Thursday, August 31, 2006
Like I mentioned in my previous post. Shit happens when people are too close to you for comfort.

I believe each and everyone of us has experienced this while boarding the train or buses before. That is, being stranded in a sea of fellow human beings, regardless of race, language or religion. this is the universal law of public transport of this the world. It applies to everyone breathing, regardless which God you worship or whose mother son you belongs to. When I said too close for comfort, it doesn't necessary means physical contact. And if you think avoiding physical contact is good enough, think again.

So what if you are tall and you obviously stands out among the crowd, say, in the MRT? You think you be the only human onboard inhaling the freshest of air? No. It's the unwashed hair, hair gel, sprays which you be breathing in. As such, I bet you that you have more nose shit than the rest of us do.

Being short obviously doesn't help much either. Based on your pathetic height, how often do you find yourself ogling at people's breasts? Or admiring that musky 'rainforest' infront that hunk's chest? Blissful? Kana sai! Think again!. Imagine it's a old lady who is infront of you. You like her sagging tits meh? Or what if there's odour coming from that chest you adoring in? Woohoo, there's no place to run, there's no place to hide! Shut your eyes? Okie loh. Make sure you stand at the doorway and shut your eyes through the journey. Just make sure no one howls at you or kicks you out from the train, with your eyes closed. Don't cry even if some Bangladesh groped your ass or your balls for that matters (yes! They are this sick!). And if you that short, no doubt you'll be one of the first to detect a fart in the train as well.

Don't be naive to think being average built like me, you could be spare from all this kind of situation too. Like above, how often you find yourself standing behind people, smelling the back of their hair, exploring that stray nose hair sticking out from some gentleman's nostril, starring at that 'soon to be erupting' pimple on that school girl's face, elbowing someone when retrieving your handphone out from your pocket, having a hard on and nearly poke onto some unsuspecting butt, or nearly burying your face in a upstretched unshaven armpit? Heck, the list could goes on and on. Surely you don't need me to state it all, do you?

I bet you the Minister for Transport doesn't even take the public transport. He might have shown empathy, but that’s not even close to each of us experienced in our daily lives.

Picture this and some food for thoughts. Wouldn't it be nice, say, in the soon to be year 2010, each and everyone of us will wear an inflated float around our waist to protect our minimum areas of privacy?

And if that's not enough for you,
would you consider a tyre instead?