Singapore, sometimes you can drive a strong man NUTS!

Today I really got the full load of Singapore. How unfortunate…

After last week’s three MRT breakdowns, SMRT Corporation has still not been able to return to normal service. So when I had to go to my school today, I decided to take the bus instead of the North-South Line. However, going on from there I took the train from Toa Payoh to Bugis. Side note: it was far off from any peak hours. During peak hours, trains don’t operate at all lately.
I waited more than five minutes for my train, which was unbearably packed and moved ridiculously slow (this is because the operator still hasn’t found the reason for the breakdown so they are carrying on with care) taking more than three minutes for the <1km journey from Orchard to Somerset. I transferred at City Hall interchange, where I had to wait another six minutes for my Green Line train to arrive, which was equally slow and packed already and now became a squeezing nightmare because in the meantime another red line train had spat out lots of people who wanted to transfer. I got in last, and got off at the next station, Bugis, where the doors open on the opposite site as where I had gotten in – Jackpot! So I had to squeeze past all the usual retards who cling to the pole in the middle of the doorway like Mufasa clung to that tree, and who look at you like nothing pisses them off as much as you getting off while they refuse to ‘move to the center of the train’.

Getting out of that horrible train was only  part one for my destination was Bugis Street – which is actually not a good place to be if you are pissed off by crowds. I squeezed along through the fare gates with what felt like half the population of Singapore, squeezed past the Downtown Line construction site (which I can remember being there unchanged since 2008, by the way) and across the always-crowded traffic light crossing to get to Bugis Street. In there, the light suddenly went out and someone grabbed my ass (Mi Scusi!) before shortly later I queued for food and a whole bunch of – I won’t say the nationality, Ch..se – people cut the line in front of me.

Eventually having bought my food and met up with my friend I took a short stroll through Bugis Junction where my 7-Eleven umbrella broke literally to pieces only 24 hours after I had bought it before I headed back home. Naturally, I didn’t want to take an SMRT train anymore, which from Bugis to Serangoon is unavoidable. So I went to the bus stop which was crowded like shit as well and the last thing I could bear with now was crowded bus stops or crowded buses. So I opted to walk over to Little India station in the rain (refer to ‘broken umbrella’ above.) Except for the walk home from Serangoon station being even more rainy, nothing bad happened from there on. Luckily…

I am a very patient man who to enrage is extremely difficult and who can control his anger to a wide extent. But today this city drove me so nuts I was short of just punching someone in the face.