Holding on to the standing poles in the middle of the trains for support can be hazardous. Some just don’t seem to see the fingers wrapped around the poles for some reason. They barge through the train doors and plonk themselves, their backs onto these fragile fingers. No apologies not withstanding. Have sent in a …
Monthly Archives: May 2004
Ready, Set… Hold on
“Ladies and gentleman.. we’re 5th in the queue for take-off.” Words that brought simultaneous inner groans, including lady in green kebaya. Baking on the taxiway, the longest wait began. 30 minutes into the 5 that were promised, the grey drizzle parted and disclosed a fluffy white sky that prepared itself for the arrival of SQ866. …
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Standing on the platform, at least 100m from the train driver, twists of his white-gloved wrists signal “step on the brakes – open door – sip coffee – close door – move along so I can do this again”. What would we do without him, really? Every now and then, someone will stand up and …
What’s that again?
Fact: People using the mobile phone and talking loudly in a confined area for e.g., a bus is like attending a seminar. You may not like what you are listening to but what choice have you got?. Reality: Everyone wants to hear about your ex’s scandalous trip with a whore last week. A visit to …
Virgin Post Below
Did you ever notice how buses smelt like when it’s packed with students? The moment the bus stops by an educational institution, the children from hell are unleashed onboard. Volume control and kill switch are not included. I’ve never thought about seriously owning a driving license. Perhaps it’s just plain laziness or out of sheer …
And the story is…
Five days a week, two hours a day – be it on rubber spinning discs or high voltage stain’ful’ tracks, I commute. 13,200 minutes of watching and listening, I commute with obligation and much wistfulness. More than a year ago, I would not have thought that sic.per.sg will still be around to witness Olympics 2004. …