morgueville,heartland living.

sometimes i'm just so ashamed to be a singaporean. when i'm squeezed along side with forty thousand people in the tiny bus and some people will just continue coming up the bus like they can occupy that one square centimetre of space. can't they bloody wait for the next bus? but then again, it could be sbs' fault. i admit i'm biased against sbs drivers. but that's another thing altogether. so these people whom i'm so ashamed to be sharing my nationality with, seriously need to crack all those courtesy campaigns posters up their minute brains. they are, like tv mobile, everywhere. and they do not just appear during your bad hair days. o yes. who can forget these people running to the stopping bus and vying for the number one spot to get into a damn sbs bus. firstly, it's a sbs bus. secondly, what's the rush? honestly, i really don't get why people push their way to the front just to get into a freaking sbs bus. and let's not even talk about losing your poise.

anyway i will not step into hougang mall this entire month. it's the holidays and the bengsters are out to play. and they are, like tv mobile, everywhere. why must they congregate at hougang? hougang is already a dead boring place with no starbucks or any cafe except hans and these ghetto-superstars-singaporean-style must come and make hougang a bigger eyesore. these bengsters have the most outrageous fashion sense i tell ya. my gawd. somebody call the fashion police! and arrest all of these dialect-spewing act-punks and send them to jurong or something.

photocopied some lit exam papers and answers by some year twos for reference. bollocks! i'm so going to flunk lit too.