Our love's electric ~

Uh yeah, why isn't anyone posting.

Its a rhetorical question, I already know the answer, but still.
If you think about it, its not a question. There's no question mark. Whut.

I've scanned all my links (well, most of them), and only one or two posted in the past two weeks, one of em' HASN'T INVITED ME (*cough* tagger on 21 january *cough*) not that it affects my life big time or anything, just saying.

Right, so I'm a few hours away from running 5 kilometres around Bedok Reservoir. Had breakfast at 7, about to buy my lunch in a few minutes. A bit nervous to be honest, never ran a cross country before. But, its okay. Experience is cool.

So, the past few days we've been in camp. It was more fun than expected. Dragon boating just killed it man, it was awesome. Even though sewage water was drank more often than not. Really lazy to list out events but basically it was enjoyable. Till Jon's robotic dance left me stunned, or as my fellow nation would like to call, "chua tio".

After the campfire I took a moral from that dance. Pointless things might be pointless, but it gets you chicks. Hell yeah. Pointless Rambles? Not so much.

When we got back to school after 3 days, I found out Track and Field had 4 new members. ASTONISHINGLY HIGH NUMBER HUH? I dont even have to mention the sarcasm for you to know I was using it. But, I've mentioned it so there you go.

But that's not the point. Since nobody wanted lunch outside, (I'm kidding, nobody wanted me there ): ) I went to the bus stop to wait for the bus back home. Just then, Bryan and Sean came towards the busstop and we chatted a little. Then we got on the bus, found seats at the back of the bus. We talked relatively loudly and laughed a lot, on a quiet bus. Till Sean answered the phone. An old man (I could use uncle but I dont like that guy) suddenly screamed at Sean. Leaving me and Bryan, once again, chua tio.

He ranted on and on about the noise we were making, directing the whole bus' attention to us. His little speech went a little like this :

"CAN YOU ALL STOP TALKING SO LOUDLY? HUH? HELLO HELLO, YOU CAN HEAR THE OTHER PERSON ON THE PHONE OR NOT? FOR THE PAST HOW LONG I CANNOT ANSWER THE PHONE BECAUSE YOU ALL KEEP TALKING AND TALKING. YOU ARE DISRUPTING THE PEACE OF THE BUS! LAUGHING AND LAUGHING, I TOLERATED YOU ALL FOR VERY LONG ALREADY."

He didn't stop there. He turned towards me and Bryan and started screaming things we didn't even know happened. Oh and you should know that there was a fellow girl school mate beside us at the time.

"YOU ALL, HOW CAN YOU SPOUT NONSENSE TALKING ABOUT UNDERWEAR IN FRONT OF A GIRL? HUH? THIS IS PUBLIC PLACE AND YOU SHOUTING ABOUT OBSCENITIES, DONT YOU FEEL ASHAMED? TALK AND TALK AND TALK AND TALK, UNTIL I CANNOT TALK. HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE?"

He then demanded us to leave the bus. We didn't, duh.

I felt apologetic somewhat, until I realised we did nothing wrong.
Firstly, the word underwear never left any of our mouths. Secondly, the girl was sleeping, using her phone. Until the old man started screaming. Have YOU thought about other people, old man? I understand, old people dont really hear properly. Thirdly, whoever said we can't talk in a public place? We can't talk on a bus? Oh please. Buses are always noisy, deal with it. If there are a bunch of teenagers on a bus, its obvious we would crack jokes and laugh and talk shit. You were once a teen, old man. Unless you were some unsociable.. person.

I'm not being bad here. He was just plain ureasonable. If you wanted to talk on the phone, give us a freagin warning first or something. Tell us politely and we'll shut up. Why just suddenly scream at us, that wont change a fucking thing.

We didnt go anywhere near the topic of underwear, and you practically just embarrased a couple of students having non-illegal fun on the bus. You made us look like uncaring perverts. The rant went on for about 5 minutes till the bus captain came up and calmed the old freagin man down.

I honestly didnt know whether to laugh or to feel angered over the whole matter. But still, it was the first time I got screamed at on a bus. FIRST TIMES FOR THE WIN.

Alright, time to get lunch. Ciao.

-Renald