Sunday, January 21, 2007
A - Z of Singapore M.R.T.
This is a tribute to all the unfortunate victims including myself, who've had 'exhilarating' experience while taking the SMRT. Dun we just love it to death...ARGH! The explanatory description below is not an act of discrimination or whatsoever.
The train cabins, as we know, are divided to a few categories. The first and last cabins, where most matt-rockers and bollywoods are, hence the heavenly scent (try it after office hours). Middle cabins, where you see the most anxious individuals coz the proximity to the escalator is minimal - elderly or handicap wannabes. The rest of the cabins are either with irritating kids playing loud music (and they think their cool) with their mobile phones or lovely family with 'kids' doing the pole act (the return of moscow circus). I do not specifically raise my detestation to parents pushing a baby pram. Nevertheless, if the freaking baby is a giant kid, that would be a major kick-in-the-nuts problem. An encounter of 4 prams in a cabin... would looked like a goddamn supermarket I tell ya!!!
We just 'love' the yellow marked lines on the ground, just in front of the platform. Providing a direction for us to station ourselves before we board the train (which no one even bothers about, let's take it as a graffiti instead). Funny as it may seem, many would rather prefer to cleave their faces right in front of the door. It felt like as if there would be some kinda death threat if you'd board the train last. In situation if you're the alighting passenger, you'll be re-alighted into the train coz of the death threat happening in the station (you know what I mean, yes, you've been pushed BACK into the train).
Isn't there anyone who can actually think of a resolution to minimize the episodes of terror? Seriously...anyone?
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