an unfortunate event encapsulated day.

"Destiny is a good thing t accept when it's going your way. when it isn't, dont call it destiny; call it injustic, treachery, or simple bad luck."

bad luck.

everything has been translated, with the help of something called THE brain. (where's pinky?)

on a pretty fine saturday afternoon, a boy and two other friends got on a bus. the boy was without his student pass, which he then resorted t the usage of coins. *clatter of coins*

bus driver with a disgruntled look: what!
boy: 55 cents, im a student.
bus driver: show me your card.
boy: i wouldnt use coins if i had my card.
bus driver: no card, you're not a student.
boy: wait.
*runs up t his friend, borrows a student pass*
bus driver: is this yours
boy: no, its my friend's.
bus driver: im confiscating it.
boy: WHY
bus driver: illegal use of others' identity card.
boy: im not even using it, im just trying t verify that im a student, we're school mates.
bus driver: im confiscating it.
boy: look, im a student, and if that card doesnt suffice, i'll pay the adult fare, thats all.
bus driver: talk t my manager (bus drivers have managers?!)
boy: and where might he be
bus driver: at the interchange
random person: Oi uncle, i rushing t work you know!
boy: i dont have all the time in the world. you took the money AND the card. and now you want me t go down t the office?
bus driver: talk t my manager (enough with the popstar shit already.)
boy: okay fine.

seems like they do have a policy against borrowing your friend's identity cards. well pengho has t wait five more working days before he gets his card back. or not. im sorry, pengho. ><

after the incident i couldnt have felt worse. all that, over 60 cents. am i being too judgemental, or is the system effing rigid.

anyway. tampines was where i wanted t go, t have my ears pierced, again. both, this time. (it hurt the second time, though.) apparently i had t purchase a standard ticket, and whilst i was doing so, a man came up t me. middle-aged. speaks retardo tongue- basically speaks like a retard.

man: ehh can you help me, i need go serangoon ah, but i no enough money, and i dont know how t go..
i decided t be nice. as usual.
me: okay. i help you check.
~searched for serangoon, bought him a $2.70 ticket, inclusive of $1 deposit.
me: okay we're at bedok now, first you have t alight at cityhall, then change train, and alight at dhoby ghaut before changing again, okay?
man: okay okay.
me: after you're at serangoon you can put this card in the machine and you'll get back a dollar deposit, okay?
man: okay okay.

i took my own ticket and went in. this was when i realised he didnt enter the station, but rather, talked t the man at the control station. shortly after which he left. i was curious; i asked.

me: what did the guy who was here just now ask you about?
guy: oh, he wanted t refund his serangoon standard ticket, he pressed it wrongly.
me: you mean you can actually do that?
guy: yup, if its still unused.
me: oh-kay..

so i got cheated. of course i did explore the possibilities of him cheating me, still i gave him the benefit of the doubt.

it was just a matter of dollars. still.

that wickscoundrelosfrofuciuslousassswipe CHEATED ME.


seriously, does walking around with a pillow really make me such an easy target? ><

whatever happened t conscience. this blog should be renamed-
consciencedoesntexist.blogspot.com.