Am badly in need of amusement (yes, writing is amusement to me); and I thought - why not amuse everyone else as well? So here's a story - true story, of course:
It was unusually crowded on the train - given the hour and the direction I was heading. People were pushing against each other, there were barely enough room to stand properly and most passengers were struggling to hang on to their belongings while vying for whatever little space they could get their hands on on the nearest rails, handles or poles. Inactivity - for being caught in such a distasteful circumstance one is effectively incapacitated for pretty much everything - I would usually resort to observing people around me. However, I was feeling so rotten that day I didn't even want to look up. I kept thinking how I would never, NEVER again suffer myself through such journey. EVER again! My sour mood encouraged the angry thoughts which further fed the sourness and I was just silently fuming and enduring and ...
"Ba careful with your chest!"
Someone's voice, raised well above the regular irritating noise generated by idle conversations, caught my attention. Now, the warning itself isn't odd, for it is common knowledge that ladies should all take good care of their chests (and necks, butts, thighs, etc.) in crowded places because... well, because men are stinking, sneaky creatures, so... you know. Out of curiosity, I looked at the source of that warning and saw two young girls. One of them was holding the other's breasts! No, Reader, you did not misread the last sentence. One of the girls was actually cupping the breasts of her friend, albeit in a protective manner, while narrowing her eyes at the men crowded around them.
Now, I have always believed in standing by and protecting my friends, but I must admit I was rather shocked. I've never imagined one could violate one's girlfriend in order to protect her from being violated, and the girlfriend didn't mind one bit! Incredible! I must've stared at the two of them for quite a while. Although it didn't make the rest of the journey more pleasant, it was at least a welcome distraction.
End of story. Sigh... not as amusing as I hoped it'd be for me. Hope it was better for you.
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Friday, January 8, 2010
Wrap Your Books
Have I ever mentioned that I believe that all books should be neatly wrapped in thick, clear plastic covers before they are read or used or carried around? I am rather particular when I comes to book-wrapping: the plastic must stretch absolutely flat and taut over the book's covers, and each corner must be folded precisely so they're sharp. Yes, I make sure all my books have four sharp corners... so sharp, I had hurt myself scraping against them before.
Have I ever wrote about all those annoying, obnoxious people on KTM commuter trains? Well, sure I have, I have a whole category for such posts. Being not able to get a seat in the train is the norm, and most journeys would still be pleasant if not for the existence of the very discourteous, always! The really bad, though probably not the worst, are them selfish space-hoggers who sometimes lean their entire sweaty, smelly, disgusting bodies onto the poles so others standing around them have nothing to hold on to while the train sped on, occasionally jerking from side to side.
Have I ever told that I always bring a book with me when I take public tranport? The trains don't always come on time, and the rides aren't usually short either. So, it's great to have something to read while waiting for the train, and while being in the train.
It's also really great that with so many unpleasant, unwelcome presence everywhere in those trains, I have with me a book with very sharp plastic-wrapped corners...
Have I ever wrote about all those annoying, obnoxious people on KTM commuter trains? Well, sure I have, I have a whole category for such posts. Being not able to get a seat in the train is the norm, and most journeys would still be pleasant if not for the existence of the very discourteous, always! The really bad, though probably not the worst, are them selfish space-hoggers who sometimes lean their entire sweaty, smelly, disgusting bodies onto the poles so others standing around them have nothing to hold on to while the train sped on, occasionally jerking from side to side.
Have I ever told that I always bring a book with me when I take public tranport? The trains don't always come on time, and the rides aren't usually short either. So, it's great to have something to read while waiting for the train, and while being in the train.
It's also really great that with so many unpleasant, unwelcome presence everywhere in those trains, I have with me a book with very sharp plastic-wrapped corners...
Friday, December 12, 2008
Breast Encounter
To ascertain you are old enough to read this post, please flash your driver's license across the screen before proceeding
I was on the train, it was very crowded, and I hung on tight to the 1 pole within reach. At the next stop, many more boarded and a young couple pushed towards where I was standing and tried to take over the pole to which I was holding on. I took a step further from them, but kept 1 hand firmly holding the precious pole. I had on 3.5" heels and I wasn't going to give up the only upper limb support I had in that jerking-from-side-to-side train.
Imagine - me, standing admist the crowd, one hand outstretched, clasped tightly around the cool metal, at an arm's length so that I could hardly see it - rumbling forward. All of a sudden, something warm, smooth, firm and flesh-like pressed upon my knuckles. Without looking in that direction, I took a moment to reflect - it had damn better not be what I thought it had gotta be!
