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says what she feels..
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
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Same old, same old.
Everytime I log in, I always can't seem to think of what I want to blog about. I would always plan about what I'll say and how to phrase the whole thing.
Then again, you can't always get to do what you want. Yup, I forgotten nearly everything I planned to blog about.~ Sigh ~
After 'slogging' it out at GWP for 9 months, they decided to put me as the VIP server. Which I dread doing the most. You can call it the most relaxing and yet most stressful position to be in. I did it for 2 consecutive weekends in a row. There are so many other people who can do it, so why pick me? Everyone's attention is on me. So scary. All of them would be waiting for you to give the cue to serve the next course, you can't be too slow or too fast in your service etc etc. There are endless rules and procedures to follow and it gives me a headache. One reason I like working there is because you don't need to use much brainpower while on the job. Just move fast and work fast. Plus the silverware for the VIP table is so farking heavy, I'm always scared that I'll drop it and make a fool out of myself.
Doing VIP service is not so bad when you are serving the 'small fry'. It's the 'big ones' that stresses me out. You see, I actually have to serve a 8 course dinner to some MP and his wife last week. And there's no one to back me up. Thought that after the week before, I would never have to do VIP duty again. Guess I was wrong. Thankfully, with some 'experience' I managed not to screw it up...too much.
In conjunction with the hungry ghost festival, I shall now share some MRT horror stories. No, they are not the kind with female ghosts dressed in white with long flowing hair that hasn't been conditioned in God knows how long. They involve people like you and me with flesh and blood.
Sometimes I think the scariest things are we, human beings. The things that people do nowadays disgust me sometimes. Need some examples?
The case of the moving escalators
Venue: Harbourfront MRT Station Exit leading towards Harbourfront Towers 1 and 2
Time: Morning peak hour somewhere between 8.25 - 8.30 am
Scenario:
There are a whole bunch of working class people including me rushing to get to the exit quickly. When reaching the escalators, all of us will file into 2 lines to get on it. There was this fucking middle aged woman who did not understand the basic concept of courtesy and right of way. Every Singaporean who have taken the MRT should know that when getting on the escalator, the people standing on the right has the right of way and move upwards like on the roads right? Most Singaporeans observe this practice and the tourists catch on pretty quick.
I was on the right side and moving upwards when this fucking auntie who has no manners cut into my lane. Normally, I don't give a shit but this bitch had tried to push/nudge me out of the way while I was getting on the escalator. Eh hello auntie, what if I had tripped? I'm still under probation and therefore not entitled to claim insurance in the event I'm injured. Can use a bit of common sense a not? I AM GETTING ON THE MOVING ESCALATOR WEARING 2 INCH HEELS WHO ALREADY HAVE DIFFICULTY IN BALANCING MYSELF PROPERLY AND THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO NEED TO PUSH ME OUT OF THE WAY SO THAT YOU CAN WALK FASTER. IF I HAD TRIPPED AND FELL AND GOTTEN MYSELF PARALYSED OR SOMETHING(TOUCH WOOD), WILL YOU PROMISE TO TAKE CARE OF ME FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE? If it were a kid, I would have just said he has no jia jiao or something. But this behaviour is coming from a grown woman who is probably old enough to be my mother. Anyway, how much time can you save by cutting in front of me? 2-3 seconds tops. So this fucking bitch had earlier almost got me paralysed had tried to cut between me and the person in front. Please lor, there isn't enough space for her to squeeze between us and yet she still tries. Bitch with shit for brains. Of course, I 'm not stupid enough to let her do whatever she wants. Anyway, she got off later mumbling something about inconsiderate young people or whatever it is that people with shit for brains can think up. It's like pot calling the kettle black lor. It's pecisely because of people like her that people like me exist. If she had behaved like a normal human being with a reasonable amount of brains and common sense and did not act like she did, do you think I would acted like I did? Of course not. I don't attack unless I'm being provoked.
The case of the nodding head
Venue: On a train moving towards Pasir Ris
Time: Evening peak hour somewhere between 6.00 - 6.30 am
Scenario:
Was fortunate enough to find a seat when I got on at Outram Park. Minutes later, I realised why: The guy sitting on my left was sleeping and is using my shoulder as a pilow! WTH. I'm not against napping on the train but there's no need to make yourself so comfortable that you are leaning way too close towards your neighbours. I didn't like the guy using my shoulders to nap on cause I was tired enough as it is. Anyway, napping on people who are total strangers is a big no-no especially if they don't like it. I resent it so I push him away, usually the person would just wake up but this guy didn't! Ok, he stopped leaning on me but the other person instead. Needless to say, she didn't like it either so she pushed him back towards me. I don't blame her. Afterall, it's not her fault that the guy sleeps like that in the first place. So to cut both our suffering short, I tried to wake him up but he just wouldn't do so. It got to the point where I was literally shaking him. No, he's not dead cause you can tell that he's breathing. Freaky right? And he was sitting like typical ah bengs do with legs stretching out and all. Not a good thing to do as it's rush hour and the train is packed. Either you will feel pain when people step on your foot which I experienced countless times even with my legs tucked nicely in to avoid the exact thing from happening, or you will trip everyone that is standing in your way. The amazing thing was that he slept through all of the stepping, pain the tripping. When I got off, he was still sleeping! Maybe he's in a coma or something, I hope he missed his stop for all the discomfort he caused me.
There are lots and lots more examples that makes you wonder whether Singapore really fits to be a world class city. Farking smelly and fat Indian woman who think they are goregous and have nice flowery smelling hair who flip it so often who make me puke at their foul smelling B.O and flinch at the lice on their scalp that they might be inflicting onto mine. Lecherous Bangla workers who lean in too close to you for comfort. Men who undress you with their eyes. People who insist on guarding the doors and wouldn't let you get off the train even if you asked nicely, which I did but it didn't work so I pushed and shoved my way out so that I can reach Orchard on time for work. I'm sure that they all think I'm 'a inconsiderate and typical young Singaporean who cares only for herself'. And there will also be people who don't let you on the train. What irony. You can't get on the train and when you do, you can't get off it.The lovers who take up the entire two lanes on the escalators acting as if the world revolves around them and would not budge even with half of Singapore's population is standing behind them and trying to get ahead. People who insist on tapping their EZlink cards repeatedly even though it reads insufficient value causing you to be stuck behind them and as a result miss the train you are trying to catch. Even worse are the ones who try to catch a free ride by following you closely through the barrier. WTF. I now practise the custom of tapping my card and walking slowly enough so that the barrier closes right after I passed through. Ha. If I have to pay such expensive fares(Ahem, SMRT Corp take note, don't raise the fares anymore you hear?), I might as well make sure everyone suffers with me right?
On a happier note, I found this file sharing program called Limewire that allows you to share files with various parties connected to the network. I'm now downloding Lost episodes to keep up with what I missed. All for the delicious Sawyer and Boone. Mmmm....yum
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