Short note: My photography work appeared on Digital Camera Malaysia Magazine this month (July issue). Go grab a copy to find a shoulder exposed thumbnail photo of myself. :D
I was about to blog about my China trip today but something happened moments ago that prompt to write about the incident before anything else.
I was walking around KLCC looking for a decent pair of pump shoes to go with this really cute black dress I bought from China. And ended up getting two pairs of Nose high heels, seven Sloggi panties, two Triumph bras, a white and a black dress that were on 50% discount; which cost me a 'little' more than the initial budget of RM50 on a pair of cute black pumps. And I still haven't gotten my flat pumps!
I learned that living in KL costs a lot not because of the living standard, but because the surroundings. I am surrounded by temptation!! Everywhere I go, there's sale!! Whereas in Puchong, the only thing I see when walking out of my condo is a factory and a bowl of pork noodle soup, instead of Rocher chocolates and Starbucks every two blocks away.
When all was done, I decided to walked out of the Concorde KLCC to take the LRT back home (home here means my friend's place till I rent my own room here next year when I settle back in KL, yay baby! I love KL!) since my 'home' is just across the street of one particular LRT station not too far from KLCC. It's gonna be easy.
How wrong was I.
Queues for Ticketing Machines.
Gosh, I totally forgot about the peak hours. Have I spent that long shopping? I thought I was just browsing through Isetan, a book store, met up with a friend for tea, and then a shoe store trying every possible shoe they have there. Wait, that is rather long. Okay.
Thank god I have a lot of coins, else I'll be joining the counter queue which is menace.
The queue curves in a way that 90% of the people u see in this picture are in the queue.
Personally, I think it's nothing as compared to Singapore, HK, Shanghai, and Tokyo. But I certainly did not expect such a crowd. I guess it's a good clear sign that everyone is shouting "Bloody hell! You think petrol cheap is it?!"
Oh, and by the way, you know how Malaysians, like the rest of Asians on this part of the world, do not have the courtesy of letting people out of the train when the LRT pulls in and doors open? I mean, it's common sense really, why do we people push our way into a cramped compartment when we can just easily wait for a 10 seconds so people can come out, hence allowing more space, before we move in, wouldn't that be easier?
Malaysians LRTs have figured a solution for this.
Red banner to scream "Queue up you bloody fool! Don't know how to queue up is it? Come, I draw a line for you, babies!!"
Well, it did work.
What would we do without our genius system. (Please sense the sarcasm)
Anyway, after I squeezed myself into the LRT thinking happily to myself that I was the last person to fit into the compartment whilst the rest waited for their next ride, a guy suddenly shoved right into this tiny void next to me (was there even a void?), pushing everyone further in, including myself.
Once inside, I waited for the door to close (since I was aware that I was THAT close to be 'kiap' by the doors) before settling into a more comfortable standing position. So was the guy behind me (my back was facing him).
He, too, shuffled to a more "comfortable" position, which in my opinion, was a bit too close for comfort. And for a while there, I felt his pants' buckle against my buttcheek. Or I wished it was his buckle!
I tried to take no notice as I was still figuring out whether it was a buckle or something more! Not wanting to accuse the wrong person, you know. So at the next stop, when a girl stepped out of the train, I wiggled my way through to the void she left and stood comfortably once again there.
That guy moved too! Towards me and continue to stand next to me. Almost immediately I shifted my Roxy Tote Bag to act as a barrier between me and him, and his buckle. For few instances, I saw him glancing down at our barrier (aka my Tote bag) and at my face again and then looked else where. And he repeated the same sequence for the next two stops.
The MOST uncomfortable part, was that his face was just AN inch to mine, any closer his (disgusting) lips are going to plant a landmark on my right cheek. I have to lift my arm up to "pretend" I was holding the metal bar on top for support when in actual fact I was creating barrier (again) between his ungodly face and mine. And also to let him smell my armpits! HMPH! There! Smell, you filthy perv.
At this point, my body was slanting towards one side, squashing the poor petite Malay lady next to me while avoiding the shameless perv who's standing too close to me. Every second passed by, I swear he was breathing down my neck, smelling my hair and about to take a bite on my shoulder. If I have not known better, he could be stripping me naked with his eyes and having an orgasm on the spot. OMG~ *shivers*
"I had enough" shouted my head. "I am going to talk this buddy off really loudly in a cramped train and have everyone stare at him in disgust!!"
Just when I was about to shoot him a very angry stare, he suddenly turned, glided out of the crowd and onto the platform outside. o.O
WTF?! The perv is getting away!
Wait, he left. Hooray!
Damnit, just when I was about to expose his indencency. Darn~!
I also updated my pacmee shoutout in front of him when I was creating the arm barrier and armpit attack.
Nicolekiss: I swear I'm being harrassed here on the LRT. T.T
Totoro515 replied (and I quote): u can either scream now or do the same to him. haha
Such supporting readers I have.
I would have, but I don't have the equipment to make an erection and prode people's butt.