Tuesday, October 20, 2009
What's up with Singaporeans?
Firstly, to the dude who sports a mat cap and squints out at the corner of your eye while plonking yourself onto the seat and pretending to sleep, WAKE UP. Blind as a bat, fat as a cat, whatever. I am no noble soul but if I see an old lady's hand trembling just from holding onto the pole, i'd give up my seat without a second thought.
Just because you have two foreign objects stuck in your larger-than-an-elephant ear doesn't give you the right to PRETEND not to hear calls for you to give up your seat. Then again, I hope your earpiece's so dirty (it probably is given your laziness) you get millions of zits and pimples on your ears. Talk about funky ear accessories.
Secondly, to the missys and misters who 'politely' tilt your bodies to allow other and enjoy being grinded upon, provided the feeling's mutual, then by all means go ahead. Otherwise, freaking step out of the train before re-entering. Want to 'bua' go club, please thanks!
And indeed, I chanced upon a certain post and it evoked really poignant emotions. Memories of yesteryear suddenly came flooding back.
Memories of scrambling for the ball on the beach volleyball court, memories of digging up hot sand furiously so that I could seek the cool of the bottom earth , memories of going all out and breaking layers after layers of energy dissapating pads (HAHA), memories of heaving huge tar-po-lines across giant monsters, memories of digging into tupperwares after tupperwares of mongolian lamb, memories of snacking on nestle ice-cream just across the carpark lot, memories of chasing after emus and kangaroos......
And most importantly, memories of our final hurrah.
Be Sure Always!
randomMADNESS
11:56 pm;________________________________
