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Excuse Me, Excuse Me.

I account my lack of activity here in the previous weeks to the World Cup...

But I just had to pen down this entry, perhaps to make myself feel better? Yes, you must have guessed it - to complain. *lol* I just fend myself from a woman "dying" to get off the bus. She repeatedly said "Excuse me, excuse me", although there was no where I could have moved to "excuse her"... It was a crowded bus. We were one traffic light away from the bus-stop she was going to alight. I had the feeling she was thinking, "I said the magic word, you are supposed to disappear, why are you still here?".

The fact that three gentlemen who took three separate outer seats (one of them taking two seats for himself while he comfortably enjoy his morning papers) did not help much in managing the crowded situation. Especially when a woman was "guarding" the way to those seats. I think she can interview for the post of Guard-of-Honour at Istana or even at the Buckingham Palace! She stood there like a block! I wanted to go warm up those empty seats but alas, I couldn't get past her, erm and some other people before her. As usual, at the front end of the bus, some people were cramping at the stairs, while others were unable to board.

I wished I could have the guts to turn around and tell the Excuse-me-woman these, "Okay madam, but please be patient and wait for awhile, till we reach the bus-stop and those in front have alighted before I can "excuse you" and let you pass." Then again, its a Tuesday morning, there's lotsa work to be done, I don't want to make a big hoo-haa and spoil everyone's day. I am satisfied with this rambling now. =)

Oh, btw where was I? Lack of sleep... hmmm... World Cup. Yah, probably continue to have lack of activity here for the next few weeks... hmmm...

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