I was originally holding on to that pole, until Mr Ass apparently ignored my presence and leaned his whole body + ass against the pole, and at the same time, my poor hand. Grr...!

Imagine the next time you hold on to a grab-pole, totally unaware it had been previously sandwiched by a pair of dirty and unwashed ass. For all you know, that fellow might have just cleared his watery bowels 5 minutes ago and had neither the luxury of toilet paper nor water. Or worse, he might have just thought the poles were perfect stoppers for his to-erupt-soon-volcanic-bowels and he could have just FARTED while he was at it. Now any more appetite for breakfast?

Oh wait, I'm not finished yet. Anyway, what's coming next really shouldn't be coming out of my mouth. Totally crude and unrefined, but you see, I'm really that irritated!!!

There are also those Big-Ballers, whom as the name suggests, have balls so huge they can't even keep their legs closed when they sit down. They go on to lean their hairy and perhaps sweaty legs against yours, invading more than just your personal space. Sitting between two of these idiots makes you wonder if you've suddenly become the tuna for breakfast sandwich. Sometimes I really wonder if these people do it on purpose to molest girls. I don't know, maybe these sick-in-the-mind idiots can get an orgasm just by leaning their thighs against their innocent victims? Well, there are alot of crazy people around, you know... I'm not them, so I really wouldn't know.

Now here's the horrifying part. Just imagine the nightmare when you are seated opposite one who decides to air his privates for the day (underwear-less in loose shorts). Yes, I hear you gasp. I needn't describe more, need I? Totally Shocking!! So disgusted, I could have thrown up last Friday's lunch! Argh!!!!!! Puke!

Oh, and let's not forget that there are also the Pole-Dancers, who loves to cling on to the poles for dear life as though they are in a ship-wreck, and the process, smothers the poor pole under their smelly armpits. Occasionally, you might even see them swing around the poles, unknowingly perhaps. Well, frankly, they can be quite entertaining to watch. I think they just enjoy being public performers anyway. But its not so funny when the train so packed, you really need a grip for balance and the next thing you know, you've got this big sweaty mass -- and if you are that unlucky, a moist and smelly armpit rubbing against the back of your hand. Yucks!!

And my grumbling continues...

Just last Friday morning, I was threatened by this bastard who gestured to beat me up on the platform. As usual the train was horribly packed with sardines.... Ahem , sorry... I meant to say "people". When we arrived at the station, these two huge-size kiasu "couple" standing slightly to the back of my left and right, became overly anxious to make their kiasu dash to the next platform to board the approaching train, and they happened to be quite a distance away from the door. Come, on, the door is only that big, no matter how hard they try to squeeze, its just impossible to get all of us through the exit at the same time!

Anyway, the obese guy started to get very impatient and started forcing his entire body on me, in attempt to push me out of his way. I swear for a moment I thought I might just get smothered in between the weight of them both. I gave him a nudge to keep my balance, and he got so upset that he's not going to exit first, that he gestured fiercely, not once but TWICE, to hit me with his huge elbow and started shouting at me.

Hello? For all I know he might just be trying to molest me! That fat bastard should be grateful that I didn't shout out for help. How dare he treat a "petite" girl (I'm like very small-sized compared to him, ok?) with such rudeness and vulgarity! Whoever marries a crude & un-gentlemanly idiot like him is bound to suffer. If he can suggest violence to a girl in public, who knows if he's the sort that resorts to domestic violence?!

And guess what, by the time everyone had alighted the train and crowded at the next platform, the approaching train had not even parked for boarding. What's the big rush, Mr Bastard? Ugly kiasu-ism.

Man... these ugly people just makes me wish I knew how to drive.