Face it. It’s Inevitable. You can’t travel with your car forever.
Car’s in the workshop, you’re attending an event where roads will be blocked, carpark rates going at 3 pathetic bucks/ hr. You have absolutely no choice but to travel public. I did, and it’s bloody refreshing.
Time for preparation before you head out would usually take longer, you’re suddenly acquainted with the fact that people you travel along with will somehow lay an eye on you, checking you out when you step into a bus/train. Not because I’m hot, but because they’re so totally bored with the journey they will simply stare at you as if you’re one of their subject of forensic investigation. You’ve got more things to pack – iPod, a book, some water, sunnies & a whole load of rubbish just so you might be bored along the journey. You make sure the t-shirt you’re wearing is decent – no holes, no stretched collar, no smell. The perpetual “last-check” moment before you leave house, because you didn’t want to miss anything out.
Taking the train suddenly became a chore, looking at the ever-expanding network of stations. No longer the experience during secondary school days where only the straightforward N-S / E-W line exist. You suddenly find yourself relearning a whole lexicon of new MRT terminologies.
Getting an EZ-Link card:
‘Hello! Can I get a card from you?’, I said
‘What card?’
‘The train card, the one you use to scan’, explaining with a mind trying to remember the right name for the card.
‘Oh, you mean EZ-Link card ah? How come you don’t have?’, the lady replied with a WTF look on her face.
‘Cause I never needed one until today’
‘Zzzzzzzz…..’
Lady snatched the money, threw me the card and I walked off.
The whole Mass Rapid Transit system might be going on a perpetual evolution with time, but something strikingly didn’t – The idiotic manners & etiquette of Singaporeans. There I went into the train, 1st person i saw upon entering, was a pregnant lady standing up & holding on to her “what seems to be time to give birth” tummy. Struggling to stable herself. I instinctively looked across the priority seats, 2 old ladies (ok, pardonable), 1 sleeping beauty and 1 bloke who looked like he had never missed a match of world cup since it’s opening – painfully sleepy. Oh well, i’m none the better. Because I did what most Singaporean would – Couldn’t be bothered. Held on to the pole, took out my book and started reading.
Next station, came next to me, was a lady with a ponytail. Just when the train started moving, she leaned her whole body onto the pole, completely oblivious to my hand that was my only anchor to the train. Annoyed, I moved my hands upwards. And she can’t keep her head still, swerving left & right as if she was practicing for her impending dance lesson; and so, the brushing of her hair against my hand. FUCK ME. I shifted to the doors.
What better place than a train will you be able to see the most hideous fashion statements amongst commuters – Chinese lady with a trench coat & a furred hood. WTF? Malay bloke with a beanie & was perspiring so much the rim of the beanie was wet. WTF? 16-ish sheepish looking girl with red eye-shadow & red contact lenses. WTF? A gay with sleeveless t-shirt so tight his nipple might just be piercing thru the bloody wrap on him. WTF?
Of cause! What goes up, must come down. There’s always a flipside to things.
Bus trip to AMK MRT + Train Trip to City Hall + Train Trip back to AMK + Bus back home only cost me less than 5 bucks! If I had driven today to wherever I was suppose to. Petrol would have costed me 20bucks + the carparking fees. Damn I’m such a super saver, for today. 
Anyhow! Gonna be a few more days of public transport before I’m back to status quo. Maybe I might get all used to public transport and go absolutely green without a car.
Nah. Not gonna happen 
<3,
KinG!
