Right,so what do the Science Centre, SMRT and SBS have in common? They allll start with the letter 'S'. It's been too nuts for a day..But let's just start with my experience at the Science centre yea but here's some background information before I begin. Basically, as part of my second year assessment criteria, I'm required to undertake certain projects and I'm expected to complete them as part of a team. The most recent one I'm doing now is extensive research on BUSINESS PROCESS OUTSOURCING...wow,it sounds big doesn't it? Well let me tell you guys something,it's extremely boring and as part of our "big" project, we've been tasked to help the science centre conduct surveys for their research database. SO..here's a summary of what it was like today. You got to see all kinds of people ranging from tourists(Mainly Ang Mohs), to families to downright fruitcakes. I want to point out in particular, this special group of people called the "I'm in a hurry group". These people exhibit an extremely perculiar mentality in which they show as you approach them just to conduct a spastic survey. You people who have done flag days before,you should know what mean yea or at least I'm hoping you can relate to something. The moment you take a step forward towards them, they give you this STUNNED look..this, "What do you want from me" look...this, "I'm sorry I don't have money!" look. For Christ's sake..I'm only conducting a survey! You know the very moment you walk towards them, you're breaking their personal space and they get paranoid. So what do they do? They give an excuse la of course..The most common excuse given which made me sick was "I'm sorry,I'm in a hurry." and the next thing I know,they're having a nice time at McDonalds. But that's the way things are I guess...woe to Singaporeans who are so narrow-minded about being approached. Now,on to SMRT. Of course, for those of you who follow the news, SMRT has launched a campaign to build barriers at open platform stations in lieu of those who unfortunately suffered from the Phantom Banana Peel Syndrome. What's this you ask? Well, seeing how the accident victims ALWAYS, for some reason or another, end up on the track for no rhyme or reason, I've come up with the theory that they must have slipped on something somewhere along the platform. But since we can never identity how these people actually fall down, we assume that there must be a Phantom Banana Peel; just like the phantom hand (for those of you who studied econs). Only today, on the way to training, did I notice marshall's are actually put on duty to make sure no one tries anything funny with the oncoming train. Either that or they must be looking out for those dreaded banana peels. With that out of the way, we move on to SBS..the SMELLY BUS SERVICES. After I alighted at the Toa Payoh mrt station, I had to make a transfer onto bus number 31 in order to make my way to Kallang. No sooner had I stepped onto the bus, this odd siren went booming off in both my brain and also my nostrils. Hmmmm...something was telling me something smelt funny..and not to mention bad. I didn't want to know what it was but hell, that B.O. was bad enough to kill a pig ten times over and make bull shit smell like Christian Dior. If that wasn't bad enough,my trip back home was as good as a trip to the sea..All I know is that someone smelt like Kiam He (salted fish) fresh from the kelong. If you guys are gonna go..."Maybe it's Sherwin" then I'm gonna say nice try. You know me well enough that I've got good personal hygiene and that I don't smell..I'm just lucky to be still alive after such a day of nonsense...PHEW.