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Monday, May 02, 2005
A Disgusted Trip to Bukit Panjang Plaza
[Firstly, like to say sorry if you're not expecting anything new. Cos I just HAVE to blog this down. it's too... dramatic! anything, isn't it great? u got something new here to read, or else why r u here? haha~]
it was an attempt to get out of my stuffy house to try to breathe some outside world air. there's something sick about the air in my room. don't know why. i can't sleep in my room in the afternoon without waking up having a bad headache. or perhaps it's due to the fact that i've slept too much recently.
i woke up at 12pm today by the way.
*ops* anyway, back to the topic. the trip. yes, the trip. my mother conveniently asked me to get breakfast and some drinks back home. haha~ no la, i'm not complaining abt her. it's perfectly alright for me to run some errands for my parents since i'm such a filial son. *ops* did that sound very fake? haha~
some drinks, she did tell me initially, but she did specify "orange juice will be nice." mm~ okiez. need to go NTUC after. heck. shall do that after i shopped all the way from the highest level to the basement. saw that there's actually a new instalment to the Doraemon series. no no, it's not the Doraemon-Z series, it's the original Doraemon series, but the short stories in this new Doraemon-Plus series are stories yet to be released in the original 45 books (which i collected). Damn, i had to get them. and yup, that's what i did.
ate KFC. the $2.95 label was screaming out at me to eat it. and i had to. i'm a slut for cheap stuff, even tho it still costs me money.
went to NTUC for the drinks and hopefully to get my copy of FIRST for this month there. saw that there were actually FOUR collector's STAR WARS covers. so people, if u decide to buy the magazine and decide to give it away after u're done wif it, SELL THEM TO ME, i'll gladly buy them for $3 each. price negotiable. by the way, don't get the yoda cover. :)
well, after i got my orange juice, i proceeded to queue up to pay for my stuff. that's when the drama began...
I'M INVISIBLE
just when i started daydreaming while waiting for my turn (who doesn't?), a 20-something knocked me out of it. and before i managed to react to the situation, a 5-year-old proceeded to step on my already-wounded ankle! i didn't know how he did it, i just knew at that moment a boy was screaming and running from behind me on the left to behind me on the right (imagine those theatrical DOLBY videos demonstrating the wonders of stereo effects), immediately after that, a stabbing pain was in the meat of my left ankle! OUCH! i could nothin else except stare at the boy as he disappeared into the aisle, still screaming.
PRETENDING TO BE A FATHER
THEN, (yesh the drama continued) i placed my stuff (a pack of orange juice and a FIRST magazine, if u can't recall) on the movable travellor. suddenly the uncle who queued up behind me threw his own stuff onto the travellor too, and his bunch of bananas fell onto my magazine. i looked at the bananas and wanted to shift them away, but felt it was a bit rude, and i tot he wud automatically shift them away when i was about to pay for my stuff. so i waited. waited. no response. continued waiting until it was really my turn to pay, and the cashier lady asked me as she pointed to the bananas and the uncle's stuff, "together?" at that moment of time, the uncle was happily standing very closely behind me, pretending to be my father and not said a single word. apparently he was looking away at that moment, pretending not to hear a word from the cashier. i was so shocked and angry that i blared out "no, the bananas are his, and he is not related to me!" he still did not give any response. the cashier lady looked at me, and then at him. a moment of silence. then she proceeded to scan only my stuff, wif a shocked face may i add. after my payment, i overheard him trying to get the cashier lady to explain to him how come his things were so expensive. i snorted loudly before i walked away, piting the lady at the same time.
MEGA-WATT SMILES
my dad got me to help him buy his apple pie from my macdonalds, so i trotted my way there. as i opened the glass door to macdonald's, ten over staff members (including the manager and the cleaners) turned around and exclaimed out in joy "HI! WELCOME TO MACDONALDS!" all of them wearing megawatt smiles. wow, i was amazed. it was pretty wonderful to have such service. after i proceeded to make my order, the girl at the cashier was still wearing a very beautiful smile, handing me the plastic bag wif the apple pie WITH TWO HANDS! wow~ i was delighted and amazed.
THE DOOR DRAMA
as i turned around, a guy was struggling to get into macdonalds with two large plastic bags full of stuff in his hands. i ran up and helped him with the doors (i'm just such a kind soul). in return, he gave a mega-watt smile too and kept saying "thank you" all the way. it felt very good. and just about at that moment, an uncle tried to rush into macdonalds with me still holding the door open, and as he entered, he glanced at me sideways and proceeded to roll his eyes. some words seem to appear out from his expression "u loser, do u know u look like a bell boy?". OH MY GAWD! I SO WANT TO SLAP HIS FACE!
