MRT Stories

I was sitting in the train going home after meeting the ‘boss’ the other day. I was enjoying my paper and the eyecandy; some young little pretty things, probably poly students, seated opposite me ‘bitching’.

Although they were seated opposite me in the train, their conversation was quite audible. I and probably the few passenger in the carriage couldn’t help to ‘overhear’ their lively conversation. It was around afternoon and not rush-hour time, there were a few people in my train carriage, maybe that’s why they feel comfortable to speak frankly

I know I was so bad to overhear their conversation, but hey it’s good to know what the youngsters are into these days eh. I’m a web developer, I’m always on the lookout for what the masses wants. Heh such a sad pathetic excuse … ok lah I’m kaypoh (busybody)

They were talking from a range of conversational topics, from the obvious cute guys, this magic makeup called MAC or something, to school matters. I think some of them have just graduated and was talking about the photos they took, on how they look ‘fat’ or don’t look their age

Mere mention of fat, and we all can agree it’s a pretty sensitive issue for many people and is ‘subjective’ of course. Well I beg to differ my dear girls, sitting opposite me, taking a peek behind my paper in my most act cool uncle look then, are three fine looking young girls.

No they don’t look fat to me, and I’m oblivious that each one of them agreeing that they all looked fat in their graduation photos

Is this how you girls discuss in confidence during girlie talks eh?
~ Is my arm fatter than yours
~ Do I have triple chin
~ Does my ass looks like a camel

If so, then young girls today are a ‘troubled’ lot. So vain lah these girls. Maybe these are their own interpretation and perception of the ‘pursuit of happiness’. Whatever makes you happy right

I’ve always believed, if you think you have a shortcoming, you should cope with it. Handle it scientifically, figure out the options and opt the viable safe one

This can apply to those who thinks that their physical outlook need a ‘makeover’, but over and over again I keep hearing complains rather than channeling that energy into actions. We’re Singaporeans, we’re good at complaining what

I nearly walked over to the three girls and offer my personal training services for FREE, haha … but seriously the girls I was observing was no where ‘fat’ they think they were. They looked great and pwetty too

Well when I finally arrived at my mrt destination stop, they were still yapping away. Girls, never cease to amaze me. I think that whole conversation is equivalent to a week’s worth of a guys conversation, haha. Well I took a last glanceback when I was at the door, and I caught one of them glancing at me

Dang Ewah! This uncle still got it … muahahaha. Or maybe there’s a booger up my nose or does my ass looks like a camel, hmmmmmmm

Talking about age, although I’m approaching my thirties this coming end of the year, its just a number fascination we human assign to ourselves.

I’m may be 30, but I feel 20! I’ve been mistaken for being 20 years old too!! I don’t bedek (bluff) one, I so very da hapi when that happens

My secret: Eat right, train smart, overhear young pretty little things conversation

Remember this entry, people voted and thought I was 17+ years old, muahaha!