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Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Last Sunday I and Camelia went to a hip hop fest happening in the open field beside pasir ris mrt station. You know how I love hip hop. No hip hop in the club me no go. That’s me, man. On the whole it wasn’t as great as I expected it to be. Triple noise was disappointing. They were supposed to be the one group, maybe the only group, who cut albums but they suck…big time. Boring performance. Actually the whole rapping thingy was boring, saved only by dancers with nifty moves. The rappers spent their time on stage rapping and walking from one end of the stage to the other. I think most rappers don’t know how to dance. They have to concentrate on their rapping but they have dancers to liven up their otherwise monotonous performance. Anyway I was beyond embarrassed in the train on the way there. The train moved, I lost my balance, I fell along with Camelia and it wasn’t even our fault. This Indian couple was hogging the grab pole especially the woman. She even leaned her beladi face against my palm, most probably thinking it was her partner’s. Fuck that! When we fell, nobody helped us up. To cover my mortification I had to laugh. The people around me laughed too. Would you have laughed if I was pregnant and I fell? I hope not. I should have done something – stare at her until my eyes crossed or nudged her face roughly away from me. I didn’t want to make a scene. See what happened to me. People, please be considerate in the train. Don’t lean your body, your ass, your face against the damn pole. That’s for us people who stand to hang on to.

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Wednesday, April 13, 2005

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