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A 26yr old female whose brain is powered by caffeine; without its main fuel source it has a working speed slower than that of a slug. That aside, she wishes she could grow a teeny weeny bit (read: a lot) taller and constantly whines about her weight. Enjoys devising novel ways to traumatise people with her bludders. Oh, and she is rather antisocial.
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Having reached my (almost) sixth year of adulthood, I have grown out of whining and learnt to take things in my stride. Plus, I'm taking daily intensive lessons in the virtue called Patience, thanks to my f%$#ed up shitty good ol' vintage laptop that takes a good half an hour just to start up. So, I am now able face every little shit (figuratively, not literally) that comes flying into my face with a smile, and move on without missing a beat.
Because, I am now a bigger person than before!
Because, I am now a bigger person than before!
Nowadays, I do not get angry at the friggin' feeder bus if it comes late - which it does, unfailingly, everyday. Why should I? The bus driver is simply trying to help me, so that I can run to the MRT station and exercise my legs. That's really nice of the bus driver, don't you think?
I no longer get angry if I miss that empty MRT train that reaches the station at precisely 6.35am and have to cram myself, like a sardine, into the next train that comes SEVEN minutes later. You see, I realise that the SMRT corporation is trying to improve my contortion skills, so as to improve my flexibility and muscle tone. That's really so kind of them, don't you think? Oh, and I get to improve my olfactory senses, because given my height (or lack of, to be precise), my nose will usually be at the level of other people's armpits. Ahh, armpit sniffing early in the morning. Good for the brain, I tell ya!
I love it when I get to display my balancing skills on board the MRT, because the driver is kind enough to make the ride as jerky as possible. Accelerate, brake, then accelerate again while everyone is flying in the air, then brake...
I see other nice people on board the MRT too - the pole polishers. They are doing everyone a service by keeping the poles in a nice and gleaming condition, by polishing the poles with their backs and butts, while leaning on the poles. And the really, really nice ones are the nice people who try to train the physique of the elderly and the pregnant, by not giving up their seats.
So yea, I'm now looking forward to taking the public transport again tomorrow. Can't wait to meet up with more nice passengers on board, siah!
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