Sunday, March 14, 2010
omg.
have been reading Stomp just out of boredom. have said WTH out loud at almost every article in the Ugly Commuters section. seriously. i mean why the heck do these people waste their time with all this rubbish about seats. i mean.. you want to sit down then sit down, if there's no space then ask someone if they could give up theirs. sheesh. most of the time when i'm on the train i just stand because it's so bloody awkward sitting down anywhere, especially the "guilt seats". ít's like everytime i sit on the damn priority seats i have to force myself to stay awake to look out for pregnant women/crippled individuals or senior citizens. might as well just stand up and doze off while holding the handle bars. and when you're sitting there it's like there are watchful eyes everywhere, judging you to see if you look unwell enough, or are possibly sporting a knee injury under your jeans or something. it's like a video game right, where you have to quickly spot the disabled person before someone takes a picture of you sitting down with their phone camera. like if you spot the person in time you get a good score, and if you don't, you'll well.. end up on Stomp or something. i mean just have some basic courtesy lahh. if someone looks like they could use a seat, offer it. i mean, sometimes i feel like i should wear a sign around my neck that says - "i'm just sitting down because im tired, but if you'd like to sit down, please ask." argh.
by the way, just to note, i have been shoved close to 7 times by various aunties upon boarding the train (which is why i hate taking the train in the morning) once, one even pushed at my butt in attempt to enter the train faster. so annoying. i mean if you want to touch, then ask lahh! sheesh. LOLLL just kidding, but honestly wth. and like i don't know why i'm always unlucky enough to get into a compartment where one idiot feels obliged to rest their back against the metal pole in the middle. i'd be like obviously holding the bloody pole and the next thing i know there is a hot sweaty back pressing against my hand. i mean, DOES MY HAND LOOK LIKE PART OF THE BLOODY POLE!! HONESTLY. i told one guy off before and he moved but it's too late! the damage is doneeeee. your sweat is on my handdsssss. arghghghhg. okay sorry, was overcome by a sudden burst of irritation. hurh.
sigh. this is why i need a car. bloody trains and their guilt seats. for once i'd like to just sit down and not feel guilty. or maybe that's just me. yawn. okay im done complaining. just had to get that off my chest because Stomp is annoying me. okay bedtime! NITE
brin bit this at ; 3:24 AM
