13.Apr.2010 I’m nice, really

Yes. Realleh. It’s teh truth. Stop looking at me with those eyes and that quirked eyebrow and that smirk. I am nice, despite the things that my table-mates say. (HAH! YES! I’m refusing to call you friends for fun. YOU ARE TABLE-MATES! FOR THIS SENTENCE!)

But sometimes my niceness can be tested and I become either bloody sarcastic, bitchy, angry, or flippant. And in today’s case….. An old lady, ok lah, maybe not old lady (I can’t remember her face – which is good, because it’ll probably piss me off if I can still see her bloody face), but some old auntie, was bloody rude to us as we (the ASK aka Anti-Social Kias) took the bus to Dhoby ’cause we wanted to play LAN.

When we first boarded the 171 bus, it was extremely empty, and luckily (or not so luckily as the case turned out to be), we got the four-seater seats at the front. We listened to our music and just chilled out for the ride, when all of a sudden, this old auntie (whom appeared out of nowhere) started yelling at us, saying that these are the seats for the disabled people and what shit.

Thing is, I have absolutely no problems giving up my seat to you, but seriously. WHAT THE FUCK? Why can’t you be nicer about it? Why the bloody hell are you yelling at us and giving us that bloody irritated look like we saw you and purposely chose not to give up our seats?

AND HALLO. Who the hell are you that we would bloody fucking care? As in care to spite you because you’re some big shot? Sure, there’s a sign that says to give up your seats to the elderly, pregnant, young and disabled, but dude. Seriously. It’s not like we saw you right? And from the way you talk, it was like we shouldn’t have even sat on those “precious” seats in the first place. Should we have left it empty so that those precious empty seats would have been the first thing you saw when you got up the bus? So that you could have sat on them immediately? Just for you?

I’m sorry but it’s just so……… WTF.

And one more thing. Just because we’re wearing earphones and listening to our music, it. Does. Not. Mean. That. We cannot hear you bitching about us. Right in front of our fucking faces too. After being unwarrantedly rude, you proceed to be bitchy and then question our nationality! What the fuck? I don’t look like a Singaporean is it?

And even if I do so unfortunately happen to not look like a Singaporean (*inserts sarcastic voice* oh noes I have to ask my parents whether or not I was adopted!), you’re not being very nice speculating about our nationality, or judging people based on their looks. Yes. That’s what you did.

Not only that, you talk loudly about us in front of our friends. (YES she chased two of us away, but she forgot… There were still TWO more in that four-seater seat. Dumbass.) Something about us having to integrate into the society despite coming from a faraway land.

Despite your advanced age, please note that it does not let you get away with shitty behavior like this. Old is old, but that shouldn’t let you get away with things. Are people supposed to let you get away with things if you happened to be old? What if…. You did something like, you murdered someone. Am I supposed to say, “Aiyah, nevermind lah, old people mah.” ? Am I? Am I am I am I?

I violently protest that.

And to further worsen the matter, you stepped on JY’s feet. WHAT THE FUCK LOLOLOLOL. YOU’RE AN OLD LADY, WHICH BY DEFINITION, SHOULD MEAN THAT YOU’RE NICE AND KIND. It’s damn funny that you can deliberately choose to do something like that. It’s like, WTF yo you just used violence. O.O *flails*. And you did it TWICE. Not just once. =______=

If you seriously didn’t expect a reaction (from randomly steppping on people’s feet because you’re menopausal and bitchy), then you must have come from another planet. So the reaction?

Errrrr well…. He kind of kicked her back.

(@ . @) *stunned expression*

Um.

Yeah.

I know right?

An old lady.

He kicked an old lady. Oh my god, the more I think about it, the funnier it gets. He kicked an old lady. He kicked an old lady. He. Kicked. An. Old. Lady. LOLOLOL WTF ROFLMAOCOPTER *dies from laughing*.

And then the old lady started ranting about no jia jiao (meaning: family didn’t bring you up properly, no manners etc), which, btw, doesn’t work on him yah! And then he went, “I think that old lady has dementia.”

It’s so LOL-worthy right? Hehe. Anyway.

The moral of this story?
Whomever said that old ladies were kind, nice, big-hearted people who knitted sweaters for you darling cute kiddies and gave you candies? They lied to you.

The truth:
Old ladies are creepy ninja feet stepping psychopaths.