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Monday, June 19, 2006Y

I hate the MRT. OFFICALLY

I was taking the mrt back from cityhall the other day. It was like..those time where the train gets really cramp. Then i was holding onto the pole and talking to my ma when I felt someone bumped real hard on my back and I bumped my chin on the metal pole lor. Pain like anything. Then I was like cursing away and turned to see who was it. Then I realised it was an old lady and just about the same time, she fell again and her husband, I presumed, held on to her and so did I. Then the husband apologised to me and explained that she wasn't feeling well. I said nevermind and helped to support the old lady. Then I was like waiting..naturally, for someone to actually stand up and offer the seat to the old lady. But NO..no one stood up. Then after a few seconds..guessed who stood up to offer a seat? Some 50+ man. Hello?! Stupid young people cannot stand up ah? Must let some old folk stand up? Siao people leh. Lucky the 50+ young man also quite sturdy..if not ah..haish..

so i continued to hold onto the pole..then i suddenly felt someone crushing onto my knuckles. Whoa..hurts like anything. The bones in my knuckles could have just cracked. I turned and found this stupid man leaning his entire body onto the pole, trapping my hand underneath his stupid heavy body. I shook my hands to let his know that HELLO? SOMEONE'S HAND WAS HERE FIRST. But he simply lifted his body up a little to let my hand out and continued to lean on the pole. Hello? How considerate can someone get. I wanted to give him the stare..but his back was facing me and I can't go cursing him either cox my mum was there. Idiot. Just for his pleasure, no one could hold onto the pole, and everyone is struggling to balance lor. So i ended up holding one of those triangle things. No wonder Charlene hates people who leans on the pole.

Lastly, at the choachukang stop, there was this 'problematic' man who entered and started making these irritating noises. I know I can't blame him for being...well..retarded but he was soooo annoying..but i continued to stand there, since it would be rude to walk away. Then he came closer to my side to hold onto the pole. And his noise got worst. The people on the train started to laugh at him but he doesn't realise. I was thinking whether to walk away or stay. Then he started to twirl...i kid you not..TWIRL around the pole like pole dancing and started to whine. This woman beside started to move away and i decided to join her and move away..bOY..was that scary or what?!!!

I SO HATE THE MRT.