the ride home
blame it on the new mp3 phones or those with speakers, my 50-min mrt train ride wasnt peaceful AT ALL!
it was like a competition between the various blasters (as i chose to call them). one tried to be louder than the other, so it went louder and louder, to the extent that i felt really irritated.
not only the volume, but the song, the behavior of these people.
1. songs: not jay chou, not something nice, not even the latest hits. or maybe they were, in suria i guess. i couldnt understand the lanugage, and i have this tendency to get really irritated when i hear languages that i dont really understand and worse, when it sounds really vulgar. even if the person is reciting some literature piece. the problem lies with the language.
2. the people. clearly they feel that they are the trendsetters. cool, hip, they chose to label themselves as. but reality is harsh, they are pests, leeches, and the cause of the downfall of this society. (ok, too serious) RAH. but i'm glad they were all gone at bedok.
ok maybe during the examination period my weird behavior surface. i hate seeing ugly people bitching about others, and girls smacking their hand on their boyfriend's butt. (the latter really freaks me out, like YUCK)
one simple reason why i hate ugly girls bitch, because it makes them look uglier, worse if they look super arrogant. this hurts my eyes, and i know i'm not being very friendly here. sorry but yah.
and the ugly girl who bitched looks like this: (ok i'm bad with paint but the nose and teeth look the same! )
then the next bad thing. some uncle just yawned. volume: 30000000 decibels. sounds like a lion roar, but less ferocious.
ok, today the imagine-and-hope-this-will-happen thing is up again.
and i felt really silly doing all these. plainly stupid.
