okay im back here blogging and hopefully someone is reading my blog. i dare not put up a visitor counter because i am just so afraid to see the pathetic figures. so yes, my blogs without any visitors counter.
anyway, ive extended my "contract" with reservations. i like the work shifts there, i like the sunday offs and i like the feeling of choosing where i want to go for my lunch. eating at the hotels cafeteria is shortening my life. maybe one day when they cook abalone, i wont even eat it. its horrible. the other day, my colleague told the auntie to cook better food. the aunty replied, "you think so easy to cook for so many people is it?" and i was told she stared with big eyes. but sadly my colleague didnt answer. and if i were her, i would tell the aunty, "then you think its very easy to put the food you cooked into our mouths is it?" oh well, many people are complaining and i have been since the very first day of internship. but they will be changing to another catering company soon so lets just pray hard we get something edible everyday.*keeping fingers-crossed*
will be going to the national service medical checkup next monday. i dread going so far and i know its going to take a very long time. sigh. the internet portal is so slow! my goodness.
anyway, this entry is titled singaporeans right? i shall start with it. i like being a singaporean and i am proud to be one. but when it comes to national service, i think i will not like it very much. its all about discipline i guess. its all about protecting the country. thats what i think i will learn la, but we shall see. okay, singaporeans nowadays, to a selected range of people are just selfish. so so selfish and just because of them sometimes we have to miss a bus or train, or both. its kinda sad isnt it? i got a few encounters when the train and bus were not full and the people could move to the rear or centre to make more space for others. but to no avail, these bloody asshole shit people just didnt bother to. all they knew was to spread further, have more space for themselves, thats it. full stop. very inconsiderate to the extent that i feel like sending them to olden days execution. all i could do was to try getting in, and wondering if i could fit in then there it goes. "doors closing. do do do do. BOM!" doors closed right infront of my face. i had to freaking wait for another 7 minutes.
next, people like to come so close to you and invade your personal space in the public. i was standing beside the door and i held on to the handrail because i didnt want to my back to stick to the usual oily glass panel. then came this man who has no backbone and started leaning on the handrail im holding. and as time went by, he started moving backwards (towards me) and coughed non stop. his hair came right into my face and he was so close i couldnt breathe. i had to hold my breath and turn away. he knew i was behind him and yet! tsk tsk tsk, finally i took my step away and stood somewhere else.
next, i was on the way home in the bus. i stood and infront of me was a man. he had his hair gel-ed and it smelled of onion. it was terrible. i thought someone brought onions and only to realise it was infront of me. the moment the bus move and the wind blew, the smell came. very suffocating. few stops later came another man. his hands were high up in the sky, showing his hairy side. then came the smell aka BODY ODOUR and it was really bad. it was, unfortunately, right beside me and the smell was very "obvious". i already had to suffer from the onion-flavoured gel and now this. my oh my. the odour came once in a short while so i breathed very quickly in order not to catch that awful breath. sigh. singaporeans yet again.
lastly, i would urge anyone taking public transports to mind your manners and actions. a little thing can make someone else beside/around you suffer. be it opening your mouth while sleeping and it produces a stinky breath, having your arms high up in the sky without knowing that you possess such limited edition parfum. leaning against the handpole thinking that you are trying to do pole-dancing. or coming so close to someone as if you wish people to kiss you or smell your hair full of dandruff.
