Random Thoughts

Since I do work also let people say, don't do work also let people say, I'll choose the latter. Save my energy for the day. Not like give people early, he will be grateful for the lead time.

Noooooo, all the more he will forget that you have long passed to him and will just conclude that "Mel got no time to do work." (Diu Na Seng)

So, Mel decides that she really got no time to do her work because she wants to engross herself in Timbaland's "Apologise" while pondering the thoughts of life.

Caution: I'm in a stinking bad mood and am close to spitting venom so beware of this post.

Mel's random thought of the day:

How Old Is Old Enough To Be Given A Seat On The Train?

Ya, we know the blah blah blahs. After we manage to snag a good seat to rest our poor feet, can finally whip out the PSP to continue on that exciting game segment, everyone's dreaded nightmares come sashaying in and holy shit, stand right in front of you. Yeah, I call them the 3 furies - (the Pregnant Bitch, the Wobbly Bones, and the Baby Boomer.)

Our mummies, daddies and even the retarded hao gong ming book teach us one common thing - must give up seat to the 3 furies.

The Pregnant Bitch - Lugging around a huge ass tummy ain't no easy job. Your varicose veins pop out, you get back aches and worse of all, there are a limited variety of positions of which you can fuck for the next nine months (provided of course, your husband isn't so turned off that he's screwing his secretary instead). Fine, we'll pity you and let you have the seat. After all, if you fall, it's gonna get messy and nobody wants to stain their sassy Nine West or Timberland shoes because of your excess baggage.

The Baby Boomer - Some people are just so fertile, they are overpopulating the Earth with their offspring. And if that's not bad enough, they are polluting the stinking train because their imbecile kids cannot stop crying/screaming/brawling. And on top of that, you even have to give up your seat to these Baby Boomers or else they throw their babies' soiled diapers on you. Perhaps someone should tell these people that unless your genes are of top notch quality and you have both looks and brains, you shouldn't be giving birth to more than you can handle. If you can't stop the fucking, at least buy a condom or two. It's cheaper than milk bottles I assure you.


The Wobbly Bones - Ahhhh, old people. Remember those fanciful ads and posters where they encourage you to give up your seats to their elderly? Oh, such warm smiley faces. Makes you gam wan to give up your seat also. Too bad not all old people are like that. Some look like you owe them a living like that. They grab your coke cans at hawker centres before you can even finish your drink, and on the train, they also wanna grab your seat. (Well, maybe grab isn't a good word, since their movement not very fast lah, but you know what I mean. )

Now here comes my question : -

How do you define the elderly?

Do we give up our seats to the white haired? (Gee, then Daddy should take the train more often!) Do we give up our seats to the ones more wrinkly than a Sharpei? Or do we give up our seats to those who do a little jig everytime they walk?

I had been pondering over this for some time, and more so after one morning on the train where I was busy yakking on the phone and a white haired old lady walks into the train. And auto pilot kuku me immediately stood up, to offer her the seat and she being the typical grumpy old people cannot even be bothered to say thank you. Maybe experiencing the Japanese war makes them big fuck la. See, you owe them a living ok!

And then when I put down the phone, my auto pilot mode switched off and I looked at the old fart closely. She's old, confirm, maybe sixtyish but I tell you, this woman is more well preserved than a jar of giam cai lor! Her hair is almost white liao, and time has left tell-tale marks on her hands, but her face... holy shit, her face looks like late thirties or forties ok! She can be hell of a walking advertisement for anti-aging cream and those vainpot aunties will sell their soul for them. Either that, or she's Mrs Mobile Botox.

And yes, this is one healthy old fart. Pretty old fart even, in fact one of the prettiest I've seen.

So my point is - do you give up your seat to an old fart who is so obviously healthy that she's almost glowing?

What's the rationale of giving up seats to old people anyway? Because like Pregnant Bitches, they get tired easily? But heck, this woman looks like she can conquer Orchard and its numerous sale and still go chiong at night lor (She can forget about going St James though)!

Next thing about elderly is - how old is old enough to be offered a seat? 60s? 70s? My mum's in her 50s and she gets tired easily too. And heck, are some of those people REALLY old, or are they just super duper haggard that even SK II won't work on them anymore? Come to think of it, its almost like - Is this woman really pregnant or is she just plain FAT?

Fuck, I'm anemic and I have fainting spells if I stand on the train for too long so are you gonna offer me a seat too?

Thinking about all these makes taking the train such a headache.

It almost justifies taking a fucking cab instead.