Traffic Sandwich

Gosh, what a morning. It began with showers and i went to work again in my get-me-fired-coz-i'm-bochap garb, kicking sandals and t-shirt and all. Well, i didn't want to get my shoes wet, and kicking sandals in long sleeved shirt just looks weird. Um... kicking sandals is a variation of a direct translation from "kicking slippers" in canto, it juz means wearing them. Haiz.. i miz 家姐 (sister) and Yinyin.

I boarded my usual bus 105, but there was something terribly wrong with it. All the usual people are in it, thus indicating that the time is correct, that i should be punctual. The paralyzing problem was that it didn't have a mobile Tv in it. No, it's not "yeah, no big deal", its actually, "NOOOoooooooooo" and hands stretching outwards away from oblivion.

Not having mobile Tv meant that i was going to miss my daily dose of cartoon. This cartoon which i've been following on the mobile T, 0630 to 0700 every morning, or atleast tried to follow until i was sent to hiong gong (hong kong), is about an alien frankenstein and an academic couple who are no longer a couple because the girl lost her mind and doesn't remember the guy and the guy blames it on the alien frankenstein and the alien frankenstein has a sort of connection with the girl and helps the human race to fight off invading progressive aliens and the guy has since joined with a military group whose purpose is to defend Earth against aliens and drives a robot that looks like a gundam, except less colorful, and oh... the girl calls the alien frankenstein "Mr Elf".

And the bus was one of those bus whose doors have to close ten times before it could really close. Now... that's really me thinking in mandarin, coz you don't close doors, you shut doors...

Anyway, i thought the bad morning was over and a bright new, not so sunny and some more raining day was gonna begin, until i boarded my next bus, bus 91. No not bus 91A, 91A is 15 minutes later than 91. And yes, that means i'm going to office earlier than my already early time.

Somewhere along the road from dover road to NUS, i have no idea what the road is called, there was a huge congestion. It's like there's an internal counter inside of me. When my head finishes doing, say 100, sleepy nods, and i wake up and find that i'm still not at my destination, then i know there's something terribly wrong with the traffic.

Looking over to the other bus, bus 95, i can only begin to imagine the frustration of the NUS students, having to wake up so early in the morning so that they could be punctual for their 0800 classes only to be served traffic sandwich a mere couple hundred meters from the campus.

Then one ah pek in front of me got agitated by the non/slow-moving traffic and stood up. And that was that, he stood up and nothing else happened. He didn't rip off his clothes down to the underwear and turn into superman. He didn't turn green and bulging and started ripping the bus apart in anger. He didn't press the bell to get off to start walking. And no, the bus didn't move any faster either. Maybe if he laid down and started doing sit ups, maybe that would help...