Never to take public transport across the bridge.
Went across the Bridge on the last public holiday to accompany my cousin who wanted to do some shopping and maybe catch a movie.
Think I went in too late as I was stuck at the other custom for 2.5 hours along with probably hundreds of my fellow men/women.
Met this two type of irritating ppl while I was stuck there.
The first one being a man with his family. Nothing remarkable except that he was wearing this Singapore Police Sport shirt (with a big Singapore logo ) while trying to act like a on-duty policeman looking after the “situation” but is basically just trying to push his family forward to the front. Kanna smoked by him when I first started queuing up at a shorter queue which incidentally cut into his queue, as he asked the new arrivals and me to go behind him. But after observing that he was in slippers and realizing that the fact that Singapore Police has no jurisdiction on this side of the border, I joined the queue and cut ahead of him anyway.
The other irritating group of people to meet is the girl gang that insist on being together by holding hands to form a horizontal chain which cuts across a few queues. This meant that even if the any of the affected queue moves ahead, the people behind cannot move ahead as they are stopped behind those hand-holding girls while people from the adjacent queue would cut into the faster moving line. Sigh… Tried to squeeze past them from the left but the left-most girl refuses to budge after a few minutes. After I gave up, she commented to her friend on the right about “leaving a gap for people to breathe”, which might have been meant for me. Wanted to ask her to take a shuttle to outer space if she really need “space” when every where in the custom hall everyone is packed like a sardine can.
Witnessed 3 men and 1 woman fainted in the other queues. Also heard the roar of frustration when certain pockets of “queuers” let loose their thoughts verbally when there was no progress in the queue.
Eventually squeezed out of the custom area to meet my cousin who had already spent all of her cash. Win.
Ate some sushi, took up a new hair style, saw MI3 and bought myself a jacket.
Touch down on home soil around 10+. Could have been earlier if we weren’t so adventurous to walk back across the bridge. And no, there wasn’t a jam on the bridge.
Lesson learnt – Rather be stuck in the great jam in my car than with hundreds of frustrated and sweaty human beings. Though the environmental impact ….
The empty bridge at 2141hrs.
Think I went in too late as I was stuck at the other custom for 2.5 hours along with probably hundreds of my fellow men/women.
Met this two type of irritating ppl while I was stuck there.
The first one being a man with his family. Nothing remarkable except that he was wearing this Singapore Police Sport shirt (with a big Singapore logo ) while trying to act like a on-duty policeman looking after the “situation” but is basically just trying to push his family forward to the front. Kanna smoked by him when I first started queuing up at a shorter queue which incidentally cut into his queue, as he asked the new arrivals and me to go behind him. But after observing that he was in slippers and realizing that the fact that Singapore Police has no jurisdiction on this side of the border, I joined the queue and cut ahead of him anyway.
The other irritating group of people to meet is the girl gang that insist on being together by holding hands to form a horizontal chain which cuts across a few queues. This meant that even if the any of the affected queue moves ahead, the people behind cannot move ahead as they are stopped behind those hand-holding girls while people from the adjacent queue would cut into the faster moving line. Sigh… Tried to squeeze past them from the left but the left-most girl refuses to budge after a few minutes. After I gave up, she commented to her friend on the right about “leaving a gap for people to breathe”, which might have been meant for me. Wanted to ask her to take a shuttle to outer space if she really need “space” when every where in the custom hall everyone is packed like a sardine can.
Witnessed 3 men and 1 woman fainted in the other queues. Also heard the roar of frustration when certain pockets of “queuers” let loose their thoughts verbally when there was no progress in the queue.
Eventually squeezed out of the custom area to meet my cousin who had already spent all of her cash. Win.
Ate some sushi, took up a new hair style, saw MI3 and bought myself a jacket.
Touch down on home soil around 10+. Could have been earlier if we weren’t so adventurous to walk back across the bridge. And no, there wasn’t a jam on the bridge.
Lesson learnt – Rather be stuck in the great jam in my car than with hundreds of frustrated and sweaty human beings. Though the environmental impact ….
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The empty bridge at 2141hrs.
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