Shit

I just wasted one MMS on trying to Mobile Blog. *&#*%$#@*&

This totally sucks - mobile picture blogging had been a problem for such a long time and there isn't still a resolution???

Pui!

Yet another MRT pervert

This time, it’s a secondary school boy. Who couldn’t stop pulling my skirt beneath his legs as he sat beside me.

Crazy sicko!

Why are there so many perverts on MRTs, or am I just plain unlucky to meet that many of them?

And no one came forward to lend a helping hand when I tried to pull my skirt back from him while he feigned ignorance as I raised my voice at him to have my skirt back. Why!

Serves me right?

It’s been 2 days since the JPMorgan Run. But my thighs are still hurting like mad. Yeah, so I did jog.

It was kind of sad actually, I used to peek at those fit ones running beside me on the treadmills and pace myself with them, if not, try to outrun them, with that “see-who-stops-first” mentality. But for that run that happened a couple days back, I was pacing myself with err, bigger sized participants.

The route was like crap – even though it is going to be the F1 Grand Prix race track. It was narrow and bumpy. Not a good route for a run with 10,000 participants. I grimaced each time a sweaty body slid past me. Which is countless. Gross.

I was congratulating myself while into my 2KM, “Hey, not bad. I’m still holding up although I’m like a tortoise.” But of course... I didn't get to jog all the way. (._.)

And when I did finally finish the race, I was relieved. I didn’t activate a string of wailing sirens, at least.

And then I had one & a half Western main course meals topped with a dessert after the run. Jalepeno at The Flyer. Not surprised if I turned out to be unhealthier at the end of the day.

I didn’t think I would run so I didn’t even warm up. Bad move. My thighs felt like lead the next morning I woke up. And now, they hurt so bad that I couldn't exactly put my legs together and I need to prop myself up with my hands when I use the toilet bowl. But I couldn’t help then but jog when I saw everyone in front of me do so. It had been so long since I sweat buckets like that.

And needless to say, JX nagged at me.

Killer Shoes

For goodness sake, they are some innocent-looking ballet flats...!!! Not some 5-inchers?

I’m sticking to cloth or leather flats. Damn. Restrain me if I don’t.

How did I do for my assessment? Well, I...

Oh no, the day is almost gone.

I have 3 full days of break from work, but I’m hardly feeling great. Gotta study for the examination this Friday; gotta squeeze out an essay by Wednesday midnight using every atom’s energy in me.

Norbit’s perpetually hanging around me, looking pitiful and wanting his cornflakes. Jam’s songs. My bed, which suddenly has a beckoning hand and an evil smile. My irritating fringe which I am trying to grow out. Even the sunny weather out there. The itchy index finger which clicks on blogs and comics websites. ALL of which ganged up to be a big distraction to me.

MUST. FOCUS. NOW!

Alright alright, ‘tis gonna be over soon. Real soon! And it will be... the weekend.

Mumpy M

Drats, I think I may have the mumps. I can't chew properly but I am salivating like I'm seeing a sour prune. The whole time.

Feel with me, won't you?

Pervase

He!

No I’m not happy to see him. I was just but getting amused trying to get his picture discreetly as possible. I always seem to spot this same pervert around somehow or rather.

If you see this guy following you around, please scream at him to back off.

How fucking coincidental.

I saw the repulsive pervert this morning again, in the same bleeding carriage! Three days! In a row! What does this mean?!

He was there doing his own thing again. This time, a distance away from me. I watched him the whole time and was contemplating to request for another guy near her to swop places with her or to warn her.

But this lady he picked was a feisty one. She kept swiveling her head sternly (if you could swivel your head ‘sternly’) to give him dangerous sidelooks. She looked fierce - or maybe it's because of her brows.

He got off before the end of the ride, probably thinking he had reached his limit with her. Anything more, she would probably bite his head (on his shoulders) off and castrate him. He got off at Raffles Place yesterday, and he alighted at Dhoby Ghaut today. Tell me, isn’t this sicko just moving about with the morning crowd and getting his cheap thrills in packed trains during his happy hour?

I think I must do something. Let’s see if I see him tomorrow again.

MRT Pervert

Trains now are more packed than ever and the morning rush hour is so horrendous, as if waking up early is not bad enough. Can’t imagine how it is going to be like when the Circle Line is up. What’s the big fat deal of increasing the frequency of the trains? People would just like to squeeze into the earliest train that could take them to their destinations! The train arrives every minute in the morning, but the crowd just never seems to go away.

Why aren’t MRTs in Singapore the same as those in Tokyo? Tokyo’s ones have the seats folded up during peak hours and will only lay down for its commuters to sit on after 10am. Sure, being an elder, pregnant and/or injured (or all of the above, which you probably shouldn't be heading out anywhere at all) may cause inconveniences. But if Tokyo, with its aging population and all, has no qualms doing that, I don’t see why Singapore can’t do the same too. Such trains can squeeze in so much more commuters and disperse the crowds faster. They also have only-female carriages during peak hours that I think is really damn relevant! Which brings me to...

This pervert I met 2 days in a row during the morning rush hour on the freaking MRT carriage.

He looked disgustingly perverted (yes, I believe that there’s a pervert-look now, after seeing him. He's the definition of pervert). Beady leery eyes behind his glasses, weak chin, slopping shoulders, a twitching thin line-of-a-smile to himself as his lusty perverted eyes feast on the neck and shoulders of this lady who was standing in front of him.

It became all the more apparent that he moved around wherever the lady moved to and stood closely behind her. And the whole time, I had my own eyes fixated on him. When his eyes managed to tear away their gaze from the skin of that lady, and met the coldest eyes I could muster, he realized that I know what he was trying to do. He backed off a little from that lady but only for a little while. ARGH!

I doubt he recognized me from the day before though – PERVERT! He was trying to be funny with me then (he didn't think that I could see him leering in the reflection of the windows on the MRT doors and feeling slight contact with my butt) but I moved BEHIND him when I got the chance. Took a good hard look at him.

I never thought that I would see him the next day. Hey, how suay can I (and he too. I probably ruined his daily fix) get? Same train, same time, at the same bleeding carriage for the second day?

I was really angry during the entire ride. I had racing thoughts whether I should confront him, or let the lady know, what I should say, would he try to be funny to me again, would he kill me, what I should do. But all I could do was to stare at him sternly, hoping that he would just back off and behave himself.

Should I be ashamed of myself? Because, I really felt like telling this creep off. But I’m too much of a scaredy cat who considers too much. :(

JX’s response to this: “You don’t be a kuku and act hero.”

My friend at work said: “Sometimes it’s better to be safer because you don’t know what that guy will do to you if you confront him.”

But... if I were the victim, wouldn’t you have hoped that someone would stand up for me and tell that creep off?

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P.S.: My mom's response (best!): "Take your handphone out and take a picture of him trying to be funny!" To that, I gave a deadpanned look and said, "And what do I do with that picture?", thinking that she probably wanted me to go to the police station and be a righteous citizen by reporting the pervert. She said, "Wait for him to ask you what you were trying to do!"

-_-

And then? But I didn't bother to ask her anymore. Didn't see it getting anywhere.

Brow ow.

I now know what I look like -

A Japanese guy with really thin brows.

Toshimasa Hara

Can you see his spindly brows? Heck, he looks more feminine than I do.

Kay will probably beg to differ. She will say that I look just like an evil AH LIAN. But I thought I looked a little... like a guy now.

...I didn't know that eyes can look 'bald'.