Bridge Strike

Today I got stuck in a train back from work. Some srtike, and literally, they were calling it a bridge strike. We were a couple of meters away from the junction, and I was pissed. I am once again going to rave about the crappy transport system. I don't care if trains leaving from CTR in Mumbai go at a rate of 10 per 1.5 minutes, or 1700a day. I don't care if people are swerving off cliffs on the worlds highest and most dangerous highway, Karakoram , or stuck in torpid temperatures outdoors in my ol adopted-home city, Toronto.

The irony is, I left work 15 minutes early, just like yesterday, when I happened to catch every single connecting train, connector train and bus. I was thinking it might be a pattern.

Pffffffffff.

Otherwise, I am yes, enjoying my work, and the stability of a double income no kids lifestyle. Or well, attached girl and one big kid. Its not like we're sharing everything 50/50, its just nice to know you dont have to help anyone out. Its the bliss of trusting someone to have it all together, which admittedly, few achieve. The rest of us are in denial.

Today I also watched Russell Brand, and he is a pretty intelligent bloke. Of course he looks like a twat and all you want to do is scream at him to get his wide man-hips out of another pair of skinny tight pipe-fitted ripped jeans. But an introspective man he is. He just did a program on Kerouac [who strangely I heard about while in big TO] and I shall watch it.

Its good brain food, the BBC. Also, another UK plus is that I realise people here walk a lot slower, talk a lot slower and generally take their time. I have learnt how to do this as well. Fantastic. Coupled with my aspergers; a natural propensity to block out sound in my head, and this new skill of mucking around, I live each day like its thursday.

Another bit of useless info: Singaporeans are in the top 10 for most stressed nations, measured by walking pace. Methodology ? Walking Lahhhhh. The faster you walk, the more work you have to do. Somehow, I think they misinterpreted this observation. I think in the case of an asian context, we have a nice zen way of life. Nirvana is defined as the essence of nothing, so we are merely rushing as a nation to do nothing later on.

A funny thought just occured to me. I should sit for the O Levels again, just for the heck of it, and see what grade I get. You know, a General Paper exam. Let me run riot on any of the lampooning topics they give. I think the marker would enjoy his/herself. I always remembered what my physics teacher Mrs Ong said in primary school about teachers getting overtime during christmas to mark O level papers, while its cold out and grey, and then use the money to take a holiday in crete inbetween christmas and new year. In my mind I pitied this unknown hero who gave me my A; I wanted to make it good enough to grade by flickering candlelight.