Living on the Edge

You'd think that our MRT trains are safe. Especially now that there's an ongoing campaign against terrorism, specifically, against anything that looks "suspicious". The poster shows a harmless yellow coloured backpack.

They might as well add a NO SUSPICIOUS OBJECTS sign right next to the NO SMOKING and NO EATING signs.

I mean, if trains are safe from even harmless looking backpacks, then you'd expect them to be safe from all sorts of other menaces, right?

Wrong.

And I found out for myself today.

Apparently, crazy women are allowed onto trains too. Yup, discriminate against yellow backpacks, but not against crazy minahs with heavily tattooed boyfriends.

Maybe it was our fault. Mer used to say that I'd get both of us into trouble if I kept behaving the way I did on the trains.. you know, doing seal impressions and making fun of the people sitting opposite us...

Maybe we shouldn't have said that there was a guy with a lot of tattooes sitting behind us.

And maybe we shouldn't have been so loud.

But she suddenly started yelling at us. (I couldn't make out what she was saying at first. I think it was something like what are you talking about or who are you talking about or something. ) We were shocked, to say the least. I mean, how are you supposed to react when this fat girlfriend starts yelling at you in the train? I think she was kinda egged on by the baffled looks on our faces, and she almost wanted to get up.

I seriously can't remember, I was in shock.

Anyway, my friends ended up apologizing for saying "nothing". I was still too much in shock to react. Before we knew it, they were dashing outta the carriage.

Hey man, if you think i'm going to wait for 5 minutes for the next train just because some crazy woman kicked one of us "in the shin" and starts yelling incoherent stuff in the misconception that she's "standing up for her man", think again.

So we ran back into the carriage in front.

I've come of age! My first almost-fight!

I'm totally living on the edge.

Now that I think of it, I kinda wish I had gone crazy too. Started yelling and exchanging blows with that drunken b*tch.

Nah.

I'm a law-abiding Singapore citizen even though I could have fought in a public place. (If I hadn't been so shocked.)

But, maybe next time, they could add NO CRAZY GIRLFRIENDS and maybe NO GOSSIPING KAYPOH KIDS to the other signs on the train...

Maybe. But I'd really miss being spastic on the train.

Two Dreams

I had two dreams about my mom.

I
My mom was in a car accident.
There was lots of blood everywhere.
I tried to clean it up with one of those super industrial size kinds of mops.
The long, thin ones.
I mopped my mom's head off.


II
My mom gave birth to a turtle/tortoise.
It's eye popped out when it came out.
It pecked at its' own eye.
My mom accidentally smashed the eye with her hand.
I had to put the eye in a petri dish and take the turtle-thing for it's bath in the river.
The turtle swam out of the milkbottle which I had put it in.
I couldn't save the turtle because the water was too murky.
I had to go back to my mom empty handed.

I hate dreams.

My dear voyeuristic fans.

Pardon me for my long absence.

I shall have a super blogging session today to make up for it

:)

lotsa love,
elysa.

p.s. actually, i retract the apology. If you have so much time to read my blog, why don't you go and get a life instead if living vicariously through MINE.