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Monday, January 01, 2007 . 2:08 AM

First day of 2007, I figured i ought to blog since I'm at home. Why I am at home is a real long story and I really don't want to get into a lengthy rant on the second hour of the new year. But let it be known that I'm rather disgruntled with someone.

I guess everyone would be listing resolutions for the coming year, but let's not jump onto the bandwagon. I've already done my action plan (for work) and my resolutions during my birthday, so let's talk about something else.

How about social pests? Imagine me with a manical gleam in my eyes now. I hate people who make a nuisance of themselves on the MRT. Just this Thursday, I've had the (mis)fortune to be on the same train with Singapore's most annoying foursome.

First, they were probably still in secondary school.

Second, the men, oops, sorry, I meant boys, were holding their gals' very frilly and feminine bags.

Third, one of the gals has to talk in such a loud voice that everyone in our cabin turned and looked at her whenever she spoke. Most of us shot her dirty looks. And that was before she started cussing. She almost drove me mad and I wanted so much to tell her to shut up.

But yeah, I didn't, and still don't, have the guts. Her beefcake of a boyfriend would probably flatten me in less than a second. Maybe here's where a boyfriend would come in handy... but only if your boyfriend is the bodybuilder type. Or if he isn't, he better be able to drive you around so you can avoid all these annoying pests.

The other type of people I hate (other than those aunties who insist on blocking the door when you want to exit the MRT, who refuses to give up their seats even when an eldery/pregnant person is so obviously in front of them and those men in suits who totally spoil their image when they fight for seats with the above-mentioned aunties) are those who give up their seats to me when I wear empire waistline dress/top or loose-fitting top.

I AM NOT PREGNANT, DAMNIT!!!

That said, I hope everyone will enjoy the public transport this year. May we be free from social pests!