I looked, and I saw it - the young girl, standing right next to the pole, had leant onto it, her left breast strategically at where my hand was. I do not have as many nerve-ends on the back of my hand as I probably do on my palm and fingertips, but to my horor, each time she moved, I could feel the shape of her breast through her bra, the smooth lining of the bra, even part of the underwire on the side. For the whole time, I was wondering if she realised what she was doing, if she could sense that there were knuckles on her breast, but if she did, she sure acted like she didn't mind.
I kept considering the option of retracting my hand - which would leave me wobbling in that moving carriage with nothing to hold on to. Risk wobbling on 3.5" heels, or pretend there wasn't a breast pressed onto my skin? Pretend it was. A stop later, she shifted her position and the "asset" on the back on my hand now felt different. I looked again - the peak of her breast was directly over my clenched fist. I felt violated! Stop forcing that part of you onto my hand! GAH!!!
The breast and everything else that came with it got off the train at the next stop. Thank heaven, thank earth. Now you know why you needed to flash your driver's license - this post is disgustingly 18SX.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Close Encounter
There I was - in the train, on my way home, sitting and reading. The train stopped at a station, the door opened and a big crowd boarded. There were two empty seats to my left, and two rather large girls took them. The one who sat right beside me sat so close to me that I was, well - literally squashed. On my right was the glass partition so I couldn't really move away a lot. I scooted from her as much as space allowed, but she continued to shove her ample self into my side. Her enormous backside pressed on the side of my thigh and her big big spare tayar on my arm. She was so into her "super-exciting" conversation with her friend that she didn't even realise what she was doing to me. Really cannot tahan! Luckily I was going off at the next station (which was less than 5 minutes' journey away). And luckily she was a she. If she was a man, I would've kicked "his" balls. Left ball, then right ball. Then left ball again.
Hmmmph!
Hmmmph!
Thursday, March 9, 2006
KTM Blues
This morning, the train I was on missed a stop - yes - the driver shot way past the station, and had to reverse the train right back up. Funny? It's the third time I've experienced that within these two months! I don't know what's wrong with these drivers - can't see a station up ahead? Why yes, these days it's still rather dark at 7am but hey, don't all trains have headlights, and a very bright spotlight in front? No wonder commuter trains are almost always late - the drivers have a habit of missing certain stops, and then reversing the trains back to the stops, along the way. How really sophisticated. And because the train missed a stop and reversed back this morning, I was a little late to catch the bus, and as I was walking (really fast) out of the station, I saw the bus pulling up, and had to run all the way to the bus, which is about 30-40m away - on my 2-inch heels, as usual.
In the evenings, when trains arriving late don't affect me as much as they do in the mornings, something else bothers - smoking on the platform. A lot of times, when I was fortunate enough to get a seat on the platform while waiting for the train, some idiot would sit right next to me and go puffing away. And I'd have to give up my seat (by no means unreluctantly, though) and stand at a substantial distance from the air-polluting lung cancer-loving mobile chimney on two legs. Sometimes, when there are too many of them, and they are scattered all over the platform, it just irritates me to no end, for I would be unable to find any spot with fresh air for myself.
However, considering the escalating cost of fuel and not to mention highway tolls, probably a few crazy drivers, running after the bus on high heels and walking second-hand smoke dispensers on the platforms are not such serious problems afterall. Sigh.
Friday, January 6, 2006
Unfortunately
This morning I woke up early enough, and made it in good time to the KTM station to catch my 7am commuter train. Unfortunately, the train did not arrive until after 7.06am. Reaching my destination nearly ten minutes later than usual, I missed the college bus that would take me to campus.
After being stranded at the station for about 15 minutes, a public bus came by and by chance, it was going to the campus. Gladly, I boarded the bus. Unfortunately I had to pay the RM1 fare which I usually, being a college staff, needn't.
We had a faculty meeting in the afternoon, supposedly from 12.15pm - 1.30pm. The dean and head of programmes made their announcements brief and swift, and were finished by slightly after 1pm. How delighted we were - there was time to go out for lunch because the next class for some of us would start only at 2pm. Unfortunately, a senior management 'associate vice-president' who joined our meeting had something to say. It was all useless, redundant crap and she spent about 20 minutes talking about it. So we ended up having to stay in the meeting until nearly 1.30pm. So much for thinking that the meeting would end earlier!
In the evening, I caught the 5.15pm bus from campus to the KTM station, and was really quite happy because I was there by 5.40pm - in really good time (again) to catch the 5.47pm train. Unfortunately, the train was late (again!!!) - it didn't arrive until 6.05pm. And the damn (ahem, pardon me) driver sped so hard the train almost missed the platform. All the over-eager people ran towards the doors and I, in my 2-inch heels, had to run along (kiasu mah).
