I DiD It My Way~
Friday, June 08, 2007
so hot every day.
i think being a girl is quite pitiful sometimes. we girls wanna be smelling like a rose with perfectly matt complexion which we v craftively want u to believe that those rosy cheeks and glossy lips r inborn n not the result of careful application of make up. n oh, our eye brows look the way they are since the day we were born. definitely not bcoz of any sort of plucking or shaping.
bloody hell. it's like sauna in sg. i can't walk to the bus stop without breaking out into my 1st bout of perspiration. my hair is all plastered and flat b4 the day could end.
super unglam.
today i'll on this bus and along came this moron who took the liberty of taking on the role as the entertainer to the busloadful of passengers by playing song on his hp on loudspeaker. i dun think this is the 1st time i encountered such a public nuisance. they look all nonchalent and act as if its the norm and a socially accepted behaviour to play dj in public places, especially on the bus. i was purposely throwing the offender irate dirty looks in his direction several times but of coz, he is pretending (or worse, not bothered) to notice. hello, if i would like any form of entertainment when riding on the bus, i would certainly provide my own. and i was already reading a book then, damn it. pls do us all a favour and go buy a fancy sportscar with ridiculously expensive sound system then roll down all windows and by all means blast e speakers till your eardrums explode and i promise i would certainly shut my mouth about it. or the cheaper alternative would be to but earphones and stick them in your ears, LIKE EVERYONE ELSE DOES. btw i dun even like the crap song he's playing (it's actually not the main point but that pisses me off too. i'm thinking if a song i like was playing maybe my reaction wouldn't be so great).
not to stereotype but my on my both encounters, the v inconsiderate person is a youngster (by youngster, i do mean student-looking kids. i am pretty young myself, fyi). i think it get worse by the generation huh. when i was schooling, i tot i had my fair share of rebellion phase n all but lo and behold, i totally felt almost saint-like in comparison to the kids nowadays. man, they sure have lotsa problems that mess up their young minds huh. not that i am indifference but come on, i was a teenager once and i survived. it freaks me out to think that i now have a 'generation gap' which separates me from them when only a mere 5 or 6 years ago i tot i was an angry teenager. mayb now i finally understand what my old lady used to tell me when i'm driving her crazy: one day, when u have kids of your own, you'll know!
oh trust me, mum, i sure dun need to wait till the future to see for myself.
just only the other day i was on the mrt and these bunch of young kids (correction, i think they're monsters) were sitting all over the floor, oblivious to the inconvenience they're causing to passengers, playing games and chatting like monkeys. before long they have discovered the joys of hanging on the hand rails and climbing up the poles, setting off an even greater racket. clearly, i have extremely low tolerance for all these bs and was really choked up about that. but come to think of it, i think the parents should be blamed instead for allowing their children to behaving unruly in public. there was only this auntie sitting calming near them, occasionally directing an obligated 'stop that, ah kow', 'be quiet now, ah meow', and 'you'll be in for a surprise when i start smacking your bum bum in front of all these good pple, ah di'.
for christ sake, do something about it already instead of paying these lip services! can tell them quite a few annoyed faces around me but we always choose to shut up and put up with these nonsenses. sigh. i guess i can't complain since i didn't boldly speak up either. this results in bottling up all my frustrations and spending a great deal of time being grumpy in the safety of my blog. man. maybe deep in my heart i no longer trust that the society is a safe place no more and if i did pipe up on the mrt that day, inevitably yelling them to shut their pieholes, 1 of them might proceed to draw a gun outta his spiderman backpack, cursed,'die, bitch!', pulled the fatal trigger and blast my brain all over the mrt window. that'll be really tragical i guess. i never really tot of ending my life in su
ch an unhonourable death, let alone an involuntary one. it could be better off that i smoke to death or something. at least i'll taken my own life that way. hmmm.anyway, enough of bitching endlessly. oh well.. sure am grumpy when i have all the time in the world huh. how can i ever convince even myself that i am a cheery, joyous come-what-may, peace-loving, embracing children of all races in a mother theresa manner character which i wish to believe in huh. my inner angry child sure is vocal despite my angelic appearance *gentle sigh* (harp playing in background and doves fluttering above my halo)
my fave advertisement at the moment: i..... can give u gatsby... gatsby... gatsby.....
wish i was one of the girls to be fondling his face in the ad. hee hee hee.
wish i was one of the girls to be fondling his face in the ad. hee hee hee.
on a serious note. been reading this book recently. i think it's gonna be 1 of the few that might change my life in a rather drastic manner. i prolly won't talk about it openly now to avoid disappointment (mine) but if i succeed, i'm gonna be freaking thrill.
