Monday, December 13
5:38 am

rage entry #1042

see, almost everyone knows the longstanding enmity i have going with our nation's public transport system. what most don't know is why. strangely enough, people seem to think i dislike the system because it's cheap, and therefore beneath me.

ok, firstly? it's not cheap.

secondly, it's not just "dislike", either.

and lastly... guys, really. how long have you known me? disliking something because it's cheap? when have i ever done that? cheap is good! i like cheap! how would i be able to live with myself otherwise?

anyway, back to the public transport thing. if you look on the positive side of things, really, i don't hate it as much as i could. when i take the bus, for example, i don't emit the same awful keening wail of despair that comes bubbling out my mouth every time i peruse the ST forums. the Moue of Disgust and Eyeroll of Contempt are deployed instead.

i do, however, get inordinately annoyed at other people when i'm on the bus or train. maybe it's the enclosed space, maybe it's my complete inability to deal with even a minute's exposure to concentrated idiocy, whichever. i'm even willing to take the blame for that one - this zero tolerance approach towards halfwits can be quite the liability sometimes!

but look. roaches. children on heelys. vomit. tvmobile. screaming children. poop-munching mouth breathers. perverts. people who think their ringtones sound like chimes of joy. crazy people. bus conductors. children again, but this time they're licking the mrt poles. drunken guys. tvFUCKINGMOBILE.

ah, tvmobile. has ever a throbbing vein been as apt a symbol for anything as you?

i have had a lifetime's worth of experiences in the damn trains and buses. hell, i'll see any story you've got and raise you the endless purgatory that is michelle chong playing twins and praising herself like the attention-starved little whore that she is.

(once again, this is a personal vendetta. it is not some random synaptic misfire that resulted in my hating her, though the netballers will be quick to tell you that there are plenty of those around.)

i seem to have wandered off the topic.

oh, i know. you're going to tell me how such bitter, rampallian shrewishness cannot possibly be good for the complexion (well, you say "soul" and i say "complexion"). keep it up, your face is gonna freeze like that.

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