The train was quite full, and there were no seats left. However, I am quite comfortable standing for the 25-minute journey, so it wasn't that big a deal. I stood next to a vertical rail and held on as the train moved. Nice and steady. Unfortunately, at the next stop, a bunch of young Malay girls got into the train and one of them grabbed the rail I was holding on to, and stood so close to it that I simply couldn't hold on properly without touching her body (no, I DON'T want to touch her).
I was a little pissed but still managed quite adequately. I happily fed on the thought that I'd be home soon, and these little misfortunes would soon be over. Unfortunately, at the next stop, a man, whose bags were on the floor next to the rail I was deperately trying to hold on to, reached out to take them. So both the Malay girl and myself had to temporarily let go and step aside to get out of his way. The moment the bags were gone, before I could react, the girl leaned her whole self against the rail and there wasn't an inch left for me to hold on to anymore. And there I was - totally helpless and without support. When the train moved again, I had to do a han-senkutsu-dachi (half-wide stance) for balance (note: was still in my 2-inch heels). Just as I thought I was doing rather well (having not fallen over although the train swayed, jerked and rattled from side to side while speeding along the tracks), more unfortunately, the girl who hogged the rail that was mine decided to pull her friend, who had a rather large backpack on her back, up next to her. So there I was - already fragile with balancing on heels in a moving train, having to endure being knocked by a corner of her backpack every few seconds. At the next stop, most unfortunately, a LARGE crowd got up the train and it became so packed I could no longer keep my stance. I was shoved so that I ended up right next to the door, having no more than 2cm of space between my feet (you're not supposed on lean on the doors and you can't balance with your feet close together!). I think the reader can imagine how the train 'ride' was for me thereafter. To top it all - when I reached my stop, it was raining, and because the train was so packed, it was near impossible for me to rummage for my umbrella in my bag.
Gosh, what a day! Really glad I'm home now :)
After being stranded at the station for about 15 minutes, a public bus came by and by chance, it was going to the campus. Gladly, I boarded the bus. Unfortunately I had to pay the RM1 fare which I usually, being a college staff, needn't.
We had a faculty meeting in the afternoon, supposedly from 12.15pm - 1.30pm. The dean and head of programmes made their announcements brief and swift, and were finished by slightly after 1pm. How delighted we were - there was time to go out for lunch because the next class for some of us would start only at 2pm. Unfortunately, a senior management 'associate vice-president' who joined our meeting had something to say. It was all useless, redundant crap and she spent about 20 minutes talking about it. So we ended up having to stay in the meeting until nearly 1.30pm. So much for thinking that the meeting would end earlier!
In the evening, I caught the 5.15pm bus from campus to the KTM station, and was really quite happy because I was there by 5.40pm - in really good time (again) to catch the 5.47pm train. Unfortunately, the train was late (again!!!) - it didn't arrive until 6.05pm. And the damn (ahem, pardon me) driver sped so hard the train almost missed the platform. All the over-eager people ran towards the doors and I, in my 2-inch heels, had to run along (kiasu mah).
The train was quite full, and there were no seats left. However, I am quite comfortable standing for the 25-minute journey, so it wasn't that big a deal. I stood next to a vertical rail and held on as the train moved. Nice and steady. Unfortunately, at the next stop, a bunch of young Malay girls got into the train and one of them grabbed the rail I was holding on to, and stood so close to it that I simply couldn't hold on properly without touching her body (no, I DON'T want to touch her).
I was a little pissed but still managed quite adequately. I happily fed on the thought that I'd be home soon, and these little misfortunes would soon be over. Unfortunately, at the next stop, a man, whose bags were on the floor next to the rail I was deperately trying to hold on to, reached out to take them. So both the Malay girl and myself had to temporarily let go and step aside to get out of his way. The moment the bags were gone, before I could react, the girl leaned her whole self against the rail and there wasn't an inch left for me to hold on to anymore. And there I was - totally helpless and without support. When the train moved again, I had to do a han-senkutsu-dachi (half-wide stance) for balance (note: was still in my 2-inch heels). Just as I thought I was doing rather well (having not fallen over although the train swayed, jerked and rattled from side to side while speeding along the tracks), more unfortunately, the girl who hogged the rail that was mine decided to pull her friend, who had a rather large backpack on her back, up next to her. So there I was - already fragile with balancing on heels in a moving train, having to endure being knocked by a corner of her backpack every few seconds. At the next stop, most unfortunately, a LARGE crowd got up the train and it became so packed I could no longer keep my stance. I was shoved so that I ended up right next to the door, having no more than 2cm of space between my feet (you're not supposed on lean on the doors and you can't balance with your feet close together!). I think the reader can imagine how the train 'ride' was for me thereafter. To top it all - when I reached my stop, it was raining, and because the train was so packed, it was near impossible for me to rummage for my umbrella in my bag.
Gosh, what a day! Really glad I'm home now :)
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