Uncle Bus Driver

I was able to hop on the last bus back to my place tonight. When it was nearing the last one or two bus stops from the terminal, a group of guys on the sidewalk wearing sports clothes suddenly went scrambling to the nearest bus stop as they caught sight of the approaching bus. They were frantically flailing their right hands to signal they want to board the bus. Upon seeing this (or not), the driver ironically started to accelerate and finally just sped past the poor fellows. I thought it was rude, especially since they were already AT the bus stop when the driver ignored them, so now they would have to walk all the way to the terminal. Maybe the driver thought it wasn't such a long distance anyway. Maybe the driver thought, "WHO CARES?".

Anyway, I was really tempted to tell the driver off and ask him a rhetorical question of why he didn't take those guys on board. But instead, as I was alighting the bus through the door opposite the driver's seat, I gave him a polite "Thank You". He responded with a wave of his left hand. Maybe if he realizes his work is appreciated he would go the extra mile. Or even just the extra bus stop.

Lunch time conversation

Ok I still have like 8 minutes before my official SELF duty starts. And there's nobody around that I must entertain.

I was having lunch by my lonesome in Engin canteen, when I can't help but overhear these two respectable-looking NUS staff super absorbed in their conversation, what with one person's fist slamming down the table and whatnot. The first man was Northern Indian/Arab-looking, and the other one was Caucasian with a European accent.

I can only hear snippets of their conversation: God, Bible, ten commandments, thou shall not kill, Is God all-knowing?, 4000 BC, 2000 BC, western world, George W Bush, ...go and killing other people..., bible, thou shall not kill (again, I've heard this phrase the most number of times the whole time I was straining my ears to listen). All of these came from the Arab-looking guy with the Indian accent by the way. I cannot make out any of what the Caucasian guy was saying because he spoke too softly for me to comprehend anything.

Their plates were already empty when I sat at the table next to their's, but it seems like they're not going anytime soon even when I was leaving.

Okies, I have some real job to do at SELF now. Cheerios.