Stigmatized
Cool it now. The 10 minute journey home on the public bus was mentally excruciating ; a downright torment. Ugly Singaporeans have crossed their border today. The ignominious side of my country.
I'm not the misfit kind of guy who bothers to comment on the petty lives of others. But under such circumstances, I simply knuckle under pressure and see the need to share my painful experience. Firstly, I was already suffering from a headache. Anonymous loudmouth girl simply had to gibber away on her cell with the loudest of voices. I tell you, it was the most bimbotic conversation ever. I'm no sexist, but I'm sure girls have more intelligent areas to converse about yeah?
Nope. It wasn't an intellectual well-mannered lady who spoke of current affairs or how treacherous the world is today. I wish. My psp's girly man speakers could not stop her highly-excitable voice droning away in the background. I'd strongly recommend a dose of testosterone to lower that shrill sound projected by her. I had a headache. I sat in front of her. Go figure!
Attempts to press my earphones deeper in was to no avail. Therefore I had to succumb to her ear-splitting conversation and feel my temples pounding painfully. I haven't touched on the worst part yet - the conversation was incoherent and in a ghastly mixture of english and chinese. Besides, who washes their dirty linen in public? Finally, I understand the meaning of "language campaigns" organised by the government. One thing's for sure, if I have kids, mannerism and etiquette are top notch priority. The thought of verbal disorder can be such a turn off, I can already feel my brains rotting from the insides.
Talk about noise pollution.
I'm not the misfit kind of guy who bothers to comment on the petty lives of others. But under such circumstances, I simply knuckle under pressure and see the need to share my painful experience. Firstly, I was already suffering from a headache. Anonymous loudmouth girl simply had to gibber away on her cell with the loudest of voices. I tell you, it was the most bimbotic conversation ever. I'm no sexist, but I'm sure girls have more intelligent areas to converse about yeah?
Nope. It wasn't an intellectual well-mannered lady who spoke of current affairs or how treacherous the world is today. I wish. My psp's girly man speakers could not stop her highly-excitable voice droning away in the background. I'd strongly recommend a dose of testosterone to lower that shrill sound projected by her. I had a headache. I sat in front of her. Go figure!
Attempts to press my earphones deeper in was to no avail. Therefore I had to succumb to her ear-splitting conversation and feel my temples pounding painfully. I haven't touched on the worst part yet - the conversation was incoherent and in a ghastly mixture of english and chinese. Besides, who washes their dirty linen in public? Finally, I understand the meaning of "language campaigns" organised by the government. One thing's for sure, if I have kids, mannerism and etiquette are top notch priority. The thought of verbal disorder can be such a turn off, I can already feel my brains rotting from the insides.
Talk about noise pollution.
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