We're all blind to inconsiderate commuters because it has become a common sight in Singapore. I hope these are the last few months that I'll be reliant on the stupid buses and trains. To be perfectly honest, I think we have a great public transport network and system. There's nothing with the infrastructure at all. It's the people and in particular, fellow Singaporeans who are really disappointing.
People still don't give way to the rushing crowd in the morning. It's a luxury to get an unblocked and moving right lane on the escalator at the train station. Just keep left when you don't need to rush off, and that can save some other chap his job or even someone's life. On good days, I breeze through the crowd but you only need ONE person to block up the escalator and that actually creates the chain effect. No one can move after this one brainless fucking idiot. Others stop short of 3 steps from the end and when one person does so, you have a line of rushing bankers and lawyers screeching on their BBK. What the hell!
Getting in and out of the train is still a fucking pain in the neck. People refuse to move to the centre of the train and you see people jammed up at the entrance. I don't have that problem since I always have a seat (benefit of staying near the end of the line) but you'll fume just by watching them. ROAR! For more than twice in the past week, I could hear this Filipino voice through the thumping music blasting from my nano, begging the people to move to the centre of the train.
Exiting the train is worse! People rush into the train like they were afraid that if they were a second slower, the door is either going to squash them or the train might leave without them and not coming in the next 20 long hours. Makes me wanna scream... "Let me out" in the 162 types of dialects that might not even exist.
The least infuriating of these frustrations got to be the leaning man of MRT. These people strategically place themselves leaning against the pole so much so that if they put any more weight, the pole is just gonna bend. As the trains screech itself to a halt, forcing us to bang onto the smelly arse in front. All of you may have thought that all you could do to save yourself from this embarrassment is to hold on tight but because these blob of fats is leaning on the strained pole, within the split second, you can really can't grab anyway and in seemingly slow motion, crashing onto the next Ah Peh's fragile set of bones (BTW, no one seem to offer these poor seniors any seats). Don't flame me, I did gave my my seat on countless occasions, as long as I see someone who needs my assistance and in this case, my seat.
So stop complaining about your ERP unless you think paying for your transport and still suffer the stuffy cabin with malfunctioning A/C filled with people with terrible body odour is a better option.
Tomorrow shall be a cab day...
Hey Mom
Why didn't you tell me
Why didn't you teach me a thing or two
You just let me go
Out into the World
You never thought to share what you knew
So I walked under a bus
I got hit by a train
Keep falling in love
Which is kinda the same
I've sunk out at sea
Crashed my car, gone insane
And it felt so good
I want to do it again
Hey Mom
Why didn't you warn me
Coz about boys is something i should have known
They`re like chocolate cake
Like cigarettes
I know they're bad for me
But I just can't leave 'em alone
So I walked under a bus
I got hit by a train
Keep falling in love
Which is kinda the same
I've sunk out at sea
Crashed my car, gone insane
And it felt so good
I want to do it again
I wanna do it again
Oh, felt so good
Hey Mom
Since we're talking
What was it like when you were young
Has the world changed
Or is it still the same
A man can kill and still be the sweetest thing.
So I walked under a bus
I got hit by a train
Keep falling in love
Which is kinda the same
I've sunk out at sea
Crashed my car, gone insane
And it felt so good
So I walked under a bus
I got hit by a train
Keep falling in love
Which is kinda the same
I've sunk out at sea
Crashed my car, gone insane
And it felt so good
I want to do it again
I want to do it again
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