I was on the bus to school yesterday. I was running late and was a little nervous as the Australian lecturers were extremely particular with timing and all. I am seriously amazed by Singaporeans. In a single morning with such normal setting, I have seen almost all kinds Singaporeans. (On a single bus, mind you)
At the bus-stop: A bus screeched to a stop and there this aunty with came down two big bags of groceries. Despite carrying such heavy bags and struggling to alight, she lifted a finger and started to dig her nose. Menacingly. ( Digging in public? Fine. But can't she wait? Probably afraid that she would be suffocate to death by her own booger?) I don't know what is your take on that but well... Singaporeans.
Then this aunty came. Pregnant Tamil lady. She started to make some real revolting sound and started to kakkkkkkkkk----PUI. That was early in the morning and I sent a silent prayer for missing my breakfast because I was late. Then my bus came. Throngs of passengers waiting at the bus-stop, moved to the door and that kak-pui auntie pushed me aside and thrusted her tummy to make it look bigger. (Duh, you wanna fight whose tummy is bigger?)
When I got to my second transit bus, I was already pretty disgusted and of course irritated at the thought of being late. The 'gracious' aunties didn't help. I plant my fat ass on the seat and then this Caucasian guy came up and sat opposite me. He has long curly hair, wore a black headband and carried a big, no, an enormous tennis bag. First thought: Suicide bomber. (Thinking back, bombs can be small too?)Then my thoughts run wild. Could his headband write 'allah, I serve you' when it is flipped the other way round? What is this Caucasian look-alike guy wearing a T-shirt with arabic look-alike words? Oh no, should I send a message to Cecilia such that someone would know that the burnt corpse is mine. I was sitting opposite that suspicious bundle and if there is an explasion, my face would be the first to get blown up. (Not that it is not blown up now, but at least the blown up version carries my identity). 'Mr Terrorist' closed his eyes with his palms clasped in the resting position. (Darn, he is praying before he execute his bombing plan)
I was entertained throughout the journey getting paranoid over my life and all when I realised that I have reached my stop. You have no idea how fast I scrambled down the bus. and then, a realisation hit upon me.
I was one of the rude Singaporeans that alway stare.
Jacqueline
6:56 PM