BITCH RANT: MRT Issues +++.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Alright. Let me get this straight. People are getting all worked up in Singapore, just because of this little invention called the 'Train'. Being the typical Singaporeans that they are, they complain about almost everything when it comes to the train. "Why is the train late?" "Why is the train smelling like a can of tuna just exploded in it?" Why this, Why that?
Bitch. Let me tell you. Don't nobody care about your complaints. The officials always tell you to drop off a feedback form into some raggedy assed box in the far corner of the room, but what they don't tell you is that THEY DON'T FUCKING CARE.
Nonetheless, there can be quite a few things that is worthy of being discussed here in my blog, and that includes some of the incidents that happened in the train, when I was on board.
First story/ inconvenience by commuters.
Have you ever tried to grab onto the poles that are located just in front of the train door for support, because you don't see an empty seat, and there is a huge fat assed bitch standing in the centre of the cabin, blocking all the pathway avbailable for you to walk through, and even though the PRIORITY SEAT is empty, and you don't see no old people around, you don't want to sit there for the fear of getting your photo taken by some bitch who plans to post it on STOMP.SG? And just before you grab onto that pole in question, some fucking idiotic excuse of a man just conveniently leans of the pole, such that you cannot hold onto it. The train then begins to move, and the jerk sends you flying off to the other side of the train. Has THAT everh appened to you? Let me tell you. It happened to me. yesterday. I was like BITCH! I'M TRYING TO GRAB ONTO THE POLE HERE! DON'T YOU FUCKING CONVENIENTLY LEAN ON IT! IF YOU NEED A POLE TO LEAN ON, GO TO SOME STRIP CLUB AND GET YOURSLEF A POLE DANCER! THAT WAY YOU CAN LEAN ON HER AND THE POLE. WHY BITCH. WHY?
MOVING ON.
The case of racial stereotypes. SINGAPORE IS A MULTIRACIAL COUNTRY with RACIAL HARMONY. Girl, let me tell you. There ain't no harmony in everyone. SOME yes, but not everyone. Tolerance maybe. Acceptance, some. Why am I talking about this? Just the other day when I was in the train, in comes this indian man. There was an empty seat next to this chinese guy reading the paper. I thought that Ok, I'ma make way for this indian dude to sit next to the chinese guy. So the indian guy sits down, and bitch, immediately after the plants his ass on the seat, the chinese dude took the paper he was reading, folded it and started to fan in the indian man's direction! I was like, DUDE! WHAT IS UP WITH THAT? HE DOESN'T SMELL AT ALL! LIKE WADDAFUCK ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY HERE? And I was just observing the 2 blokes, and soon enough the chinese guy stood up and went to another seat. I was like OKAYYYYY... So much for harmony...
The train is indeed a good place for people watching. The short period of time spent in that tiny cabin full of people is a good eye opener for anyone who intends to look at others' behavious in awkward situations. Most people pretend to text on the train to avoid eye contact with others. Some would shut off from the world by plugging their ears with their MP3. Some read books. Well you name it, they do it. Some even have a little picnic in there as well. Some take the opportunity to take 40 000 winks, and when some elderly comes in, and if that person doesn't give up his seat, SNAP! UPLOAD PHOTO TO STOMP.SG, even when he is genuinely asleep and doesn't realise what is going on.
That's how sad it is.
There should be like a law that states NO TAKING OF PHOTOS OF PEOPLE YOU DON'T KNOW IN THE TRAIN / PUBLIC. Like honestly. Bitch, would you like it if I came straight ot your face and snap a photo of you and published it online for all to see? Would you? Sheesh! Wake up girlfriends.
Well, that's all for this entry.
Truly,
HaniffaHasan
Labels: Get that thing off my chest., I'm Just Saying, Whatever bitch
