Life in Singapore Part 3

It has been awhile since I expose the ugliness of Singaporeans, or some other aliens (these days I can't really tell). I remember I started a blog on the ugly Singaporeans awhile ago, but due to technological constraints and my laziness, I can't really take good photos. But today I did take some good photos. Of the strange and unexplained behaviours of the fellow human beings living on the same island as I do.

I was in town. An the town seemed to house the most interesting people alive. Of course, I could be one of the weirdos, none-the-less I believe one mountain taller than another mountain.

Take this for example, although it was not very clear from the picture, it is actually a man setting a up a stall to tell people's fortune using tarot cards. It was not professionally done. At least, gain some credibility by using better props. The sign "Tarrot Cards" was badly written on a vanguard sheet. Maybe the most striking thing about that guy was his image. He got that gipsy image.

"Come come, cross my palm with a 10 dollar note and I will cast your fortune before your eyes."

The MRT offers one of the best cinematic dramas.



The lady, with the back facing us, obviously has some problem with the concept of "Personal Space". Before I make such bold insights on human funny behaviours, this lady in black DO NOT know the guy just in front of her. How I know? I went into the train at the same time with her. And that guy was already in the cabin. I observed there was no contact whatsoever between them two. The story starts......

The moment she went in, she looked at that guy's newspaper. She rudely lifted that guy's newspaper and tried to read the front page. That guy was nice and continued to let her read. If it was me, I would glared her to death. Then she stood SOOOOOOOOOOO close to that guy, that one would mistake them for a couple. Seriously, I guarantee that they DO NOT know each other. She was reading her own newspaper and her newspaper was ON that guy. You know how newspapers are. The top part of the pages will go flimsy should you hold the lower part of the pages. Yup, the flimsy part of her newspaper was on that guy. So rude right?

The guy in blue.

At first, I decided to give him a miss. But he was the ultima for the day. It started with him running across the platform at Raffles Place and knocking me. Nevermind about the knocking part. He was literally shuttle-running across without a care for others' safety. I mean, unless if its death or life situation, what's the harm of waiting for another train?

Nevermind.

Then he rudely tried to shove into the cabin and gestured his friend to join him at his little comforty corner. How he asked his friend to join? After shoving into his little corner, he sort of motioned us to give way to his friend. Shit him. Its very crowded and I have no wish to move. I ignored him. I guessed his friend was also cringing in embarassment, that he rejected THIS GUY'S invitation to the little comforty corner.