Dry Spell. And Transport Woes.

Yes. Dry spell.
So I'm putting a photo of the view from my window.


A Misty morning.


Sometimes torrents of thoughts just flood over. But it always happens when I'm turning in, or when I'm outside. Stoning on the train.
Train...
That reminds me.
Recently spooked on a public bus.
Boarded 854 to work one morning.
In front of me is a lady, probably in her 30s or 40s.
Behind me is an old ah ma.
Bus was warm. Sigh. Think many bus drivers suffered under the hands of commuters and would love to get back at them whenever there is an opportunity.
Well. Then ah ma started to sing some.. Cantonese/Teochew/Hokkien Opera. Can't decipher dialects to save my live, unfortunately.
To add on to my bothered mind and simmering body, the lady in front of me started to pluck at something. In her hair.
Plucking real hard, like there's something stuck on her scalp.
Now I'm really starting to get sick.
She looked like she had just washed her curly locks... WHATS IN HER HAIR?! Stop plucking dirt/pimples.. whatever! in front of my face. I definitely mean it Literally. Her mysterious whatever and wet hair were near my face. I tried not to look. But i simply could not tear my eyes off her appalling act. I think she turned her head slightly once or twice. Perhaps to check if anyone had caught her in action.
YES mdm. I witnessed it. With my two horrified, traumatised eyes.

And the ah ma is still singing.(not that I have anything against people singing in public, we used to do that.. haha)combined with musty air, reluctant air-conditioners.
Odd atmosphere. And almost puke inducing. Especially the digging-at-her-hair lady.
Certain things should be done in private. Behind closed doors. PLEASE!

Sometimes, taking public transport can be so nightmarish.

I've seen cockroaches of various sizes, enjoying free bus rides. (the audacity! They should be made to purchase ezlink cards.With more profits, hopefully they'll stop having fare hikes)

I've seen a boy dig his nose on a bus and dabbing his conquests on the pole. People. Watch those poles.

I've seen a lady dig her nose in a cab. At least I didn't see her dab stuff on the seats. (that's cos my bus and her cab began to move at different pace)

I've seen a man dilligently remove oil from his face and smear it on the bus window.
Its nighttime sire, There's no need to tint your windows...

I've seen people cut their nails on the bus. JUST STOP IT.

And this one absolutely I love- my ex-colleague once saw a woman putting on lipstick on the bus. Nothing wrong. Until the bus jerked and the lipstick found its way into her nostrils. *guffaws* Classic.

Besides the hygiene problem.
I personally was haunted by loads of frustrations. Meanwhile I'm trying very hard not to burst any vessels. Not too bad lately. I have to accept the fact that I can only afford public transport. So i'll have to accept that its a public sphere, subjected to public use/abuse. I have to accept that others have different habits from myself. OH and of cos i'll have to accept the very reasonable fare hike.

So, moral of the story.
If you think that you need to go Shaolin temple or some nunnery to train and cultivate yourself, think again.
Just take the public transport everyday.

Well, seems like I do have something to complain about afterall.