Taking the train with an empty stomach is a bad idea... The stomach acid is like the creative juice, churning non-stop.
Late one evening on the way home, I entered this cabin to find an empty seat besides a very inconsiderate woman - one of the most self-centered people I encountered in the train. She sat on the reserved seating, yet crossing her leg at 45° angle and made it impossible for someone to sit next to her. Feeling exhausted, I went ahead to slot myself in the seat. And yet she never moved an inch to accomodate me, her legs still 45° and obviously obstructing my way. So I had my legs over hers, and was still shocked she didn't move her pork knuckle away. I then made myself seated more comfortably with my legs brushing hers, she still refused to move. Guess what? Only when I took out my camera, did she move like perhaps 10°, shifting her pork knuckle trying to hide from my camera. I didn't take a picture but I just wanted to test her reaction. I was too worn out to pick up a fight else I would have said something blunt and nasty straight in her face. Should I bump into her the 2nd time, I think I should put my legs up over her knees??
Hungry again. On the way to Holland Village last evening, I found a seat. Sat down facing an oversized woman in red jeans standing in front of me, part of her belly showing off beneath her tee. She didn't make any effort to cover it, and made me wonder why did I have to always consciously make sure that my little tummy was not showing to the world all the time. But without a doubt, she's showing off her belly of wealth (from the brands she's carrying), guess she felt proud to show it off!
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