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read between the lines
checkpoint misery summarised five things i have to accept:1. people at the checkpoint (be it jb or s'pore) on rush hour in the mornings are made out of pure evil -- everyone fights to get their way at the cost of others. 2. mondays are the absolute worst in this regard. you wake up earlier than usual and can still expect to arrive late to work (thus a pay cut) and have people jostle you like you're in some poverty-stricken third world country. 3. i seem to have this "cut my queue" face because i don't see anyone else being targeted -- not the old lady, nor the short kid, no, just me and my unassuming, post-depressive (read: happier) look. 4. i also seem to keep waking up earlier and earlier every week (hoping to avoid the mob from hell) only to find that, so does the stupid crowd that joins me in crossing the border. urgh. 5. deciding to keep longer hair and a slightly more feminine appearance does not pay off in rough places. time to toughen up. |
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