~IN CONCLUSION~
in a trip, less than 1 hour, i've seen the best side and the worst side in ppl. *terrible*.
*pui-pui*z,
johnzzon
it was an attempt to get out of my stuffy house to try to breathe some outside world air. there's something sick about the air in my room. don't know why. i can't sleep in my room in the afternoon without waking up having a bad headache. or perhaps it's due to the fact that i've slept too much recently.
i woke up at 12pm today by the way.
*ops* anyway, back to the topic. the trip. yes, the trip. my mother conveniently asked me to get breakfast and some drinks back home. haha~ no la, i'm not complaining abt her. it's perfectly alright for me to run some errands for my parents since i'm such a filial son. *ops* did that sound very fake? haha~
some drinks, she did tell me initially, but she did specify "orange juice will be nice." mm~ okiez. need to go NTUC after. heck. shall do that after i shopped all the way from the highest level to the basement. saw that there's actually a new instalment to the Doraemon series. no no, it's not the Doraemon-Z series, it's the original Doraemon series, but the short stories in this new Doraemon-Plus series are stories yet to be released in the original 45 books (which i collected). Damn, i had to get them. and yup, that's what i did.
ate KFC. the $2.95 label was screaming out at me to eat it. and i had to. i'm a slut for cheap stuff, even tho it still costs me money.
went to NTUC for the drinks and hopefully to get my copy of FIRST for this month there. saw that there were actually FOUR collector's STAR WARS covers. so people, if u decide to buy the magazine and decide to give it away after u're done wif it, SELL THEM TO ME, i'll gladly buy them for $3 each. price negotiable. by the way, don't get the yoda cover. :)
well, after i got my orange juice, i proceeded to queue up to pay for my stuff. that's when the drama began...
just when i started daydreaming while waiting for my turn (who doesn't?), a 20-something knocked me out of it. and before i managed to react to the situation, a 5-year-old proceeded to step on my already-wounded ankle! i didn't know how he did it, i just knew at that moment a boy was screaming and running from behind me on the left to behind me on the right (imagine those theatrical DOLBY videos demonstrating the wonders of stereo effects), immediately after that, a stabbing pain was in the meat of my left ankle! OUCH! i could nothin else except stare at the boy as he disappeared into the aisle, still screaming.
THEN, (yesh the drama continued) i placed my stuff (a pack of orange juice and a FIRST magazine, if u can't recall) on the movable travellor. suddenly the uncle who queued up behind me threw his own stuff onto the travellor too, and his bunch of bananas fell onto my magazine. i looked at the bananas and wanted to shift them away, but felt it was a bit rude, and i tot he wud automatically shift them away when i was about to pay for my stuff. so i waited. waited. no response. continued waiting until it was really my turn to pay, and the cashier lady asked me as she pointed to the bananas and the uncle's stuff, "together?" at that moment of time, the uncle was happily standing very closely behind me, pretending to be my father and not said a single word. apparently he was looking away at that moment, pretending not to hear a word from the cashier. i was so shocked and angry that i blared out "no, the bananas are his, and he is not related to me!" he still did not give any response. the cashier lady looked at me, and then at him. a moment of silence. then she proceeded to scan only my stuff, wif a shocked face may i add. after my payment, i overheard him trying to get the cashier lady to explain to him how come his things were so expensive. i snorted loudly before i walked away, piting the lady at the same time.
my dad got me to help him buy his apple pie from my macdonalds, so i trotted my way there. as i opened the glass door to macdonald's, ten over staff members (including the manager and the cleaners) turned around and exclaimed out in joy "HI! WELCOME TO MACDONALDS!" all of them wearing megawatt smiles. wow, i was amazed. it was pretty wonderful to have such service. after i proceeded to make my order, the girl at the cashier was still wearing a very beautiful smile, handing me the plastic bag wif the apple pie WITH TWO HANDS! wow~ i was delighted and amazed.
as i turned around, a guy was struggling to get into macdonalds with two large plastic bags full of stuff in his hands. i ran up and helped him with the doors (i'm just such a kind soul). in return, he gave a mega-watt smile too and kept saying "thank you" all the way. it felt very good. and just about at that moment, an uncle tried to rush into macdonalds with me still holding the door open, and as he entered, he glanced at me sideways and proceeded to roll his eyes. some words seem to appear out from his expression "u loser, do u know u look like a bell boy?". OH MY GAWD! I SO WANT TO SLAP HIS FACE!
in a trip, less than 1 hour, i've seen the best side and the worst side in ppl. *terrible*.
*pui-pui*z,
johnzzon
