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Monday, July 02, 2007
Everyone lives a great deal of their mortal life as a commuter. I've got to be really specific since I do not know how post-life beings travel. I am not going to publish any statistics on how much time an average person spends commuting because
1) I am lazy to source for that sort of crap.
2) I can spout some imaginary number and you would believe me nonetheless.
Anyway, I spend about 1.5 hours commuting between my Jurong West home and Bukit Timah school every day so it should be pretty significant in the long run. As the Chinese proverb goes ' Go up the mountain frequent enough and you will meet a tiger ', with the long hours I spend on the bus, I am bound to bump into interesting events. ( the concept of 'interesting' being largely contestable and subjective ) By the way, that proverb proves that the Chinese discovered statistics and that tigers like to meet the Chinese.
The greatest scourge of the technological era, for all its gizmo and wizmo, has got to be the advent of the MP3- enabled phones. The spurious child of an electronic affair between the MP3 player and the handphone, it has ensured that maximum damage can be accomplished by a minimum number of people. And we are not talking nukes and clumsy Iranian scientists. To my bus-riding readers, ask yourselves how many times have you been subjected to the onslaught of cheesy Mandopop while we were trying to catch some winks? O the torment of being force-fed their music! I do not mean to discriminate against people of any particular socio-economic backgrounds but hey, Ah Bengs and their equally socially-unconscious female counterparts should sell more pirated VCDs or shoplift more so that they can afford one handphone AND one MP3 player.
I think Ah Bengs and Ah Lians have got serious issues, they do not seem to understand that in this modern age, subtlety is in and flash is out; this isn't some stone age where the noisiest bitch and asswipe becomes the rulers of the jungle and get the most late-night action. This message probably applies to my neighbours; I want to thank you for blasting your cheapskate stereo system every afternoon.
Yeah. Fuck you, go steal some earphones because your music stinks like forgotten used underwear in camp haversacks.
Sometimes, I think that the real problem in the society is not discrimination from the 'upper class', but one that is so prevalent among the discriminated. Those people who whines their pants off about elitism are the ones who constantly make a fool out of themselves by preferring to complain, rather than work at the widening gap. Likewise, Ah Bengs and Lians unfailingly captures our widest imagination on how challenged our species can really be.
This is a true account. A rain-induced jam at Upper Bukit Timah. Cars honking. Tempers flaring. Tensions thick enough to be cut. Ah Beng whips out phone and blast Jay Chou's Initial D song, complete with tyres screeching sounds. Well done for successfully securing further social discrimination of you and your pathetic minions.
Need I say that this problem is also common on the MRT? By the way, Mat and tamil music suck just as much. If not more. Let us, people who are evolutionarily-superior, unite against the threat of people with grotesque social graces.
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