally scrambled for the seats.

I think all the while in the train, their main focus is looking at people who are about to leave their seats.

It was until Tanjong Pagar, that I finally got a seat....

My god.... Shame on you man.....

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