The woman carrying the tote bag/the man who reads his "lian he wan bao"/the fogey who leans on the pole/the man who can't sit properly and sits with his legs wide open/the male student who nods his head right side-left side/the auntie who rushes into the train before i step out and push me/The man (or woman) who pretends to be sleeping and continues to pretend not to see an elderly folk walks into the train/the woman who keeps staring at my books/the men who stare at the woman who just entered the train/the kids or adolescents who sit on the floor by the door/the couple hugging each other and carassing each other at two-seaters/The men with BO/And those people who are much taller than you.

Sometimes I just can't help but feel the MRT train is a comedic play on show everyday. I mean, if you just enter the train and observe the people around you, you can't help but roll your eyes or swear under your breath. At other times you can't suppress your laughter.

My main mode of transport is the MRT because I live in such an unaccessible part of Singapore that it does not make economic sense to build a bus station near enough that I can have another choice of transport. Everybody in my neighbourhood either:

1) Drives
2) Takes the MRT
3) Walks OR
4) Rots at home

I met another weirdo on the train today. What's new?

A couple came in at Bukit something station. The woman sat down beside me and held the guy's hand. The guy stood in front of her. No, this is perfectly ok. Nothing disturbing at all. The disturbing part was, instead of keeping her eyes on her guy, her head was turned to the right, and her eyes were on me.

Is there something wrong with me?

Did I forget to button?
No... I wasn't wearing a button-shirt...

Did I have face piercing?
No... I don't have the guts to...

Did I look like Fann Wong/Jolin Tsai/Zhang Ziyi/or any oher perceived beauties?
No... I am not a perceived beauty.

I turned to look back at her. And she was still looking at me. Then I turned to Calvin and mumbled.

M: Hey...she's looking at me

C: Yah I noticed that also.

*Shrugs shoulders*. Anything. Fine. You're not the only freaks/weirdos/irritants I've met on the train anyway.

Some of the other freaks/weirdos/irritants that are worthy of a 2nd mention (see above) shall be given due mention here.


Irritant One: The man who can't sit properly and sits with his legs wide open

I do understand why you can't close your legs but I can't understand why you must keep shaking your legs. No matter how much I hint, like shifting around in discomfort in my seat, you still continue to open your legs wide-wide. You insensitive BRUTE!!! The worst thing to do, ladies, when you meet this kind of irritant, is to sit with your legs cross. This gives the man-who-can't-sit-properly more space to open his legs even wider.

Irritant Two: The fogey who leans on the pole

It's not about pole dance but I hate it when some sweaty smelly men leans on the pole leaving no place for me to hold on. Sometimes I wish I can detach the pole and smack it at their faces. The even more irritating ones are those who lean on the pole even when I was holding on to it in the first place. And they lean on my hand. The next time I'm gonna wear rings with stones poking out of it. I mean those stones u pick up on the beach... when you walk barefooted on the soft sand, and then suddenly there is a spoiler stone that you step on and go "OUCH!".

Come on, lean on me. Arghhhhh!!!

Irritant Three: The man (or woman) who pretends to be sleeping and continues to pretend not to see an elderly folk/pregnant woman walks into the train

Arghhh.... it's always me who is not sleeping on the train. And when an elderly folk walks in, I feel so guilty for not standing up and letting the elderly folk sit. I admit once or twice I didn't do it... But I'll do it from now on. But that's also provided I manage to grab a seat in the first place!!! Why is it that the person sitting under the "Please give up your seat to the elderly or the needy" sign is ALWAYS, without fail, EYES CLOSE AND FAST ASLEEP!?!?!?! And this people happen to be robust looking men. Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against man, I want to think it is pure coincidence. But looking at how dirty the glass panes are, you know it's the men's fault. Greasy or Gel-like substance. EEEEEkkkssss. Given ladies are generally better well-groomed (just a generalisation), it can't be the female who are guilty. Then who are we left with to shift the blame? Well. Ok. So, Warning: Do NOT lean against the glass pane when you're sitting down ladies. Lots of GREASE. Think Oil. Not John Travolta.

Irritant Four: The man/woman who keeps staring at my books

No there isn't a typo. Not boobs. but BOOKS. Yes. I am a selfish Singaporean and I don't like to share. Stop Staring at my booKs!!!

Irritant Five: Those people who are much taller than you.

The train has made me claustrophobic. Yes. I am. The only possible reason why I dislike the fact that I am so short is because of my bad experiences in the train. Being surrounded by people, and you feel you're in a well. Try the train in peak hours.

Even worst when you're surrounded by MEN, who are tall. Like well above 1.75m. The only possible reason why I would dislike tall men is because, well, the air down here isn't that fresh. Yes. even in the morning. Let's not even talk about the evening peak period.


Ok. There is one last strange encounter on the train that I have to write about here. Just yesterday, this guy sitting beside me kept sweeping his face. He did it like, 5 times in every 10 seconds??? That was irritating. Although it had nothing to do with me, but from the corner of my left eye and from the left ear, I could see and hear that sweeping motion. The worst thing is, he kept on leaning towards me..... argggghhh. I wanted to laugh out loud and say "Mister, stop sweeping your face. You're making it dirtier. Beware of acne. All the germs and bacteria on your hand. ACNE!" But what the heck it was my stop and I made a hasty exit.

arghhhhh... Michelle. Save up to buy the Pajero Mini/Morris Minor you want ok. Make it your goal. Then you can write about all the other annoying people on the road. Like those people who like to tail-gate you, or overtake you from the left.

ラベル: Commuter's complains