No safe bus rides.
Forget the fact that the coming CIP program would be the one we participated in as Sec1s last time. Kind of nostalgic, but no, I'm not here to blog about just how emotional I am because of this program. I'm just going to blog about my bus ride home, in which a girl spewed more words than I could in a year.
As usual, I was on my bus 156, getting ready for a damn boring ride home. But if it's a boring and uneventful ride, I won't even be blogging in the first place. So this was what happened.
I squeezed my way through that selfish girl who was talking to her friend, because all friends must talk to each other on the bus and clog up the space, disallowing mounds of meat from moving to the rear. Not their rear, mind you. To the bus rear.
So upon reaching the rear, my unusually sharp eyes brought to attention the double-seater. Being Singaporean, I'd go for the double seats which are not occupied, because Singaporeans cannot tahan sitting beside other people.
I thought I was lucky. I thought I found the perfect spot to sit down and sleep, but I was wrong.
I never knew that NY girls can be so noisy, and that their conversations so senseless.
So bathically, after sitting down, I was greeted by a voice. One girl talking to the other. She talks damn loud, or at least audible enough for me to hear perfectly. I hate such people. I'd love to turn around to eat her up or something, but eating is strictly prohibited in public transports, and I have a problem paying the fine country called Singapore a fine. So I resisted the hunger pangs and tried to get on with my sleep.
But no, that obnoxiously loud bitch just had to keep on ranting about how the Government of Singapore is the 'PAP'. I seriously doubted her mental capacity as a human, because I've never heard such atrocious comments. It is true that the PAP is like woohoo owning, but it remains a fact that the PM can be considered my 'senior' and therefore I have to show him and the party due respect. Either way, she didn't make much sense nor dollars, and I hated her. I love having intelligent conversations, even if I don't have a part to play. At least I get to listen, and that's fun enough.
But no, the stupid girl had to rant on about Channel U and how it got eaten by Mediacorp. Of course, Channel I's existence was plain forgotten, simply because it was eaten and thrown out of the Mediacorp body, and no one gives a shit about shit.
But she does have a bit of brains in saying that the Government is shutting down mediums that may prove to be a potential hazard to Singapore.
Which is so true, because there is no such thing as blogs, and the Internet is never a place for people to communicate on. INTERNET IS NOT A MEDIUM FOR CONVEYANCE OF THOUGHT!
I was ready to barf out loud, but I kept to my image as a gentleman. I just kept listening.
MSN has chat logs.
If I had a thought log, it'd hit tens of thousands of words easily throughout the bus ride. Hell, if I got a notebook I'd be writing shorthand. And this post would be over-saturated and ruined by the mere flooding of my thoughts.
So bathically the 30+ minute ride home was filled with momentary barfs and uncontrollable sniggering.
My guess is that they most probably are Sec1s. I've never seen a mature Sec1, except myself, 3years back.
One more thing to note: They were discussing about the Speak Chinese Campaign thing, and how much it sucks. The damndest thing was this--They were speaking in English all the while.
And it did not help validating their argument that the Singapore Government is cramming Singlish down our throats through TV programms such, BY USING SINGLISH THEMSELVES.
I heard the distinct 'lah', 'wahlau', and all that kind of Singlish. And they claim to be advocating perfect English. Good job.
They added in Chinese every now and then, too.
And they spoke of Singaporeans as if they weren't Singaporeans themselves. 'Singaporeans are like this', 'Singaporeans are like that'.
Well, tell you what. If you really don't like the fact that there are no other television channels to turn to, why don't you fucking set up one whole channel just to bring down the image of Singapore?
It'd be certainly much better than talking all that cock and not doing anything. Tell you what, actions DO NOT SPEAK louder than words, because they can't speak at all. But the noise would drown you in semen, and you'd die, no doubt due to the multiple pregnancy and killing of babies within your womb, leading to your death.
Eat shit, you cock talkers.
I have a full metal spring in my mouth, and the garbage I spout on a daily basis would definitely prove to be more useful than the garbage they spew out in their lifetime.
Oh wait. Perhaps their voices have the same frequency or something, but they sounded THE SAME. Perhaps there's only one girl talking, and talking a lot at that. I remembered her talking about 'I'm damn hungry. I want to eat. Later go buy curry puff. Then go library.' Thanks for the itinerary, piece of crap! I needed to waste my memory on significant stuff like that. I wonder how's her friend reacting, perhaps she was half-asleep through the sermon.
The only thing that kept me awake was the hope that perhaps, just perhaps, she might say something to lessen the smearing of her school's reputation.
I was grossly disappointed.
Fry in hell.
'Oh look, I'm hungry, can someone feed me??' Ok that sounds like my previous blog post but sorry. I have no life.
Let's just say that I won't try sitting near girls ever again. Not that I tried to this afternoon. But it's the same. Let's just say that I'd rather get shot by projectile diarrhoea than listen to another superficial conversation between girls.
I should go do something less painful, like tear off my hair.
Damn. I type a lot. I'm not even sure how many words is this. I type and talk a lot.
Which reminds me, we had afternoon assembly. It was about school rules. I stayed awake, simply to tick off the rules I've yet to break. Let's see..I don't have ear studs, I keep my hair short and neat, my shirt is nearly always tucked in, my socks always cover my knees, blah blah. The only rules I break are...truancy (mild, like turning up very late), tardiness (in handing up of work), and some other things I can't be bothered to remember.
Never mind. This topic is worthless.
And I know it'd take time for you to trust me. I know I'm not trustworthy either. But I'm willing to change. Are you?
-- 1/09/2008 09:35:00 PM
