wrinkled ball-less swindler
NO i'm not refering to myself. The public commuters of SMRT and i were really disturbed by this insane indian man. Especially ME. because HE DISTURBED MY SLEEP! i was seriously tired from work..showing potential guests around the resort and running errands. Anyway...the train ride started from harbourfront. I immediately dozed off into sleep with my Ipod on the moment i sat down in the train. I think after stopping at chinatown, that insane man started talking really loudly...and ITS REALLY LOUD. So loud that i could even hear clearly what he was saying with my ear phones on. Usually, i wont be able to hear anyone sitting beside me talk clearly with my ear phones on because it kinds of cuts out most of the external sound as it goes inside the ear canal. No he wasnt sitting beside me, prob 4 or 5 seats away and i could hear every single word he was saying. that motherfucker woke me up...i wasnt the only one he disturbed. Damn it...i really needed the sleep and rest and he just had to spoil it.
Initially i thought he was scolding someone over the phone because he was talking about morales (hah!) and some other stuff which i forgot. BUT NO....he was giving us a long story telling session because i actually asked the guy sitting beside me if that mad man was on the phone and he said no. That MAD MAN was bad mouthing about everything, from the Government of Singapore, particularly LKY, politics in the past, expatriates working here, how indians and malays are indirectly being discriminated because he sees that there are more successful chinese men out there and the former ethnic groups are not given equal chances or opportunities. At the same time...he was being sour about the caucasians. There were also SENSITIVE topics such as religion...omg he thinks he knows the bible, kuran and other books inside out....he mentioned something about why God gave men two balls and why do they have to be castrated. LIKE WTF?!?!??! He seemed so sour...as though he had his balls castrated for some reasons...
So he started his "speech" from chinatown. Actually i couldnt really tell if he was talking to us because he was looking down, probably at his ball-less dick, and sitted with his arm folded. At first i couldnt be bothered with him and decided to attempt going back to sleep...but nooo....he just kept talking and talking even louder. I couldnt believe this, i actually saw a SMRT staff walk past the insane man and didnt bother to do anything about that man. He was probably too intimidated by his loudness and alighted at the next stop.
Initially, the guy, his gf and i were contemplating whether to jus leave him alone. However, i jus couldnt take it anymore after abt 4 stops because i couldnt tolerate his bloody FAKE british accent and the sensitive topics he brought up. Therefore, i took a deep breath and raised my voice telling him to SHUT THE FUCK UP. Well, i suggested to him to head to a public speaking corner to voice out his views and he was afraid to lending up in jail. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! CHICKEN SHIT! So i told him that if he's so afraid...then all the more he should just shut the fuck up because the police can still arrest him for making false accusations without prove. Or maybe have a talk with LKY and his ministers over coffee at the istana. i'm sure that can be arranged...with him chained up. Ahh...and this went on for a few mins and he was aruguing like a kid for a brief moment cos he was calling me names to shut me up. what a loser. He was still looking at his crotch while talking to me.
What a train ride home, it was fucked up because i couldnt sleep. However it was quite satisfying as well, because i managed to shut him up by telling him that everyone in the train must be thanking god he isnt a politician and calling him a pussy and chicken ball-less dickhead at the same time. Come to think about it...that makes no sense...
hmmmm....
Initially i thought he was scolding someone over the phone because he was talking about morales (hah!) and some other stuff which i forgot. BUT NO....he was giving us a long story telling session because i actually asked the guy sitting beside me if that mad man was on the phone and he said no. That MAD MAN was bad mouthing about everything, from the Government of Singapore, particularly LKY, politics in the past, expatriates working here, how indians and malays are indirectly being discriminated because he sees that there are more successful chinese men out there and the former ethnic groups are not given equal chances or opportunities. At the same time...he was being sour about the caucasians. There were also SENSITIVE topics such as religion...omg he thinks he knows the bible, kuran and other books inside out....he mentioned something about why God gave men two balls and why do they have to be castrated. LIKE WTF?!?!??! He seemed so sour...as though he had his balls castrated for some reasons...
So he started his "speech" from chinatown. Actually i couldnt really tell if he was talking to us because he was looking down, probably at his ball-less dick, and sitted with his arm folded. At first i couldnt be bothered with him and decided to attempt going back to sleep...but nooo....he just kept talking and talking even louder. I couldnt believe this, i actually saw a SMRT staff walk past the insane man and didnt bother to do anything about that man. He was probably too intimidated by his loudness and alighted at the next stop.
Initially, the guy, his gf and i were contemplating whether to jus leave him alone. However, i jus couldnt take it anymore after abt 4 stops because i couldnt tolerate his bloody FAKE british accent and the sensitive topics he brought up. Therefore, i took a deep breath and raised my voice telling him to SHUT THE FUCK UP. Well, i suggested to him to head to a public speaking corner to voice out his views and he was afraid to lending up in jail. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! CHICKEN SHIT! So i told him that if he's so afraid...then all the more he should just shut the fuck up because the police can still arrest him for making false accusations without prove. Or maybe have a talk with LKY and his ministers over coffee at the istana. i'm sure that can be arranged...with him chained up. Ahh...and this went on for a few mins and he was aruguing like a kid for a brief moment cos he was calling me names to shut me up. what a loser. He was still looking at his crotch while talking to me.
What a train ride home, it was fucked up because i couldnt sleep. However it was quite satisfying as well, because i managed to shut him up by telling him that everyone in the train must be thanking god he isnt a politician and calling him a pussy and chicken ball-less dickhead at the same time. Come to think about it...that makes no sense...
hmmmm....
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