zenn bites...

going public today brought about many blog-worthy incidents:

1. i'd thought that non-aircon buses are a thing of the past..but i obviously thought wrong.

just as i needed a wintery bus, one of these ancient box-on-wheels came rumbling towards me in the sweltering heat, basking in the glorious sunshine, gleefully torturing it's occupants.

the sight of the bus alone was enough to induce buckets of perspiration.


2. switching to the mrt after that sweat-trickling-down-my-back, wind-mess-up-my-hair ride on the bus, it was only natural that i ran into inconsiderate singaporeans.

as if i wasn't annoyed enough.

i was carrying a huge bag (going swim coaching, needed to bring kickboard for this session) and decided that i should sit down so that i could hide the bag under the seat so it wouldn't get in other people's way...and also coz i's tired, of course...

there was only one seat left in my carriage - a teeny tiny one between a slim woman who somehow managed to take up quite some space, and a normal-sized guy in very blue jeans who looked like he's going through a mid-life crisis, and was sitting with his legs WIDE OPEN.

i stowed my bag away nicely, and tried to glamourously slide into the seat. not only did the man not move his bloody legs, he stared at me like i was disturbing his peaceful journey.

i settled in, with difficulty..edging towards the woman as three-quarters of the man's leg stayed in my territory. i was itching to slap it.

a few minutes later, he moved...but only to lean his body closer to me, and to open his legs even wider (what's up with that?!?!?! dick so big you can't sit with your legs closed?!)

a few stops later, i realized that he was in for the long haul, and my tutting and book-slamming wasn't going to get him to close his legs...so...

i took incriminating photos (look below)...then i said:

"excuse me, do you mind?"....... though not loudly enough to embarrass him (damn!)...


3. so, i finally got his leg away from mine...and i was sitting silently, minding my own business, reading my book...when an elbow comes flying in my face, stopping just millimetres away from my delicate cheekbone.

the lady sitting beside me took her time rummaging through her handbag, totally obliviously to the danger she was posing to my vulnerable face.

that elbow came close. really close. and i came close to swatting at it. hard.