Seafood mui and Brown-haired aunty

This morning started off well.
Leeky and me went for a game of squash at bout 8.30am, although we crapped for 2 hours on MSN last night till bout 2am?

I have been waking up early for this passt few days probably cos I slept too much in the afternoon while my other batchmates are toiling in the wards. My conscience wouldnt let me indulged further in dreamland.

Anyways, after squash, we went for breakfast at the usual dim sum place. Had a blast literally laughing out loud at Jeremy and Leeky's bickering over... anything.

Then decided to have my hair trimmed cos it was trapping too much heat *especially in the afternoon and squash game* No complaints bout it but Leeky regretted trimming her hair cos she wanted to preserved her wavy locks. Oh well. LOL The hairdresser had the guts to tell her to return the next time to have her hair perm again.

Since I've been non productive in my studies for so long, I've decided to do some work in Starbucks, Mahkota Parade. Going to town in the afternoon on Saturday is a suicidal act, unless you know other alternative route. Finding parking was a breeze. Then, I had the urge to micturate. The ladies' on the groud floor was out-of-service for cleaning purpose. Had to dragged myself, with overflowing bladder to the first floor.

Then the drama begins.

The ladies' on the first floor was full due to the above-mentioned problem. People were queing up for their turn. There were about 10 cubicles and by COMMON COW SENSE, forming a line would be faster as when one comes out from ANY cubicle, another one can enter, INSTEAD of waiting outside of a single cubicle. I have no problem with it IF there isn't ANY line formed at first. Since there is, FOR FCUK's sake, respect others who are lining up or brace yourself for embarrassment *unless multiple coats of PAINT were applied on the face/muka tebal*

So, there I was, 4th in the line, with another probably 4 behind me, some with kids. First, a seafood mui/lalamui *shit colour for you* who I thought was Malay, nonchalantly walked past the queue and stood in front of one of the inner cubicles. 3 ladies in front of me were fidgeting but none said a thing. When a lady came out from the front cubicle, the first lady in line immediately went in. So, seafood gal lost her chance *at that point, I thought seafood gal was waiting or looking for a friend* Then another cubicle door opened in the opposite front row and second lady in line quickly went in. By this time, the queue behind of me was getting longer as more people are coming in. A middle-aged lady in uniform, probably a promoter, also coolly walked past the entire line and stood in front of one of the inner cubicles. I DID NOT SAY A THING YET cos it wasnt my turn in line. 3rd in line was a Arabian foreign lady. Another cubicle door opened and the seafood gal had the guts to turn over to the cubicle when she wasnt even standing in front of it. The foreign lady rushed over to that cubicle and insisted to go in. She did. Then middle-aged aunty who NATURALLY formed an alliance with the seafood gal, asked the seafood gal, in mandarin, whether she was in front of the foreigner or later? It was my turn in line.

I told off both of them that there was a queue where everyone is waiting for their turn. Both of them had cut the queue. The middle-aged aunty told me that by queieng up, it will take longer time and seafood gal agreed. I DUNNO WHAT THEIR BRAINS ARE MADE OF? TAUFU? SEAWEED? EMPTY perhaps?

If you think by waiting in front of one cubicle is right or faster, then wait for the one where you are standing in front of and NOT bloody turn to every single others than had open. I then told them, since there was already a queue, shouldn't you learn how to respect others who have been waiting? They gave me the I-dunno-we-have-been-doing-this-in-the-kampung-all-the-while look! ARRGHHH. How can people be so ignorant and indifferent? Just admit your bloody mistake and start queing up la!

I told them, 'Fine. Up to you. But it IS my turn AND I have been lining up" and immediately entered an empty cubicle.

Maybe is their luck. The cubicles they were waiting for, were still occupied after so long.
They were still waiting after I came out.
People behind me were giving them the stares but none said anything to support me.
Oh well. At least I confronted them or else I would die of anger.
Hopefully, when they want to cut queue the next time, they will think of me. HAHAHA