was in the midst of a bus transition at dover when this shabbily dressed old man sitting across me caught my eye. after a while, he reached into the head-hole of his shirt and pulled out a name tag that hung loosely around his neck by a string. there was a paper inserted with many wordings but since i was opposite him, i couldnt decipher the seemingly microscopic words. he showed the indian lady in front of him the card. in shock and fear, she ignorantly shook her head and continued looking straight without even turning to look at him. after a few more stops, another chinese lady came and took the seat next to the indian one. again, the old man reached for his tag and approached the lady. she too got a shock and shook her hand irritatingly at him. she jerked her head back a second time to scorn at the state he was in before settling uncomfortably at The Seat.

rejected, the 'se lang'-looking old man sunk deep into his seat.

the bus is approaching dover mrt. i still am looking at that old man, wondering if i'll ever be a 'target' for him to terrorise. oh no...he's reaching for that tag again. shoots don't pick me! please no no please please dont come to me. i'm innocent; God help me! ok hold on. did he just glance at me? ok no, NO. it's just my imagination, right? besides, i'm dressed for trg; how attractive can i be. crap. he's taking a step forward. oh shit shit shit SHIT. he's coming towards me! i'm breaking out in cold sweat. shit what do i do? oh no; God HELP. he stretches out his palm with the tag on top. ok chill. no big deal eh? i'm just gonna read whatever's on it and if he ever does anything funny, hey. i'll just grab the guy's hand next to me =D ok so curiosity overwhelms me and i lean forward to read the card;

Lee Mock Ting*
S8990384K*
23 Dover Road
Blk 34 #094-56
S(573953)*

wow what neat handwriting. ok focus. didnt we just pass that place? no oh no. where's dover?? it sounds flowerly familiar! ok fine i give up this game. "Sorry excuse me..." i say to the lady next to me as i point to the card the guy was holding. "ohh. uncle guo le. uhh di di dao(hokkien for it's there" the lady responses as she points behind. "orh" he grunts as he staggers out of the bus.

haha. ok basically that incident(today)lasted for abt..7min. but that few mins seemed like yrs. and through the few mins i saw how ugly a singaporean can be and how beautiful she can be. i detest that old man's children ... it's just like a dog walking around with its (dog) label. and when he gets lost, others can bring it back to its owner by looking at the address on the tag. ?! what were his kids thinking about?

on to other stuff, we played jigsaw at teo's place! tricia's a 'genuis'. hahaha :)
today's trg was...scary. unexpected. pressurizing.

*they arent true. i did not even look at the words properly actually