Singapore - The Island Of Weird, Irritating And Horrible Insensitive And Selfish Ignorant People.

walking down orchard road, you see the beautiful maseratis and lamborghinis cruising down the roads, the curious ang mohs wondering why singaporeas pronounce mont blanc as munt blank and the beautiful night sky that has no stars signifying that it's gonna rain with the gods laughing at us the moment it starts to rain and we start running around for shelter and if there isn't, we try to use our palms for protection like as though it really does help at all.

but anyway, that's not all you see if you open your eyes big (or for the chinese people over there, open your eyes much much bigger) and you'll see the residents of underworld singapore. so weird and grotesquely formed that they drive fear into the minds of our little children. you see a guy walking with a big eye and small eye. you see a woman with her eyes bulging out. a person who looks like a kid. actually i have no issue with short people. midgets are different from short people. i'll stop it there. 

then it's not only in the city area. it gets even worse when you're in the heartlands. the lady selling onions and ginger and lady fingers at the nearby wet market, eyeing the passing crowds with her pale eyes while scratching her back with her dirty brown, half-bitten fingernails...while the butcher wears his eye patch and carelessly chops the chicken into uneven pieces (you got admit then it is uneven for someone who is seeming to aim alot) with his sweat dripping off his forehead onto the skin of the chicken making it even more unhealthier but do we really give a damn...looking at the number of people licking their fingers sillily at KFC, i doubt they will care about the skin at the local hawker center...

and weird people also do take the transport. i was in this train all the way from eunos to city hall, there was this weird vibe in that freaking last carriage of the train. first there was like this little kid running around and then he went to this lady and pulled her leg. the lady had earphones on and was carrying this food thing from Han's (heard it's a good place) and she just patted the kids head and looked around. now she didn't like a mother. especially to that small kid. then the kid ran back to the kid's father...hm...hold on...take note that i keep saying the kid...not he, not she, just the kid...why? cause it looked like a guy but the hair was slightly long and it was wearing a girly t-shirt with frilly laces at the end of the sleeves. what gender is it? hm...only god knows..cause he will have to bless it with something that is gonna affect the kids life...whatver...back to my tragically dysfunctional story...the kid banged into this malay lady who appeared she had a man's most prized possession sticking out of her glutious maximus. hm...i'll give you a moment to scratch your head.

alright, moment gone. then it's like i'm trying to figure out what it could be...maybe she had just let go a piece of solid waste and it apparently has no rectum-given smell. then as i'm looking, the kid bangs into me and the lady who the kid ran up to, shows up and hugs the kid and looks at me apologetically...hold on...not really apologetically. sarcastically apologetically. yeah. like i did something wrong. like i go around preying on young kids and pushing them around. erm..the opposite of a pedophile. then once that all got settled, i saw this teenage couple who apparently looked like twins. erm...maybe they were? or maybe they spend their entire lives looking for someone who looked like them so that when they have children and when the children doesn't turn out to look like them, they will know that someone cheated during their marriage and they have proof to the court of divorces or whatever they call that shrine of holy separation-ship. then on the way there, two people stepped on my toes. thank god they weren't those obese kids eating ice cream cones. then my feet would have been flattened. though i don't think i'll be complaining. i'll be less taller and i wouldn't need to wory about shoes or slippers...my feet is my natural slippers...it'll be flippers.

hm, this has been crap the whole thing...but it's true...from now onwards...everything i write will be based on what i see and what is the truth...

Culda