I do not exactly know the connection I have with taking the train and embarrasing myself, but this unity happens often enough for me to lose my confidence in taking the above mentioned public transport.

Public Transport = increase chances in Public Embarrasment/Entertainment.
Let us delve into this subject, with me as a case study of course:

CASE STUDY 1:

Location: City Hall MRT Station
Time : Mornin Rush

Right so I was going through the gantry, card in hand poised ready for my exit out of the abyss. Upon tapping the 'Get Out Of Here' card, I am sure I heard someone call my name. As a matter of fact I am DAMN sure. If not I wouldnt have turned around to look, leaving my right knee vunerable to the red claws of the gantry, clamping shut during my the split second of oblivion. Which it did... Bad enough I was late for the class trip, I was left immobile in front of a long row of office rats, giving me the 'What the fuck is wrong witchu man?!?!?'. Limping away I realise the worst part of it,was that no one calling me name...

Embarrasment Factor: Approx. 300 persons


CASE STUDY 2:

Location: Serangoon NEL Station
TIme: Evening

Coming back from town, tired and immerse in Usher on my Discman, I had my card in hand ready to be slammed on the console so I can get home ASAP. tap.... nope.... slap.... nope.... slide back and forth... nope... hover.... nope.... kicking while drumming..........
By this time there was an impatient line forming behind me ready to tap and slap their cards on ME. Fortunately there were other gantries available for them to deviate from such cruel acts, to actually getting out of the station... of course while givin me "What the fuck is wrong witchu man?!??!!?' look again. I contemplate going to the control station to bitch at them for havin a bastardly useless system, lookin at my card I realise the only bastardly useless thing around was the phonecard in my hand, abused by my persistence.

Embarrasment Factor : Approx. 100 persons, includin two very angry old ladies and three sarcastic control officers.


CASE STUDY 3:

Location: Dhoby Ghaut MRT Station
Time: Can't remember.

Well well my beloved SONY MP3 player, proud among my belongings, precious in its very existence, the epitome of oblivion, filler-of-empty-time-boredom-in-trainrides-thingy, releasing the constant flow of desired sounds....

fell two flights of stairs scattering dismantled/broken/dislodged pieces of plastic and electronic pieces in a area of 5 squared metres. 'nuff said...

Embarrasment Quota: was too distraught to care...


IN CONCLUSION:

Thus, whatever I said in the beginning.

suf rambled at 9/27/2004 07:12:00 am

weird. This is weird. I suppose you try something new once in your life. Plus I like writing and I keep losing my the stuff I write. hold up.

!suf don't try to convince yourself its ok to write a blog!

sorry peeps I was once against writing blogs because of the stuff it creates like politics and animosity so I jus didn't think people would be bothered to read what I write anyway.
I am a changed person now. Either that or its this bag of weed I'm sittin on. ok no I'm off to bed I'm sleepy. If I ever come back here again I will write something.

suf rambled at 9/25/2004 01:11:00 am