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MRT horror strikes!!

today has to be the most trouble i've ever experienced ever in my entire life. having had close to no sleep the previous night and my handphone being dead ( spoil liao), i knew getting jeremy to hop on at serangoon was not going to be easy. and it proved so. i left hougang and reached serangoon. jeremy wasnt at cabin 12 so i got off. having no phone i wait and wait like a dumbass down there. at 2 o clock i know this has to be wrong so i tap out and use 10 cents to call him. "daaaym im at orchard dude!!, okay ill wait here for you". so i get back and tap back into the NEL. like screw adult fare man! dammit its half an hour past the time we agreed to meet at.

so... i get down the escalator and get onto the next train. yes alright im on my way to dhoby ghaut to change trains! w00t. so i fall asleep. but before i sleep in a dream like state already i hear the words "boon cock". and i said eh how come boon keng sounds like buangkok?? i dunno if i spelt the stations right but who gives a shit anway. so i go to sleep. next thing i know im at fuckin Sengkang!?!?! so i get off and im like.. what the ****. ( fill in with any vulgarity you like). so i get on the NEL once more and head to good ol dhoby ghaut!

then... the next thing i know and realise, here i am at fuckin outram park!?!?!?!? and i was once again like.. ah what the ****? so i get off and walk over to the red line trains. so here i am waiting for the train to take me to city hall. and then at city hall i have to change again to get to orchard. and while standing there i kinda thought i think i was sitting on the mrt head resting on the back of the seat, probably drooling or mouth agape, looking like a fucking retard down there. but nevermind because i didnt realise it soon enough to be concious. and meanwhile theres jeremy waiting at orchard with no clue in heaven where the heck i am.

now this is what i call mrt horror!! and when on the way to orchard liao, after taking 5 different trains, im standing there and this couple get on at raffles place. and their all like, hee hee no your pretty. no you are. oh hee hee. then the bloody train starts moving and they come tumbling into me and i hit the mother behind me. and she tells her son, "wahlau dont even know how to say sorry!". because i didnt really care, i was too busy trying to stay awake standing up. and i have to say even that is difficult.

aiya anyway, finally met jeremy. seriously i need to get my phone repaired. but if any kind soul wanna lend some chak chak one please be my guest, heh heh. bollocks. anyway all that free time, got me thinking about the future again. and i came up with a vision. everyone will be overweight and the human species will turn into one like the ogres. why you ask?

just look around man. the graphics in games are getting so good. the whole term sport will entirely be Electronic sooner or later. therefore there is no real reason to play sports anymore. just buy an xbox33 by then and play a soccer game with your friends. or log in online and play with people from brazil. isnt that cooler than playing at braddel heights will kids that kick your shins? tennis will also lose out and these virtual players will look so good, we could have sharapova versus sharapova. and then the whole match would just be like "UGH... UGHUGH... UGHUGH... UGHUGH... UGHUGH... UGHUGH... UGHUGH... UGHUGH... UGHUGH... UGHUGH... UGHUGH... UGH..." you couple this with the whole teleporting stuff and instant food and shit, we aint gonna do anything. we'd just build robots to do everything. we'd become fat, yes very fat. and we'd become so fat that we'd be like fat bastard from austin powers. then we'd be so big that we couldnt ever mate. and so the human race will become extinct!!! and robots will take over the world!

dammit, why dont the futurologists think of this. nobody takes me serious...

okay lyric time.

You're the echoes of my everything,
You're the emptiness the whole world sings at night.
You're the laziness of afternoon,
You're the reason why I burst and why I bloomed..
You're the leaky sink of sentiment,
You're the failed attempts I never could forget.
You're the metaphors I can't create to comprehend this curse that I call love..
- motion city soundtrack